New player//Character - Mephic Cain

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Full Name: Mephic Cain
Age: 19
Class(es): Wizard plan to roleplay into PrC pale master.
Race: Human
Subrace: (If Any) N/A
Alignment: Nutral
Deity: Corath
2 Domains (if cleric): N\A
Bio/Description: Bourn in a ragged shanty outside of a small cemitary to an undertaker and his wife. Mephic's mother died giveing birth. Mephics father tried to raise him well, Teaching him to read and write. He took very quickly to the studious arts and seemed to enjoy himself. He always had his nose burried deep into some book or another. Without many friends mephic began to grow lonley as he grew older. He would sit out in the cemetary at night and read the gravestone's. He would wonder where these people came from, How they lived there lives and he would even imageine how they died. Creating elaborate fantasys out of but a name on a tombstone. He would stometimes speak to the graves in the cold night, yearning for company. Just one friend.

It was cold and the fog rolled low over the hills of the small graveyard. Mephic was now almost ten years old, He sat his back to a gravestone reading a new book by candlelight his father had brought home for him from the market when he heard weaping to his left. He turned an saw a shaggy old woman kneeling at a grave, She had long grey hair that seemed to blend and flow with the fog around her. She was clutching something large in her hands and seemed oblivious to the boy. Mephic moved slowly twards the woman, She gave no signs of notice to his approatch... Softly he spoke to her, "are you alright." he peeped. This was the first person he had ever seen in the graveyard at night and he was a bit nervous. Her weaping ceased immidately and she sat unmoveing her hair still flowing as if taunted by a small breeze, Yet there was no wind on this night. "Come closer boy." her raspy voice finally spoke out. "who are you." Mephic said takeing a step back. "I have a book here boy, I think you might like it." Mephic was afraid of this woman, there was something very strange about her but the prospect of any new reading material greatly intruiged him and he wearily moved closer. "what kind of book." he said. "A very special book, A book very few have laid eyes upon and even fewer can understand. If you can read it to me then It can be yours." Mephic became very interested, His favorite storeys were those of mistery and adventure, exotic creaters and great wizards and heroes and villans. He sat down next to the woman trying to gaze at her face, but her ever flowing hair made catching a glimpse of her features seemingly impossible, So he turned his attention twards the large leaterbound book in her lap, He had never seen such a thing, The book was very large and thick, He thought to himself it must be at least two thousand pages long. The spine was carved with strange simbolys and the front and back were littered with intricate designes. He reached out for it. "This book will change you forever." The woman said as Mephics hands touched down on the scaley leather. Mephics eyes grew wide, for a moment he thought he caught a glimps of the womans face, Her skin peeled away from her bones, She was smirking. He flintches and looked again, her hair was again hanging casually like the midnight fog. "I dont care, I must see it." Mephic said. She released her grasp on the ancient looking tomb and watched the boy intently as he opened it. A feint wind began to pick up as Mephic undid the leather strap holding the book closed, The leaves of the trees begain to wrustle and the womans hair was now danceing wildly, Though mephic was to enguaged with this new treasure in his hands to notice. As he opened to the first page he heard a low rumble in his ears, A thousand images of death blood and pain flashed before his eyes. The pages were covered in small print ancient symboles and horrific scetches, His eyes grew heavy as he turned the pages, Unable to release the book. Finally the world became black and as he slummped to the earth he heard the womans cackle fade away into the night.

Mephic awoke in the morning with the book gripped tightly in his arms. He tryed to remember the events of the night before but it was all very hazy to him. He looked down at what he was clutching and remembred the images, Throngs of corpses, fire bellowing up from the earth, Skellital figures riseing up from the graves around him and a man. His face shrouded in shadows... His eyes glowing green in the dark night, He carreyed a large staff with a horned skull at the tip and he was laughing. All the havoc and death around him was this mans doing. Mephic ran home and hid the book underneath his bed. He tryed to despose of it many times but he would always go back for it unsure of why. Finally one night he opened the pages again. There were no screams this time, no visions of death but he could understand all the strange symbols all the scribbles of writeing. Incantations, spells, rituals. He began to memorize them... Mephic made his first sacrafice at age fifteen. A large dog that wondered into the cemetary one night. He buried it on the edge of the graveyard and waited. To years passed and Mephic and grown increaseingly solitary, Only going outside in the night. No longer helping his father with the upkeep of the cemetary. His nose always buried in the ancient book, Sometimes he would catch himself mumbling, He once even accidently set a chair on fire. He was leaning against it one night and he mumbled one of the incantations he had been memorizing that day from the book. It burst into flames, Luckly his father was out and dident witness the event.

Mephic decided it was finally time. He went to the edge of the cemetary, book in hand. He began to chant over the spot he had marked with rocks two years previous. The earth began to shift and the hound rose up from the ground bones fuseing old dry skin hardening around the ghastly looking corpse. Its eyes flared red and it sat waiting for its new masters commands.

Mephic is now 19, Many strange events have taken place since the raising of the hound. His abilitys growing day by day. His book always within arms reach. His otherworldy hound waiting at bay in the forests for his masters next command. Surely He can gain more power, The old woman, He must find the old woman. He must learn more of where his ancient book has come from. He must gain more..... power...

Mephic gathered a few things from his room. Grabbed his book, Draped a large dark robe over himself and left the graveyard. His father, All things he new he would never return to again.

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