Character: Alexander Steelhammer
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Classes: Fighter/Sorcerer
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Biography:
Just like every Family in their small farming village on the Great Central Plain, Alexander Steelhammer's parents toiled endlessly just to get by. His parents were kind and loving parents, and raised Alexander as best they could the bleak world of darkness.
Alexander's father, Jacob, had worked for the forces fighting against Bloodstone in the last years of the war due to his scant blacksmithing experience. Jacob was no war hero or great sword smith, just a young farmer trying to do his part. He spent much of his time making arrow heads and spear tips and doing minor repairs to the armor of weary solders, far from the front lines. During the down time Jacob learned how to use the axe and bow, the spear and shield, the sword and mace. Jacob never saw any real fighting himself, but the stories of valor and the mighty feats of Magic performed by the Wizards always enchanted him. After Jacob returned home, he became one of the local militia, helping defend his little village, and Family, from whatever threaten them.
Jacob raised Alexander as a farmer and a warrior. Alexander grew tall and strong, but not quite as strong or tall as his father. Yet he was very sharp, and had an easy going nature that everyone in the village enjoyed. Alexander was fiercely loyal to his Family, his friends and his village, putting them above all else. With his shaggy brown hair, quick smile and boyish good looks he got out of many situations with the local authorities. Nothing terribly illegal, or at least not ill intended. There was an incident with a rich merchant carrying grain and other sundries from Saudiria to the forts in the north. The merchant had many, many bags of seed, but no one in the village could afford his prices. On his departure the merchant claimed that all his seed bags had been tampered with, and that they were all light. Due to his poor book keeping and lack of local ties, nothing was ever proven. That fall the village's crops were better than the season before, and Alexander could often be seen standing in the fields with a big grin on his face.
Ami Steelhammer, Alexander's mother, worked just as hard on their little farm as Jacob did. Ami also believed, as many of the villagers did, that the God's had left them and their little village, to fend for itself. This was not disheartening to them though, for they found strength relying on one another. Ami taught Alexander tolerance of those of different faiths and races, as the village often received travelers. She also taught him to be wary of people not of the village, people not of their Family. The villagers welcomed the stories and the little trade adventures brought, but still the travelers were closely watched.
Alexander was also raised on the stories of glory and heroism and Magic. And Magic. Alexander dreamed of being able to control the immense Power of Wizards. To crush foes with a word, to call down fire from the sky, to summon servants out of thin air. When a traveling Wizard would visit the village, Alexander would ply them endlessly for stories and lessons on magic. He would trade them plants and berries he had found in his many foraging expeditions for “magic lessons.” These would be, more often then not, bits of arcane gibberish drunkenly scrolled on pieces of scrap paper. Alexander collected them anyway and studied them as if they were his own spell book. During his studying, and chanting, and gesturing, Alexander would sometimes feel a feint shiver through his body, as if he was about to harness real magic. But the feeling was always fleeting, and he never saw any results.
All this changed one afternoon. Alexander and two of his friends, Rys and Micca, had finished their work in the fields and where out hunting for rare plants to trade with the travelers for a little extra money. Distracted by their talk of Hero's and adventure, the pack of wolves was attacking by the time they realized it was too late. They fought hard and many of the wolves died from the well trained thrusts and slashes of the boy's spears and blades. When it looked as if they may live through this horrible ordeal, the largest wolf charged them. In a split second all three boys where on the ground. Micca had a vicious tear through his right arm. Rys had the wolf on his chest, about to have his throat torn out. Alexander shouted something he did not comprehend, but understood. He felt the Power that was only fleeting before, now stronger than ever, thrust his sword, and blacked out. Alexander awoke back in his village, next to his two friends. All three badly wounded, but all three alive. None of them claim to remember the final moments, or quite how they survived. None save Alexander. He knew the feeling. He knew what he had done. Was it true Magic?
Over the next few years, Alexander slowly lost interest in everyday things. He kept placing himself in dangerous situations, trying to feel that Power again. He defended the village bravely, went farther and farther in his foraging journeys. He practiced his bogus incantations from his piecemeal spellbook, but they did nothing for him. All he could think about was that one moment of Power. He begged traveling Wizards to teach him, but he could rarely afford it. If they where willing, he wasn't ready to leave his village, his Family, to study with them. The more he chanted and studied, the more he learned from the passing Wizards, the farther he felt from the Magic. After one evening of studying, he finally broke. He tore his spellbook apart in rage and frustration. Through his frustration and rage at studying the arcane symbols, Alexander felt it again. That shiver. That Power.
That night, after his mother was asleep, he told his father what had happened that day with the wolves and that evening with his spellbook. They talked all night, about adventure, and destiny, and Family, and Magic. In the morning, before anyone else had risen, Alexander shook his fathers hand and went into the world to try to understand the Power he had once felt. To find his own adventure, his own destiny, and a new Family. And once again, felt that shiver of Magic.
// I've never played on a RP sever before, but I'm a D&D player that hasn't played with other people for about 10 years and I think this could be fun.
I'm not sure how much detail to give on the leveling, class wise. I'm not sure if Alexander would split the levels between Fighter and Sorc. as he is leveling, or start as Fighter and change to Sorc. at around 5. I know that when he is at 5 in each, he will make a decision to one path or the other, but i'm not sure which. I don't know if you even need that much technical info, but there it is anyway
I'm also unsure what region he was likely to have grown up in. I'm reading about the different regions, history, etc., but there is quite a bit to get through
Any feedback would be great. Thanks.
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