Lark "longlif" Leakers
Lark was born in a small fishing village on the inland sea. He was born the fourth son to a poor drunkard of a fisherman. However; things weren’t as bad as they might seem. The fisherman was a merry drunk, and he owed his poverty to his love of an easy life rather than to a lack of fishing ability. He was satisfied in keeping a merry household and saw no need to waste his time accumulating excess; this way of thinking was engrained in his sons, and not one of them saw wealth in copious amounts of money. The fisherman’s wife was not as satisfied and took to fantasies. One of these lead to an affair with a traveling elf and ended in the birth of Lark. The Fisherman insisted on raising Lark as his own, and swore his wife to secrecy.
Except for his slightly pointed ears, Lark’s features turned out to be mostly human. The cover-up went along fine and Lark grew into a productive assistant to his father. Nothing seemed amiss, except as Lark’s age increased, his growth lagged behind his brothers and friends. By the time Lark had reached 16 everyone in town had guessed his secret, but no one spoke openly. With his oddly shaped ears, slow growth, and whimsical mother, it was an easy guess to anyone who knew the first thing about elves.
The fisherman had been adamant in the perfection of his cover up in the past, but saw that the truth would inevitably come out and told Lark of his true lineage. As part of the concealment, Lark’s parents had kept anything they could about elves out of Lark’s mind. Outside of the name and a vague image of otherworldly grandeur Lark knew nothing of the race. Armed with his ignorance, he came to the conclusion that his mother was seduced beyond her will. He grew to see elves as impulsive vagabonds, who meddle in the lives of mortals as if they were meaningless and waste their gift of long life in whimsical hedonism.
Fueled by hatred, Lark sought to be everything an elf wasn’t; he became methodical in this. He left the village after his father’s death and joined the army fighting on the frontier. There the balance he learned from a life on fishing boats helped him to become a skilled and elegant warrior and he gained a high reputation under the name of ‘Long-Life’ Leakers, because he remained almost unchanged through generations of warriors. This name has been shortened to simple Longlif as new recruits replaced the old, and its meaning and Lark’s origin was forgotten.
Lark returned home a final time to bury his last remaining brother at the age of 52. He had watched his family age and die, yet he remained a young man. He wore his long life as a curse, and in a fit of rage he cut off his only elven characteristic he could rid himself of: his ears. This was a messy job that left him almost completely deaf. He decided then and there, in cathartic rage to dedicate his remaining life to finding his true father and ending his escapades in this world. A nearly impossible task as Lark knew nothing about him.
Lark set out wandering the country, mingling with wanderers and adventurers. Having buried the last of his family he has little need for new friends, and takes on company in hopes of stumbling on information for his impossible search rather than for companionship.
Before he bittered he had been a jovial person. Occasionally he meets someone with whom his scales fall off. These are rare, and he has yet to share his search with anyone. His friends include an innkeeper in the capital city; a general who guards the frontier; and of course the offspring of his brothers, to whom he will always be a soft-hearted uncle. He also has dealings with a magistrate from his hometown who now lives in the capital city, but this is a business relationship.
Lark is known in his hometown where he holds some reputation from former gossip and for his unusual longevity, and as a legendary hero among the soldiers of the frontier under the name Longlif. Apart from these groups, Lark is not widely known or even noticed for anything but a deaf drifter with bright eyes. Whenever he begins to gain a reputation, he moves to a new town. After years of wandering, however, people have begun to mark the comings and goings of his silent figure, and there are many great feats told in the inns of Japan that are credited to a nameless wanderer. Of yet, no one has made the connection.