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Originally posted by craig:
<STRONG>any one think of a background, for a good aligned Deep gnome who has come out of the underdark he has a scythe/hand(like belwar and his Arms) on his right arm, Barbarian/Illousinist(sp) Can any one think of a background?</STRONG>
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Couldn't think of anything more complicated, could you? Oh, well, I'll give it a try. I'll just call him Sparkle, I don't like writing about people without a name.
Sparkle was born in the underdark in a small deep gnome village. Early on, it became apparent, thet he was different from his fellows. He was always asking questions about the surface,especially about how the sun shone there. His parents were not at all happy with the way their son was turning, and gave him into training with an older warrior of their liking.
Soon, Sparkle was too busy to ask questions about the surface and the sun as he was trying to do his best at keeping up with his training. The old warrior was a skilled teacher, and he was proud that he was always able to find the weapon his pupil was most proficient with. Now Sparkle did not seem to be a very gifted fighter, and his teacher was close to giving up and only kept him because his parents insisted that he had a good influence on him.
They surely would have been less pleased if they had found out that their son had met an learned illusionist one evening after training and had started to see him regularly, as soon as he had any tome to spare. Sparkle had found somebody else who could tell him all he wanted to know about the surface. But he had learnt not to be too obviously enthousiastic about the surface and thus feigned to be only interested in it to better fight against the cursed surfacers. Thus, he slowly gained more and more knowledge about the surface, and about his own talents. The wizard had not been blind, noticing in Sparkle somebody intelligent enough to grasp the suptleties (sp?) of magis. Soon, Sparkle took his first steps as an illusionist.
Now, Sparkle still followed his fighting courses with the old warrior. One afternoon, training went really bad and he was disarmed time after time, his teacher beginning to fume with rage. Once more Sparkle was disarmed, and but this time his teacher did not stop his attacks but continued advancing on him. Sparkle scrambled desperately to get out of reach of his hits as his hand fell on a scythe. Desperated, he grapped the scythe, and, behold!, he scored a hit, almost disarming his teacher, apparently, he had finally found the weapon of his choice. He soon was driving back his teacher along the training ground,pocking up a second scythe as he went along, using it to even deadlier effectiveness.
Now, Sparkle learnt quickly, both fighting and magic, but he had still soo much to learn, when something unexpected happened. He fell in madly love with the clanchief's daughter and apparently, she fancied him too. Unfortunately, her love was not lasting and she soon sought to get rid of him, but he was too much in love to understand this. Thus, she chose to open his eyes once and for all. As almost every day since he met her, Sparkle dressed in his best clothes, picked up his most beautifully polished scythes and went to meet her. But, what was this! When he entered her room, she was lying in sombody else's arms! "Now, do you understand, little fool?", she asked. For one moment, Sparkle stood frozen to stone, then something broke in him, launching him into a frenzy like none before. He positively mowed down his former girlfriend and her new lover, not stopping before he hed reduced them to pieces. Finally coming to his senses, he looked at the scene, horrified and fled, fled the site of his crime, fled from himself.
By sheer luck, nobody had heard him kill them, and he left the village unnoticed, wandering aimlessly. Finally, he sat down and wept. He had found out about a side in him he had not known before, and it frightened him. He had betrayed his own standards, and he was close to punishing himself with death for it. But then he saw a light, pure as he had never seen before. Unwittingly, he had wandered near an earthslide which had opened a passage to the surface. Now seeing this light, he found new hope. He thought of it as a sign, a sign that he could still amend himself, do good, use his illusionist, and, yes, also his barbarian powers to good end. Thus, he slowly began the climb to the surface, and to the sun he had so often dreamed about.
Well, I hope that's not too messy a caracter.
*ducks and waits for the stones to fly*