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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:17 pm
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Name: Trevyc Age: 22 Race: Human Weapons: Harpoon, Short Sickle Powers: Developing Earth magic Bio (Optional) : Trevyc is a human who has gotten through life using his silver tongue. He's an idealist, but he has no regrets in manipulating situations at hand when they might benefit him. He was born a sorcerer, an innate user of magic, and had many troubles and stigmas surrounding him for it. Not many are born magic users, and not many are fit for the tough growth process of a sorcerer. In addition, his appearance does little to help him. Personality:A bit on the callous side, he cares little for details and looks at the big picture. He acts like he doesn't care about people, and deep down, he doesn't, at least, not easily. He's charismatic, though, and uses his leadership and attractive words to gain people to his side. More a talker than a fighter, Trevyc is still dangerous on the battlefield. His knowledge of magic is blooming, and his tactics in battle are often feared. He uses bluffs, taunts and fakes in battle, and tries his hardest to mantain dominance without taking hits. Appearance: He's about 5 feet 10 inches, slim of build. His skin is tanned, which is rare in his region, but he inherited it from his father. his hair, black with some silver streaks, was inherited from his mother. Very soon, his hair will be completely white, but it's a mystery as to when that will happen. He wears light armor on his legs and arms, and has dark-colored clothing worn over his padded armor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:26 pm
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Trevyc was in a nearby forest, sitting on the branch of a pear tree. One his favored fruits, he ate greedily and stored some of the fruits in his pouch. He was happy at the moment, until he saw something more suitable for lunch. A huge boar was walking into one of his traps.
He watched with great interest.
As the boar trudged on, it triggered a tripwire, and met a sharp, stabbing doom. The trap, a simple spike, was effective, and required almost no effort for Trevyc to build. Now all he needed was a fire.
Hours later, a full Trevyc sat under the tree next to a fire, where a fat roast sat drizzled with pear juices. He waited until it dried out, and salted it so it wouldn't spoil, and stored it in his pouch.
Today was a good day for him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:14 pm
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