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Character Description
and History
Born in the Misty Forest in the northwestern section of the Forgotten
Realms, I spent all of my youth without knowing who my parents were.
Although I desired to know who they were, my foster father Niles
more then made up for them not being there. Niles brought me up
in the ways of the wizard, even though I hated magic. The only reason
I bothered to learn this useless way of fighting was because I had
too much respect for Niles. I have no idea where my hatred of magic
comes from, but I it is self-explanatory. I mean common, both of
my hands have to be free, I cannot be wearing armor (this did not
bother me much since I hated armor, but it the principal of the
thing), and all of that mindless chanting. It sends chills down
my spine just thinking about it. So I spent most of my time studying
trying to find ways around the chanting and having both of my hands
being free, but to no avail. This infuriated me to no end and at
time I would just black out and start cursing the gods for making
magic so difficult. Niles encouraged my studies, but when he saw
that I was getting really discouraged he showed me how he went about
casting spells. Niles then proceeded to call his weapon from out
of the air. It was a sky blue almost white blade the seemed to glow
and it gave off this aura of overwhelming power. He called it the
Atma dagger and he simply waved the dagger around and a fireball
appeared and went crashing into a lake. To say I was impressed was
an understatement. Niles then came over and got me to come out from
behind the bush because I had cowered in fear when I saw the fireball.
I am not exactly sure why I am afraid of fire but I just am, ok.
I begged him to tell me how he made his weapon, but he just smiled
and laughed and told me “When the time is right you will already
know how.” This puzzled me to say the least. He then proceeded to
show me what else the weapon could do: the blade could pass through
he skin without hurting him but still having the ability to cut
and he could make the appear and disappear whenever he wanted. Simply
amazing!
On about my one hundred second birthday I woke up to find out Niles was gone, missing, vamoose. I also found out a warrior had come to the village and was looking for me. I found the elvan warrior in the center of town. He told me it was the wish of my father that I be taught in the ways of the blade singer. I refused saying that my father was dead and that my magic was enough (even though I hated the idea of having to rely on my magic). He then lowered his head and said that his life was a waste and that I may as well kill him. He then handed a sword to me and he then turned his back and commanded me to kill me as he started to sing. Being as reckless and cocky as I was I attacked him with the intent of killing him. Well, lets just say that it did not work because he had his way with me and I got wrecked. The entire time he was singing and dancing, and that annoyed me to no end. I got up and threw the sword down in disgust. When I did that I felt myself getting weaker, and the warrior told me to look at the sword. I saw that the sword was named Velathar. I don’t know, but something drew me to the sword. For the next twenty years I trained with the nameless warrior and he showed me my first blade dance, Blue Phantom. This dance allowed me to become near invisible (AC –2 and my physical body becomes distorted) inside of my cape and allow my body to sometimes pass through solid objects. He also trained me in an unorthodox way for blade singers in the fact that he taught me to use two weapons at once. And he also gave me a hilt that I could use to combine two swords into one double-edged staff.
Then one day I met the man that would forever change the course of my life. Lord Magnus, an immortal vampire, came to the village seeking my head on a silver platter. The entire village was no match for Magnus and they were all slaughtered. The nameless warrior gave me his horse and his sword, Dunsire, and told me to run fast, and to run far, far away. As I was escaping I saw my village go up in flames and from out of nowhere zombies appeared and I was thrown from my horse. They proceeded to feast upon my horse and some of them came after me. After killing two of them I was able to escape. This started my hatred of Magnus and is what drove me on. It was there that I decided that I must kill him to prevent the death of others and the death of myself. |
