OoC: Senkuu!
Lachy's name is pronounced with an A as in
blah , a CH as in the Scottish
loch (like a hard CK, but with a softer H sound blended in, if that makes sense), and the Y sounds like a combination of an EE as in
beet and an I as in
hit or
in.
And
here's the link to his profile, since you asked.
BiC:
Lachyn glared across the distance between him and the figure down the path. The killer was horrifying to behold, a twisted mixture of man and robot. It wasn't hard to imagine how easily he must have destroyed the little town. "What did they mean to me?" he echoed. "They meant what death means to someone who has seen--and caused, yes, I'll admit that much--his fair share of it. They meant the cost of lives. What did their slaughter mean to you?"
The cyborg didn't really appear to like that question, nor have an answer ready. "If you have caused death yourself, young one, are you in a place to judge me about slaughter?"
"I wasn't making a judgement," Lachyn said, a bit defensively. "I was asking a question."
"You don't seem like the sort to kill. You must have led a difficult life if you've seen as much death as you say, in so few years."
"Oh, I'm older than I look, and older in my head than my appearance and my true age put together," Lachyn said wearily. "I've killed, yes. There's blood on this sword, and shadows in my footsteps that aren't cast by the sun. I know what it is to kill, even to kill without reason. Was there a reason for what
you did?"
"Was there a reason for you to follow me?" The cyborg was getting angry, impatient. A gleam of hatred lit up his robotic half's eye.
"There's a reason for everything I do," said Lachyn, quietly. "Just one reason."
"I'll give you a reason to fear," roared the cyborg.
Lachyn stepped forwards, furious, and realized his mistake. He'd compromised any safety he might have had.
He barely managed to draw his sword before the cyborg attacked.