living in an oblivion.

GIVE IF YOU MUST.

STAT BLOCKS

ABILITY SCORES

STRENGTH: 11, +1

DEXTERITY: 13, +1

CONSTITUTION: 15, +1

INTELLIGENCE: 14, +1

WISDOM: 14, +1

CHARISMA: 17, +1

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

Proficiencies: arcana & deception. no armor. daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows. constitution & charisma are his saving throws.

Languages: ellinumenos & araimenos.

Equipment: quarterstaff with arcane focus, explorer’s pack & 2 daggers.

Cantrips: light, prestidigitation, firebolt & message.

Spells: thunderwave, detect magic, shield & alter self.

Sorcerous origins: wild magic.

Positive personality traits: 

i can effortlessly adapt to situations (adaptable).

it’s easy to get what i want with a few words and a smile (charismatic).

i devote myself to my life goals and studies (tenacious).

Negative personality traits:

no one knows the real me (deceitful).

most of my actions have ulterior motives (scheming).

the end justifies the means (immoral).

Ideals: there’s a moral line that men don’t cross if they’re good men, and i like to wave at it as i keep going. (evil)

Bonds: i encountered wild magic by the touch of a demon. / i brought death upon my mentor for holding me back, and i would do it again. / the boy i grew up with is the most suited to kill me, as i am to kill him.

Flaws: in the pursuit of power and knowledge, i abandoned honor and compassion.

Hometown: aoratios.

the bravery of green hearts and curiosity led them through to the path that the workers told them not to cross, where so much darkness dimmed the flames of the torch they carried and they weren’t sure if it was their shadows dancing on the walls of the mines or someone else’s. they wouldn’t know it then, as mere children playing at adventurers, but on the day that their mentor would be killed, he’d tell them that there was only one thing they should hope always follows them: their shadows. shall it always touch them but be apart from them, to be there to fall back on when they needed to survive but never to be consumed by it wholly. on that day, they would look at each other and think too late. 

the first time they were consumed, claude was seven years old. he walked beside the boy he called a brother with a torch between them and flames that ceased in the stillness of the mine, with no wind or water to put them out. it was at that moment that the two boys believed in the rumors of hades working in those mines. they were looking for any signs left of the ancient god, and they found it in the form of claw marks. claude got them on his back, right where his collarbone ended and shoulder blade began. he clutched at the wound and thrashed on the floor, feeling his blood spill out so more darkness could fit inside.

it was hard to tell if a god had anything to do with it or if they had just been convinced of their childish fantasy out of fear. after they survived and grew to be young men, they did learn that it hadn’t been darkness that seeped into them, but magic. so far, they had lived with a guild of mercenaries, adopted as orphans by the man who they called their master. claude had dreams of becoming a fighter then, of striking monsters down with a sharp blade and bringing peace to the lands. 

some say that sorcerers are blessed with magic, mighty and powerful, but others have seen the hopeless decline of a person after encountering this magic before to call it a blessing. the touch of a god doesn’t leave claw marks, after all. only creatures of evil dwell in such darkness, and claude has been too close to madness to think that he can tell the difference between a blessing and a curse. 

somewhere along using his magic to kill monsters and keeping it under tight reins the rest of the time, after one too many accidents involving shockwaves and injured companions, the darkness started to seep out. their master was not a magic-user, but he didn’t allow them to find someone they could hone their skill under. he kept the two around as clutches, for they rarely failed to take down a monster with their newly found power. whatever had gone into claude deep in that mine was swirling angrily inside of him, slowly driving him closer and closer to being the man he would never be able to come back from until that’s who he became. 

when he killed his master, he heard something about shadows, but the only shadow he saw was of a young man killing an old one.

PLAYER INFORMATION