Born in the forest, I grew up in a home of strict discipline and
unwavering competition between my brothers. My father always pitted us
against each other to gain the very best out of his sons. From an early
age, I learned to defend myself against extreme odds and deal with
overwhelming circumstances. No matter the weather my father would train us
in the art of war, depicting grand battles in our small grove. My mother
would tend to our wounds, but with the same strict behavior demonstrated by
our father. My older brother Restha was chosen by our clan to represent us
in the summer battles. At the time I was too young for the competition, but
I traveled with him to learn. His first battle went quite smoothly and he
defeated a young dwarf without breaking a sweat. His confidence soared and
he did not maintain the discipline our father preached. A sinister drow was
his next opponent my brother not respecting his opponent was left with a
gracious souvenir, a permanent reminder to never take an opponent lightly
for now he could no longer use his left hand. My father no longer
recognized my brother as his son due to the embarrassment he caused our
proud family. I became the chosen son to lead our family out of despair and
change our misguided fortune. The very next summer I battled all opponents
of the lands emerging victorious. My family was showered with gifts and
wealth beyond our dreams. My parents became so engrossed with wealth and
notoriety that they began to feature me as an unstoppable beast ready for
any battle. I relished the attention and savored the blood I would spill.
Countless men tried their hand in battle, and many lost just that. On a
cold and stormy night a giant of a man came to my father and asked for his
permission to take me to train with him. My father laughed in his face as I
watched, within a blink of an eye a massive club the size of two men came
crashing down on my father killing him instantly. The rest of my family
scared?" I responded, "There is nothing to fear, master teach me, I am
student."
Description:
There is a man standing before you, he is quite thin. His face is extremely flat, flat as the calm sea. His eyes are quite narrow and forever focused. He stands at almost six feet in height with bronzed skin. His features are flawless, his eyes are a deep green with long eye lashes. His hair is a fiery red color, shoulder length flowing in the wind. There is a benevolent smile on his face, revealing perfect teeth, all white in color.
I spent a lot of time reading old posts from the graveyards of my previous characters and it was really sad to read. I keep doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result which means I must be insane. Nothing negative happened on this character, no blow up, just a lack of desire on my part. I guess I was afraid to put myself out there again, attempt to deal with what may happen and pray that it wouldn't lead to frustration anger and more ridiculousness. So I decided to just delete before something like that could happen.
It's a trap. You make something else and die or have to quit out because you don't know it as well as your primary class. Then you feel shameful, like you could have won if you were playing your class but you were sandbagging it. It's tough to learn new classes when you're the kind of guy who only plays one character at a time.
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