Big_Yellow

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

"Oi greenhorn! Pay some respect to the officials of the Harp Guild," said Arf as he and his party stood by Doma.

"I'm not asking you," Lyon snorted a smile. "Looks like your sword is thicker than whatever that thing is between your ears."

"Kh?!" the Frost Party gawked at his words and nonchalant attitude. His sharp words were relentless even when he was in front of one individual with status in Arkham City.

Doma had his eyes pulled back a bit as he heard the words coming out of Lyon's mouth. He had never thought that the one wearing a thick oversized cloak would have such type of weapon. He knew well how Arf was the leading party in the guild and how that insult would stab his pride. The wound was enough for the latter to have retaliated in anger, however, the fact that the man in front of him was ready to challenge Arf made him skeptical about the greenhorn thing they were spouting around.

Morale Reversed!