(I will maintain and edit this thread with Character information.)
Name: Wenric Wayfoot
Race: Lightfoot Halfling (Male)
Class: Sorcerer
Level: 1
Appearance:
Wenric is a 20 year old male Halfling. He is handsome for a Halfling and isn't as heavy set as other Halflings. With brown hair, and hazel eyes flecked with Gold. He keeps under his cloak with the hood up most of the time. He is very friendly and talkative to his friends and others though. He has a love for life that all Halflings have despite his dark past, and urchin life.
Background:
Wenric started his life in the Shire, with his parents and the other Shirefolk. To Wenric life was good, his mother had no more children so he was well loved by his mother. He doesn't remember much of his father. He seemed to always be gone. Then one day a few weeks after his 6th year of life, his parents said they had to leave the Shire. They didn't tell Wenric why, but he remembers a lot of the Shire watched them leave, and they were all angry and no one said goodbye to them. He figured by some of the words spoken that his father did something, something that wasn't said, but the reason they were leaving their Shire.
Wenric still remembers the little wagon they left on. How his mother helped him fall asleep in the bouncing wagon and on the nights when the sounds of the wilderness would keep him awake. It was one such night that now haunts his dreams. He awoke to screaming, the screaming of his mother. He looked out of the wagon to see his father laying on the ground with a large spear through his chest, pinning him to the ground with a vicious looking fiend with a grey skull emblem (which he now knows are Orcs) staring wild eyed in he and his mothers direction. His father only stared at the sky as the Orc removed the spear from him. Another Orc stepped from behind the one that had just impaled his father and started heading towards his mother. Wenric went to jump down and protect his mother, but was grabbed just then by another Orc that had come around the back of the wagon. They probably weren't expecting such easy targets. Wenric doesn't remember much beyond this point. He was punched visciously when he wouldnt stop screaming for his mother and darkness swept over him.
Wenric awoke in a clearing. A human man, radiant and beautiful stood above him. Golden hair, and liquid gold eyes started down at the boy. The mans skin nearly shined gold in the morning sun. Swinging his head left, Wenric could see the Orcs, or what looked to be left of them, burnt and charred in a pile to the side. Swinging his head right, he could see two constructed wood piles, with the bodies of his parents laying on them. Tears began to well in his eyes as he turned back straight. The man spoke then, with a voice like a fine bard, "I am sorry little one, your kin have moved on to the next life, but I will see them respectfully sent on their next journey." The man moved his hand to this forehead, and warmth and power coursed through Wenric. "You must heal little one, you were near death before I saved you." That is the last he remembers of the man, as a bright light filled his vision, and the next he awoke he was alone in the clearing. Ashes were all that remained, and his mother's necklace that now hung around his neck.
Wenric walked to the nearest city and lived much of his young life on the streets, an Urchin, having to steal his food, hide in dark alleys, and scrape by from handouts. He learned how to survive, and survive well. He could find work taking messages around the city due to his small size and sneaky nature.
Things started to change as he got older though. Sometimes things would happen that he couldn't explain. Fire erupting out of thin air when he thought about it. Specks of gold seemed to start growing into his skin as he came into "manhood". Luckily his parents had taught him how to read. Most thought he couldn't which helped him get the messenger gigs, but that only added more informaton for him to sell at times. That became less of his interest though, as he sought to find out what is going on with him. He read many books on arcana and magic lore and to his astonishment started to realize he has the ability to do some of things these books described as magic. Now after four years, he has honed his skills far better. With a little bit saved up, Wenric is ready for new adventures now. To find the man he is starting to resemble from all those years ago that saved him. He feels he might know more about what is happening to him, but has never seen them man again since that distant memory, but a man and face he cannot forget. Knowing that those that don't want to be found, rarely are, his Halfling nature is kicking in and patience is on his side when it comes to finding the golden man.
Last edited October 19, 2015 9:19 pm