Wren Forgewright

[Wren Forgewright]

Name:
Wren Forgewright

Race:
Human

Age:
25 Years

Sex:
Male

Appearance:
Wren is a bookworm, if you see him without a book in his face then its just not Wren. His unkempt, curly brown hair would just be visible over the top of the book and as you look downwards there is nothing much to look at really.
He is of slim build, 6' tall and pale complexion as you would expect of a scholar, not seeing much sunlight is an understatement.
If you do make the mistake of looking into Wrens eyes though you will become lost in the terrors you find there. What is not strong and solid about his body can be found in his eyes, their passion and thirst for knowledge and power goes beyond anything you have ever seen. If Wren ever smiles at you, you can be sure the smile will never reach his eyes.
There are deep bags under his eyes if any one were to notice, those are the early onsets of the poison of leeching that runs through his veins.
Wren also has an uncontrollable hacking cough occasionally at which point he will normally pull out a blood stained handkerchief from within his robes dab at his mouth absent mindedly and return to what he was doing.

Character Concept:
Weak and self consumed, Wren generally passes under the gaze of most of the travelling heroes of these times, he will keep to himself if at all possible and unless you have some knowledge to share he is genuinely not interested in what you have to say. A traveling scholar out to seek every piece of knowledge he can garner about Reimancy, Leeching and Malediction, Wrens Reimancy is PURELY fire based and comes more powerfully with fits of passion, generally he has weak to moderate control over his magic but when pushed to his limit is capable of amazing and at the same time depraved acts of violence and fury. Commonly collects other wizards fingernails for malediction as he cant stomach cutting people open and gathering their bones, clippings if he has to but the whole fingernail is preferred, these he keeps in a pouch around his neck and is one of his more prized possesions.

Character History:
"The son of an ignorant farmer and an imbecile of a woman who could hardly tie shoelaces let alone two words in a sentence" would be Wrens reply if asked. To be truthful though, Wren never knew his parents nor did he care to, he WAS infact the child of a farmer, who could ill afford another mouth to feed.
Though before Wren was old enough to coddle his father took the oppertunity to sell his newest son to a band of slavers who were bringing their caravan through the small farming village at the time, only thinking of the money the foolish man invited their leader to his house for dinner to discuss the bussiness in the middle of the night, not wanting any of the townsfolk to know what kind of mischief he was up to.
Of course the slavers, never true to their word, came to the meeting fully armed and ten men strong to take away the wife, daughter and all of the farmers sons, leaving the farmer with a hand full of his own guts as payment.
At the slave market the family was seperated and Wren still only an infant at this stage was bought by a tall, dark haired, Reimancer to use in some magical experiments and as a leeching assistant and source of permanent power, thus at a very young age (possibly one of the youngest initiations ever done) Wren was initiated as a Reimancer.
His master who went by the name of Erich the Black was a wretched man, thin and sickly looking, with deep bags under his eyes who used his powers for ill, trapping and imprisoning young women for his pleasure and amassing wealth from various wizarding scams or protection money.
As much as Erich was vile, he was powerful and knowledgeable in the ways of Reimancy and Leeching and Wren growing up around someone who was constantly using his powers learned alot about magic. Wren would sit in Erichs study at night listening to the screams of his current victim and study hard the books of ancient lore and spellcraft that lined the walls of his rooms. Of course Wren could not read, he was never taught, but with the aid of a magnifying glass that he found on Erichs table he found he was able to read each of the spell books without hesitation no matter the language or density, Wren absorbed the knowledge like a sponge. Slowly Wren came to master some of the more basic meditation techniques and eventually was able to release his own Res.
One night Wren was so immersed in his study and so used to the screaming and carrying on downstairs that he didnt hear them stop, and he also didnt hear the slow footsteps creeping up the stairs, nor did he even look up when the door to the study silently glided open.
There standing in the doorway was Erich the Black, inglorious as his name, Wren was almost the same height as him now at 20 years of age but this was a broken shell of a man, constant use of leeching and reimancy had taken its toll on his body which was now a thin husk of his former self, not to say that Erich had ever been MUCH, but this was a sorry state even for him.
Erich was furious, not only that his victim had died long before he was through having fun with her... but at Wren, he didnt say a word as he began pooling his Res infront of him, stretching it out into the thin strands of a net, wire thin but hard as steel. Wren knew because he had seen Erich use this net before. Once you were caught in it he could manipulate you however he pleased and you could garuntee that anything which pleased Erich was not going to be pleasant for you.
Wren, was thin and weak, from both malnutrition and lack of sleep but he moved much faster than Erich expected. Luckily for Wren that at the moment Erich was to release his net and surely capture Wren in its spidery web he doubled over in pain, coughing and wheezing, closer now Wren could see the beaded perspiration on Erichs brow and the pale clammyness of his skin. There wasnt much time for observation though before the candlestick Wren had been using for light swung downwards with a loud crack into Erichs skull.
Pure instinct saved him that night, yet it was early morning before Wren left that study, taking with him his two favorite books and the magnifying glass, leaving behind a mangled corpse which was missing just one fingernail.
Since that night Wren has traveled, seeking power wherever he goes, his insatiable thirst for knowledge driving him onwards, towards what? or whom? he dosent know.

Region:
Zeltiva, Wrens Thirst for knowledge has brought him to the city of Zeltiva, Wren will stop at nothing to obtain the power he seeks.

Training and skill points:
Reimancy 30 pts (starter)

Leeching 15 pts (human racial)

Malediction 20 pts (starter)

Lore of Fire Reimancy
Lore of Malediction

Languages:
Common (barely)

Equiptment:
Wren has the clothes on his back,
his shoes,
a pouch containing 1 fingernail,
(he has long since ditched the two books he carried out of Erich's study, theres only so many times you can read a good book)
A backpack containing: a waterskin, a magnifying glass (im sacrificing alot to have this magnifying glass (2 languages, many equip items and gold)) and a blanket.

Ledger:
150 gm

[Wren Forgewright]

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