Porter Coerl Lozharo

= Porter Lozharo = Porter or Porter Coerl Lozharo is a humanlike apparition of the void. He was born within the walls of Farrenore. He was one of two twins. There was Porter Lozharo and Light Lozharo. Being one born of the void, he was originally animalistic in nature. He served in military conflicts long ago and now resides as the Baron of the city, Farrenore.

Appearance
Porter appears as a humanlike figure as dark as the night sky itself. His form changes from night to day, being brighter in the night and darker in the day. Those that observe him closely see him wearing what appears to be a set of robes draped over his "head". Those that have seen him in his animalistic stage have seen something darker within his "eyes".

Personality
Porter is known as a very distant person. He tends to shy away from most affairs in the world. From his adoption, to the brutal battles of war, to even him as a brother, son and father. Porter is often lost in thought. He resides anywhere he can find a place to rest to just reflect and think. Porter also can't resist the bottle. If you hand him any form of liquor he will dispose of it faster than it was given to him.

Religious & Ideological Beliefs
Porter as a Baron has done nothing. This sounds like an over exaggeration, but it is true. He lacks any ability to lead. He is often very cold towards others and their way of life. He has watched life grow and fade from Farrenore for decades, yet very few have heard words from him. He has a very hands off approach to his city. The only time he has ever been involved was with a man that disappeared from the city not long after he settled. Upon the search of the home after the citizen's disappearance, it is said the walls whispered and the shadows were as dark as the hidden Baron himself. Religiously, Porter thought to follow the ideals of Noxism, worshipping the God Afton and those under his gaze. After this initial realization, Porter fled his duties as Baron, but non of the townsfolk knew. He did not return for over 30 years.

Religion in Depth
One born of the void, such as Porter, makes it seem to be very obvious to follow the old ways of the Noxist faith. That proved quite pivotal. Porter starting hearing voices. These voices were telling Porter to return to his primal instincts. "Hunt, Kill, Fight....Kill....Kill.........Kill............" Once this started, he knew he had to flee his position as the Baron of Farrenore. Despite his rapid leave, he still committed one act...

Porter had mangled a man, beyond recognition. A local fisherman. Gone. Dead. All because of these powerful voices. Porter did something he hadn't done in the thousand years he had roamed. He had consumed a man. Human flesh, blood, everything... It was a horrific sight. Darkness seeped out of Porter from every direction, spreading the void-like black that would soon envelop the entire interior of the house. His body, slowly dissipating and red speckled across the extended form of void. The decay of the body happened rapidly and within a few minutes, there was nothing but dark deep shadows, and a wide open door, people looking in the home. Porter, in his outstretched form, fled from the home and leapt into the waters off of the docks. It was there he heard a new voice in his head. This one, harsh, but telling him to come, and come he did. He floated in a body without form through the Osterium Sea. It was there he regained shape, along the beaches of the cold harsh tundra of the Kartek Horde. He simply sat and watched as an old woman, dawned in a moss, wearing a mask made of the few mighty spruce trees of the tundra, dragged him as he reformed. She dragged him to a small cave. In this cave she said few words in a very hard and rough language. That woman drew on the walls in bear's blood to teach him what she was saying. There she said in simple words, "Afton. Body. Owns. You. Help. You."

Porter doesn't remember much after that. All he remembers are the two men, One, his lost child, and the other, soon to be his son.

Biography
Growing up, Porter was a very wild child. He was constantly attacking his twin, Light. She always ran to their father, Jonathan. He always had his handful with Porter. Porter always got out and came back to his father with animals between his teeth. Just happy he was still alive, Jonathan lectured him later. It wasn't until Porter's adolescent years that he started to recluse from everyone. From parties in the castle to little family events, Porter remained in his quarters. Light didn't like this. Not one bit. Light constantly tried to convince Porter to come out to play, go to events, and just leave his room. Porter just sat there and never responded. As time passed, Light found ways to get Porter to leave his room. One of those ways was to convince him of something outside. Her favorite was to sneak out onto the roof of Castle Farrenore and climb and jump her way to the balcony of Porter's room. From there, she constantly did this to get him out of his room. One day, on the twins' 18th birthday, Light went to get Porter. Donning her royal dress, she climbed onto the roof and jumped her way over to Porter's. When she broke into the room, He wasn't there. Porter had vanished. She ran up and down the infinites halls of the castle, looking for her brother. Almost an hour had passed when she ran into the throne room. There, at the front, was Porter. He, wearing his royal attire, smiled at his sister and offered to take his sister to the courtyard.

Porter, at the ripe age of 19, and developed a fascination of sorts. It was the art of fishing. Most people would see fishing as a laborious task needed to feed their families. To Porter, it was a new life. It was a new way to spend time. He confided this information with only one person. It was his father, Jonathan. Jonathan was delighted his son had actually grown to do something besides sit in the castle. Jonathan asked Porter to take a walk with him about a week after Porter told him of this. Jonathan took Porter into the walls of the city and they walked for around 10 minutes until light started to shine through the walls. There was an old doorway. On the outside, was a small isle. It was a small fishing village. The origins of the grand city of Farrenore. Porter never knew that this existed. Delighted, he began to run around the isle. As Porter was doing this, Jonathan went into a small hut and grabbed a fishing rod. It was tattered and ragged. He walked out and gifted this to Porter, telling him that it was his fishing rod from many, many years ago. There they sat, for the rest of the day, fishing together. That rod looked like it should have broken a long time ago, but it didn't. Maybe that rod had a magic placed on it by Jonathan. Maybe Porter was just careful with it. All that matters is that Porter still has that rod resting in his quarters in Castle Farrenore.

A few years later, around age 24, Jonathan began speaking of a group of people on the mainland. These people were members of one of the larger nations, the Kartek Horde. He discussed this in these private meetings of the royal family. He told us that they worshipped a demon. A devil. A god. This god... Calliglo. Calliglo was not a name known to most of the family. To Jonathan, it was the start of a long, long hardship. Over the next year, there were a few bodies washing up next to the docks. These bodies donning black robes, faces mangled. In all of their hands were held a chain that read "Calliglo Conquers" along every link.

A few months after the last body, Jonathan called a council, fear in his voice. He spoke to all of the Lozharo family, telling them that Kartek had done it. Nobody knew what that meant. Jonathan said, "Calliglo was manifested. Kartek has done it." Confused as to what this meant, the family asked what it meant. Then the Monarch said, "They're coming. In a holy crusade...they're coming. There, at the table, Jonathan collapsed. Porter, had never seen his father like this. Rushing over to his father to comfort him, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his uncle Joryth. He simply pointed at the door. Porter looked and there was a man wearing a green cloak walking in. He called himself Marcus. Marcus Emerald Castellan the First. He told us of a group. This group was known as the Sparwood Coalition. Every nation in the continent, except for the Hands and the Kartek Horde. He told us that this was the best chance of survival for all of us. So, we listened. The next day, Porter Spoke to his father. He was talking to him about the idea of war. Jonathan tried to avoid this topic, but he couldn't. Porter stayed on it. He told his father that he had to fight. Jonathan, initially opposed to the idea, eventually caved. Porter was persistent. He told him that he needed to defend his way of life. Their home. The next day, in the cover of robes, and early in the morning, Porter hugged his father goodbye, and he left for the city of Allere. Ecclesia was the first target of the children of Calliglo. They had already lost a city and the capital was beginning to take siege. When Porter arrived, he saw women and children running out of the city gates. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people were flying out of the city. It made it obvious to see those coming to the city to fight. When Porter finally made it into the city of Allere. He was told to follow the sounds of clashing metal and the bright glow of makeshift forges. He felt the heat farther in the city, He eventually made it to a giant market in the middle of the city. There, over the top of him was a massive cathedral. It was there he stated his name, and nationality. He was assigned to a group made up of many people from all countries. It was made up of those lacking in combat skills. They were called the distraction force. Our job was to dig under the enemy and distract them by showing ourselves. It was like a death trap. Porter had to do it. He needed to fight. Eventually, during training, there was the sound of warhorns. The grand city of Allere was under seige.

As this happened, Porter saw hundreds of soldiers climbing to the rooftops, wielding bows and arrows. The city was encased in bamboo and ready for war. The whole army listened to the speech given by the Military General. He told the soldiers to stay strong and never give up on their goal. This was a fight against a god. Then, arrows. They were flying over the walls. Fire rained down as the market full of soldiers tried to take cover under the houses and market stalls, some of which did not make it. Porter began to dig down into the floor beneath. Him, along with around 10 other men went underground in a group. They traveled under the sound of heavy footsteps. At one point, they found themselves in a massive brewery. They sat there for a few hours, talking, getting to know one another. At least in the face of death, they would know each others' names. As they wrapped up their talks, they heard people. They were bombing the ground above them. Then, they leaked in. 10. 20,30 men piled into this brewery and began attacking everyone. Porter started running. He did what he had to do in order to survive. He ran into a crack in the walls and started piling up dirt on the crack. There he sat, listening for around 3 hours. He heard yelling, screaming, and fighting. Eventually, it stopped. An hour after there were no more noises, he began to dig his way out of the wall. In front of it, he saw a man clawing into it, two bodies behind him. One of which was a member of his group. The others were those of the Kartek Horde. Porter took any supplies he could scavenge from their bodies and continued digging. He went until he was tired. Then he made a little bubble to eat, and rest for the night. When he awoke, he continued his job. He had a duty to fulfil. At one point during the week long battle, he dug into a mass grave on the outside of the wall. There was a person still breathing in this pile. Panicking, Porter grabbed the unconscious man and pulled him into the tunnels. He dug out a bubble and nursed him until he was conscious. When the man awoke, he tried to stab Porter. As was war. Porter did what he had to do, and life went on. By the end of the week, Porter heard a horn. He, panicked, dug to the surface and saw the cathedral on fire. He assumed the coalition had lost. This was the best chance of this rag tag group of people to beat back this godly force. Porter assumed all hope was lost, until he heard a song. It was a local song, sung in the language of the Ecclesians. This song echoed loud. The city didn't fall! Porter ran to the city and saw piles of bodies in the streets. The stench was unbearable. There were flames that reached to the clouds, but the Coalition held strong. The city survived. Porter went home a hero.

After this battle, Porter took his time to enjoy his life in fishing and reading. He began to read a lot about the gods of the world of Rathnir. He knew none of it. Upon his readings, he saw in book in Farrenore University that had accumulated a lot of dust. This book was called "The Silver Coalition: The Story of Sovdal". Porter read this book was was sucked into the words. He had never read a more fascinating tale. He finished this tome in a night and left for Sovdal the next day. After his travel, he heard the words of the reformed and remade faith of Noxism.(Rest is above)

Porter, after being freed from the curse of Noxism, was told of his father's retirement in his old age and the formation of a new country. Porter was confused. What were the people talking about? They spoke of the country of Grand Castel-Llozhar. His uncle, Joryth had taken the position of the Monarch of the Lands of Llozhar. It was after his reawakening that Joryth granted his nephew the title of Baron of Farrenore. After his reawakening, Porter has been more quiet than before. Nobody knows why, but he still sits high atop the Castle in Farrenore.