Appearence | Name | Age | Race | Job |
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| Drevart Craft | 20 | Phantom (sentient illusion) | Mirage shaper |
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somewhat cold, doesn't like when new people are too close to him | Level 4: 1200/2000 |
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Was born in another world, in a small country of creatures that escaped their own plane of existence in an attempt to survive. These creatures were called phantoms and are basically living lumps of energy which can once per lifetime choose what form to take in the eyes of others. The phantoms decided to take on the business of trading and some shade things such as assassinations and information trading. But the last thing became their demise. Rulers of other countries decided that they knew too much and needed to eradicate them. So they started a war...Drevart participated in it while being still 15. They managed to last 5 years, five long years against an alliance of different races. And that's solely because of their unique nature and some old monsters protecting their country from the shadows, but it was impossible to win... and the phantoms knew it. So they were formulating a plan on how to escape. They found an ancient portal. After painstaking efforts to decipher the texts on how to use it, they decided to lead some part of the remaining citizens to the new world and the others will remain to defend safe passage... Plan succeeded, but only partially. When the last batch of people was going through the misty veil of the portal... A small squad of mages teleported exactly in the room where everyone was and used prepared self-explosion spells to destroy everything. Drevart managed to enter the portal, but the explosion broke it and the spatial tunnel was distorted, so he, and some other people were thrown randomly in the different worlds, different places... That's a short story on how he appeared just outside the city of Scribel, falling from a couple of meters on earth, damaged by the explosion, his clothes were ragged and the sword broken but at least he was alive. "Something feels... weird?" Mumbles a person, lying on the ground in the tattered, somewhat burned and torn robes with the broken shorthswrd in hand. He knew that he will appear in a different world, but didn't expect to be separated from his race. "Oh no... My Aether! My connection to Aether!!" Person clutches his chest, where his heart should be and sighs in resignation "Guess everything starts anew..." |
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