The Rogue Bro
The average magical guy
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Fantasy Remonai; Resurge
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Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
it honestly lookms like Dave smelling some... uhh... undergarments, judging from the color, Rose's.
The Rogue Bro
The average magical guy
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That Lass Over There
Constant Panic
Name: Sindri Beren
Age: 73
Race: Gnome
Personality: He is a bit distanced, always a bit quiet and almost never starting a conversation. However, once one is started or a topic of interest comes up, he seems to come down to earth and enjoy a good conversation. He takes pleasure in exercising his mind in pursuits that could be a game or making art of all kinds, however it always seems to interest him even more to observe others doing these things. If you were to ask him if the glass were half full or half empty, he would simply tell you that it's a few drops away.
Gift: Rune Maelstrom-The ability to fabricate, understand, and manipulate an ancient runic language into enchantments-and spell scrolls, but he doesn't really find that to be as much fun. He also likes experiments, so it's highly advised to stay far away when he is tinkering. Of course, fabricating runes has a price, often being a magic material or his energy.
Appearance:
Biography: Raised as a rock gnome despite his forest heritage, Sindri has always been a bit reclusive in nature and found science dazzling, learning of physics and how if combined with this material that one will blow up... However, the arcane has always been just as interesting in how it twists all these laws of existence into it's own, much less self-restrictive rules that allow it to be free. The beauty of these two forces clashing and combining has been a wonder enrapturing Sindri since he discovered his proficiency in magic runes.
At the age of thirty Sindri had reached the beginning of adulthood, the age where gnomes from his tribe go out to adventure and discover more of the world, to find their place in it. In that time Sindri pursued knowledge and the wisdom to use it, seeking out tales of groups and kingdoms that had possessed the magic and knowledge he sought. He went from studying in great elven libraries and listening to bards as they told their tales that had been past down to them by their forefathers to digging at ancient ruins and facing traps ancients had laid, only to rinse and repeat as he found no end.
Finally Sindri had exhausted himself with the endless cycle, heading home after thirty years, only to visit one last tavern and have his thirst rekindled by the tale a bard had sung that night, a tale of a fallen organization he could not believe he hadn't heard of before; The Remonai. Their downfall was riddled with mystery and the full extent of their knowledge and abilities even more so, and with every word he heard, every rumor he picked apart as he neared the land they had existed and perished in he thirsted for more-more of the knowledge that hid itself even from the ancients.
Type of weapon(s) used: Runes, throwing daggers (he doesn't have any to start with, but he's proficient with them), and a quarterstaff.
Age: 73
Race: Gnome
Personality: He is a bit distanced, always a bit quiet and almost never starting a conversation. However, once one is started or a topic of interest comes up, he seems to come down to earth and enjoy a good conversation. He takes pleasure in exercising his mind in pursuits that could be a game or making art of all kinds, however it always seems to interest him even more to observe others doing these things. If you were to ask him if the glass were half full or half empty, he would simply tell you that it's a few drops away.
Gift: Rune Maelstrom-The ability to fabricate, understand, and manipulate an ancient runic language into enchantments-and spell scrolls, but he doesn't really find that to be as much fun. He also likes experiments, so it's highly advised to stay far away when he is tinkering. Of course, fabricating runes has a price, often being a magic material or his energy.
Appearance:
Biography: Raised as a rock gnome despite his forest heritage, Sindri has always been a bit reclusive in nature and found science dazzling, learning of physics and how if combined with this material that one will blow up... However, the arcane has always been just as interesting in how it twists all these laws of existence into it's own, much less self-restrictive rules that allow it to be free. The beauty of these two forces clashing and combining has been a wonder enrapturing Sindri since he discovered his proficiency in magic runes.
At the age of thirty Sindri had reached the beginning of adulthood, the age where gnomes from his tribe go out to adventure and discover more of the world, to find their place in it. In that time Sindri pursued knowledge and the wisdom to use it, seeking out tales of groups and kingdoms that had possessed the magic and knowledge he sought. He went from studying in great elven libraries and listening to bards as they told their tales that had been past down to them by their forefathers to digging at ancient ruins and facing traps ancients had laid, only to rinse and repeat as he found no end.
Finally Sindri had exhausted himself with the endless cycle, heading home after thirty years, only to visit one last tavern and have his thirst rekindled by the tale a bard had sung that night, a tale of a fallen organization he could not believe he hadn't heard of before; The Remonai. Their downfall was riddled with mystery and the full extent of their knowledge and abilities even more so, and with every word he heard, every rumor he picked apart as he neared the land they had existed and perished in he thirsted for more-more of the knowledge that hid itself even from the ancients.
Type of weapon(s) used: Runes, throwing daggers (he doesn't have any to start with, but he's proficient with them), and a quarterstaff.
The Rogue Bro
The average magical guy
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