Gerald Ambrose

[regentwill]

Full Name: Gerald Ambrose
Age: 20
Class: Wizard
Race: Human
Align: CG
Deity: Lucinda

Appearance: A rather dashing and handsome young man, Gerald can be seen with a grin, wielding quick wit as if it were a toy to be played with. A quick smile, and a sagely nod, can earn him a bargain with any man. His hair, which is platinum white, rests just at his shoulders. Deep blue eyes reguard you keenly, taking in your appearance for later study. This is a man of the hour, and lives exactly for that.

Background:

Gerald was born of a studious mother and a vicious father. Anita, his mother, had been studying the ways of wizardy for 25 years before Gerald was born, since she was a young child. Coric, Geralds father, had met her while they defended a local town from an Orc invasion. The two fought side by side, and with magic and steel, bested the strongest of opponents. From that moment onward, they grew close, and eventually had a child. A little boy, whom they named Gerald.

The child was raised by his mother until he reached the age of ten. She taught him basic knowledge of the arcane, and how to wield that magic responsibly. He was taught that even with great study, the magic he held was a gift of the lady Lucinda, and he should respect her. His father, however, was not so kind towards the arts. On his tenth birthday, his father took him to a confrontation two miles away from home. There, a local group of bandits were bullying a small community. Coric, always eager to lend a hand if it meant cutting one off as well, made his way into the open, greatsword slung over his shoulder. He nodded to the townsfolk, and smirked at the would-be-bandits who reguarded him in return with a cynical gaze.

After a few moments of grown-up talk, the groups became heated. Gerald took cover behind one of the oxen and watched as the bandits attacked one of the woman who refused to go with them for the night. Coric reached out, striking the man in the jaw with a solid blow, and sent the bandit reeling to the ground. The other two bandits lept upon Coric with their blades, cutting his skin deeply, forcing the blood to exit the open wounds. Coric let out a roar of anger and tossed them to the ground, cleaving them with his hefty blade.

The wounds he suffered, however, were too deep to be cured by medicine alone, and the small village had little in the way of Clergy. Gerald watched as his father, the strongest man he knew, slipped away from him. After his father was laid to rest, Gerald picked up Corics mighty greatsword and carried it home on his shoulder, the trip was long and tiring, the greatsword wieghed about as much as he did. Once he arrived home, he told his mother of the goings-on, and what had happened to his father. She cried, pained at the loss of her love. Gerald comforted her most that night, talking with her, hugging her, trying his best to help her through the pain. After a weeks time passed, things began to go back to normal. He continued his studies of the arcane, but often times at night practiced with his fathers greatsword.

Ten more years passed as he practiced with both steel and spell, learning to fight effectively with the two. Three months passed his twentieth birthday Anita, his mother, passed away from sickness. Having learned all he could from her, and knowing he could not simply live in the home of his mother and father, he set out seeking adventure.

[Leanthar]

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