Name: Tedulas Darkhand
Age: 16
Class(es): Wizard(Necromancer)
Race: Human
Subrace: *NONE*
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Lucinda
2 Domains (if cleric):*NONE*
Bio/Description:
Tedulas lived in a busy town for sixteen years of his life, he could only live there with his parents. He of course like all other people got an education there and learnt about their history, and magics, along with other gifted humans. The main magic that inspired him was necromancy, the power to destroy and create undead, he found this skill amazing so decided to focus his wizardry in that area. Not many other students took up necromancy, due to the fact it was difficult to master, to be able to create and control undead was difficult for such a young age.
He was different from the other children - why? He had very pale white skin, the reason was that he one day went into his fathers lab to look around, and to see his father at work. He then accidentally knocked over a glass of purple liquid that went all over his body. His father rushed him to wash him all over, but it was too late, over the next few days Tedulas' skin became a very pale white, his hair fell out as well, but this didn't stop Tedulas.
He didn’t mind the fact his skin was pale like this, it helped him get in the feel of necromancy, and what it feels like to be dead, well almost, just the colour of his skin helped him...
During his time at school, although he was different, he did have a good time. He never betrayed his friends at school, or he didn’t lie. He was fantastic in working in groups and loves helping others to achieve difficult tasks. He would never physically or mentally harm the weak or innocent in his days of schooling.
Tedulas had to follow Lucinda as a young boy, and probably will for the rest of his life. He was glad he followed her, because it helped him get a grasp of casting arcane spells. He spent a lot of his time praying to her, to try and understand difficult spells he came across, like the ray of frost was a difficult one for him. But eventually he got it along with some other necromancer spells.
One day he felt ready, he felt he had trained enough in necromancy to protect himself and decided to set off for an adventure. He convinced his parents he should leave, so he could develop further and further. The eventually said yes. He packed some personal belongings, grabbed a pen and journal, So he could record thoughts and feelings and any excitement he gets up to. Then headed south, not sure of what he would stumble upon, what people he would meet, or what kind of places he would go...
(I didn't write out a new one, no point, but hopefully this shall be approved now, after I spent time on my previous one finding out Dark Elves were not submitted, lol, sorry my mistake! But I hope this gets through!)
