Seven months ago, in the rocky hills of North…. Wales…. an earth tremor destroyed my entire village, leaving many dead and wounded whilst others fled. It was not maybe so much the initial shock of the event that caused the destruction of our lives but the sheer destruction of the land we farmed and all our resources that meant those who chose to stay did not survive long. I stayed until close to the end when my father sent me away in order to try and find help. But alas my map reading skills were poor and I lost my way quickly in the maze of looming hills. At the time of the disaster I was only just learning my magic, and felt truly powerless in being able to help those around me. I found that when casting and crafting in such situations my work was poor and useless. It was travelling alone in the last few months which led me to truly develop my skills, but I long for more learning and teaching… remembering the wise words of my father “knowledge is the drink of the wise”. Our village was communal, we were self sufficient and sociable, sharing meals, in which I was the chef and There was a host of creatures including some previously oppressed Goblins whom were good friends of my family and have made me very tolerable of others and sympathetic to their cause. To explain more about me you must know about my newly acquired infinite thirst for knowledge. I am also fiercely against non-eco towns, those that I encounter I will seek to destroy them at all costs if their ways cannot be changed. One of my deepest fears is not fighting on stable land, possibly a result of the previous events, for it reminds me of that time. However when on stable land my fighting can be quirky and unconventional, with my prized tool being my 10 ft ladder which can become both a useful weapon and great for breaking into buildings for a good night’s sleep. I long to learn carpentry and to find those who once lived in my village or had connections with it. I am on a quest of self discovery to some extent, I fear if I ever do return to my village and rebuild it I might do so as one with a vast experience of the world and its workings. I enjoy meeting new people, travelling alone has led alone has led me to the edge of madness and back. I have so far drunk at every tavern I have passed and do not intend on stopping this new found tradition. It has led me to meet some wonderful people, not least a wizard from a foreign land whom I travelled with for a while but was eaten by a dragon just outside of… dover… once again my magic failed to protect him as we were on a loosely tied rope bridge at the time. Being relatively young in age has led me to be agile and quick to escape danger myself, often failing to help others. I am tolerable yet stubborn. Causes I have a passion for such as being self sufficient and respectful to others, as well as a powerful defendant of my ladder and the quest for knowledge mean I often become quite fixated on such causes. However I also can be easily distracted with books or the promise of teachings.. as well as a local tavern.
Fears:My deepest an darkest fear is of earth, and its destructive force. More specifically i fear fighting on unstable land. It stems from the earthquake that destroyed my vilage… from loosing my fellow Wizard traveller Winglezord on a rope bridge… ironically i enjoy the stablilty of air… My dyfnaf yn ofn tywyllaf o ddaear, a’i grym dinistriol. Yn fwy penodol i ofn yn ymladd ar dir ansefydlog. Mae’n deillio o’r daeargryn a ddinistriodd fy vilage … o golli fy nghyd teithwyr Winglezord Brudiwr ar bont rhaff … eironig i fwynhau’r awyr sefydlogrwydd …