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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #45 on: September 10, 2016, 02:15:33 am »
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Name: Pace the Haunted
Age: 24
Race: Human
Job: Mad man
Skills: Theft (slight of hand, pick pocketing), general survival, small blades, rough clothing repair

History: Pace was sent away from home at the age of 18 to apprentice under a carpenter in the local village. He never made it to the village. Along the way, he was abducted by a band of highwaymen who sought to sell him off as a slave. When no buyer could be found, they bound him in chains and dumped him in the woods far from home. For several days he lay and waited for his death to come, instead he was rescued by a traveler to the region. The traveler identified himself as one of the "wandering eyes" a group of shamanistic wanderers who traveled the world observing everything, both unimportant and world changing. For a year Pace traveled along side this man, learning about the world, until the fateful day when Pace murdered him in an argument. What the argument was about mattered very little. What did matter was the curse laid upon him by the man who thought him a friend. From the day he spilled his blood onward, Pace's eyes were filled with the visages and voices of the vagrant dead. Always there, asking their ceaseless questions, speaking their ceaseless accusations, making their ceaseless profane promises and requests. His attempts to find work in the major cities were stymied by his visions and so he lived by begging and stealing for several years. In that time, he found he was quiet good at the slight of hand required to take things when people weren't paying attention, and passable at picking pockets. Too many times though his visions would overwhelm him, making him stand out from the people around him and he would be caught, forcing him to move on. At some point, he found his way home but there was naught but long dead ashes, burned foundations, and the restless dead where once sat the village he knew so well.

clothes: belt, rags, worn out shoes
Armor: prized oilskin cloak ((heavy canvas treated with oil. waterproof, woo))
Weapons: small knife
Other Items: a bone needle, a copper ring, and a loaf of stale bread, bone talisman (simple smoothed bone spike)
I'm really just a sexy skeleton in a suit.
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