User:Heartsickboy

About Me[edit]

Hello! My name is Mitchell. I never was really able to get into the original Guild Wars--the gameplay wasn't my speed--but I absolutely loved the lore. Now, with GW2's revamped system, I can't wait to explore Tyria. I am interested in PvE and PvP mostly. I am someone always willing to help! Whether it be with leveling or an extra player for an instance, maybe you're feeling lonely or you just need a hug, feel free to contact me anytime.

Below is my main who I will normally be playing.

Lecan the Heartsick[edit]

Lecan

Main Character:

Name: Lecan the Heartsick
Age: 19
Race: Norn Male
Class: Warrior
Guild Rank: Mists' Cornerstone of Raven's Hollow
Quote: "Honor in death. Glory in life. Vengeance for the Spirits. "
Loyalties: Raven's Hollow
Blessed by The Wolf
Backstory: He was never meant to survive. Born with a weak heart and frail limbs, he was left to die in a snowstorm. His savior was in the form of a she-wolf who kept him warm and eventually brought him to her home, feeding him and raising him as she would any other pup. Soon he would grow mighty, overcoming his brittle bones to inherit the strength of his people. In time, he grew to realize that he was not like his family, and yet felt no desire to meet those who shared his blood. They had not saved his life.

After his seventeenth winter had passed--although he did not know it as such--the wolf-boy smelled blood on the air as he returned from a hunt of his own. He dropped the crude tools he had created himself at the sight of his lupine family scattered in the snow. Mixed with their blood he smelled--the unnatural. Something he had never encountered before. His family had sensed the same aura and had been slain attempting to prevent its progress. It was time to hunt. He followed the tracks as quickly as he could, not caring for stealth. In time, he bore down upon men--men who looked like him. And yet, something was wrong with them. Ice was coming from their skin. They reeked of death and cold and void. He bore down on them, ripping the first Icebrood's head from its neck before it could react. He grabbed its blade and swung wildly, his fury making up for any lack of finesse in his untrained movements. Despite their resistance, they were no match for the juggernaut that sought their deaths. In the end, it was not his bones that failed him; it was his heart. Years of surviving in the wilderness had lended him physical strength, but had not protected his heart. The strain of losing his family, the long run, and the most intense fight of his life proved too much, and he collapsed in the center of the carnage. He expected to die, but for the first time in his life, a Spirit of the Wild appeared to him. Although he had never seen one before, he was not afraid. Wolf was pleased with him, and offered a second chance--and a stronger heart--in return for a lifetime of service against Jormag. It would be his destiny to run with the greatest pack Tyria had ever seen. He readily agreed. When he awoke, he found himself surrounded by his Norn brethren. He now bridges the gap between the Wild and the Spirits in a way different from the Havrouns--for it was not learned, it was not trained, it was given. He began to train with sword and bow; he began to wear armor. He learned strategy and tactics. When he learned to speak, he gave himself the name Lecan the Heartsick, to remind himself of his first family and his fragile roots. His preparations set, he turned his eyes southward. That was where the Wolf had told him he would find brothers and sisters of Tyria worthy of slaying Jormag beside him.