Born the middle child of thirteen, it was always a chore for Aaroll to be noticed by anyone. Moreso when you understand that of all of Aaroll's brothers and sisters, he was the only one without a twin. This provided an array of social deficientcies in young Aaroll. You see, his siblings were content playing with their respective duplicants and them alone. No matter what Aaroll tried, he was always the oddling. You know... There was a time in Aaroll's life when he thought he would finally find his partner in crime. There was a death amongst the third set of twins. (That's the pair born just before Aaroll.) Poor Dali, of Nali and Dali fame, was slew by goblins! Aaroll was both saddened and delighted. This was his chance to bond with another person. But, young Nali, grief stricken, could not simply part from his dead brother's company. So he did only what he'd assumed Dali would have, he hired a necromancer to resurrect him. Aaroll, seeing his one chance for human contact snuffed out, when into a deep depression. So far was he gone, that he hardly noticed when the mindless Dali turned on his former brother, Nali, and ate his brain.. <br><br>The atmosphere around the Brendoli farmstead changed from then on. Life amongst the twins was somber. I must say, having the two most light-hearted, adventurous twins both die in a matter of days really increased the bond amongst the remaining lot. This did not bode well for young Aaroll. As if things could not become worse, Aaroll would soon turn to his imagination for comfort. He developed a gallery of imginary playmates. For a much younger lad, this behavior might have been rather adorable. Aaroll was nearing his sevententh winter. At that age, imaginary playmates is frowned upon. His parents, seeing this behavior, found it to be a mockery of his brothers and sisters. They asked him to leave the farm. It was then that Aaroll found his way into the loving bosom of Seringale. Here is when the rest of Aaroll's story started to pick up steam...
Description:
As blue eyes, pale and curious, search their surroundings, his body tells a tale of growing potential. While he stands tall, exuding an impression of Nobility, his stomach and arms are... In process. That is, they appear to practice in some physically strenuous activity. But, not much. He is at that between stage of lazy oaf and competent soldier. You could liken him to a half-finished sculpture. There is plenty of unpolished rock. The loud sound one makes when sucking the drool back into their mouth... That just occurred. His breath, odorous of meatless muffins and wine. The appearance of old and fresh scars is the only indicator of his age.
Damn. I was hoping I could delay this. Too much on my plate lately, though. Things like having a baby and getting married give you new priorities! I miss playing though. Lots of great interactions. Did the Herald thing for a while. Warlord stuff a little less. One day, I'll wander back. I always do. Thanks everyone! <3
I hear you on having the family first man. I have had the itch to roll up another hardcore pker but just can't find the time to dedicate to it like I would have to in order to do any justice to a character. Congratulations on the marriage and the baby. Good luck!
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