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Tom
Name:
Tom
Occupation: Mage
Birthplace: Brittain
Parents: Otis and Clara
Area of Operation: Brittain and mainland
Guild: Order of Virtue & The Arcane Society
Shard: Napa |
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I was
born in the farms, nearby Britain. My family was rather
small as I
was the only child. My father Otis, worked the fields
everyday in order
to keep the food on the table. My mother Clara, was a
sweet lady always
donating a small portion of our meager income to the
local peasants.
Life was dull on the farm until I reached the magical age
of 18, then
odd things began to happen. On one stormy night, my
mother shook me
awake, and dragged my out of the house , since it had
mysteriously
caught on fire. Later on she had told me that while in
the midst of my
slumber, I muttered odd things and suddenly the room
bursted into flames
and then she took me out. Everything seemed hopeless from
that point on, we had no house, no food, and very little
money. My father suggested
that we find employment in the mines north of Britain, so
we traveled
northward. Upon arrival we caught glimpse of the locals
and greeted them warmly, they on the other hand were
rather gruff and uncaring to our needs but my father
managed to fight one in order to obtain a job at the
mines. My father litterally worked himself to death in
the mines, and
died from severe exhaustion. My mother Clara then lost
all hope since
she lost her loving husband, and decided that she would
resume work
within the mines. I was 19 then, after my father had died
and my mother
began her work in the mines, I felt guilty since I was
too weak to work,
and could barely walk. Then strange things happened once
again, while I
was sleeping in the mines since we could no longer afford
proper
housing, noxius fumes began to erupt in the nearby area,
seemingly
filling the mines with its toxic fumes. My mother
assisted me in the
escape but many miners who were still working had died.
Then things got
even stranger, I started to convulse on a regular basis
uttering odd
words and phrases usually resulting in a odd effect such
as a animal
appearing out of thin air or a lightning bolt striking
down nearby. The
miners saw this as a omen and branded me a witch, and
threw me and my mother out of town. Out in the wild my
mother did not fair well, in her
old age of 50 she had grown weak, and could no longer
live such a harsh
life, so in a sad winter night she fell quietly into the
spirit world
with my father. I awoke tears in my eyes wondering what I
would do.
While traveling in the wilderness I came upon a group of
roaming gypsy's
and accompanyed them, they told me of a strange craft
called "magic" and it seemed very similar to
what I had done in my late teen years. A year had past
with the gypsy's and I had learned alot from them, and
decided that I would start my own life and see what fate
falls upon me.
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