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Appearance:
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Height: 6 Feet to the top of his head, 6 Foot 2 Inches to the top of his horns
Name: Morthos Xerxes
Nickname:
Age: 22
Race: Tiefling
Gender: Male
Class: Wizard
Alignment: Neutral
Skills: Arcana, Dungeoneering, Nature, Religion
Weapons: Quarterstaff
Gear: Spellbook, Food rations
Personality: Morthos can be a bit paranoid at times, being a tiefling can do that to a guy. He relies on himself quite a bit but he does enjoy people, people just tend not to enjoy him. Morthos isn't in to adventuring for the money or the loot, he's in it for the adventure and learning new things. Give him that and he'll be sure to be by your side, of course, a bit of loot doesn't hurt either.
Back Story: 
I know what you’re probably thinking, “since you’re a tiefling you must follow Asmodeus, right?” Well I hate to destroy that stereotype for you but not all tieflings follow Asmodeus. I happen to follow Ioun, goddess of knowledge, skill, and prophecy. All my life I’ve felt like I was born into the wrong body, or at least my purpose here is to just rid the world of prejudices against my people. Whenever I meet someone new they’re shocked when I tell them I’m not evil. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some lawful good paladin, are you kidding? Way too much work involved in that, I help out people sometimes. Only if I really think they need it, really think I can help, and it isn’t too far out of my way. I am neutral; some may see that as a sign of indecision or weakness. I see it as an opportunity for experimentation as well as flexibility. I am not morally bound to help those who need it nor do I feel the need to cause destruction wherever I may roam.

My human mother raised me, my father was never around and I say good riddance to him. My mother never even knew his name; to him she was just a one-night stand. Sometimes I feel as if he is watching me but then I just put that down to the fact I’m paranoid and always think someone is watching me, whether it be friend or enemy. In the case of my father I’m not sure which category he would fall under. My mother and I were somewhat close, but most of the time I ended up doing my own thing and she stood behind me, even when it wasn’t the smartest of ideas. I’m not as evil as most people would assume, though I can think some pretty nasty things they mostly remain thoughts. I never really had many friends but I think it was because people were scared of me. Which made sense, I’d be scared of me too if I was somebody else... if that doesn’t make sense to you I'm not explaining it. With my horns, long tail, oddly coloured skin along with hair, most people would look twice when they saw me then never look again.

Because of this I spent most of my childhood in the library of my town. I eventually took up a job there, not only did it give me an excuse to be there all the time but the extra money really helped out my mom take care of me. While being in the library I read a lot of books, this is where my interest in magic began. I read of powerful warlocks, wizards and sorcerers. I wanted to be like them, famous in all their rights. Since I wasn’t born with amazing arcane powers and I did not want to keep up the stereotype of tieflings selling their souls for power becoming a wizard was the natural choice.

Yes, I’m a wizard, though not a very good one as of yet. More specifically I’m a pyromancer. I guess some stereotypes are true, in my defense fire just comes a lot easier than other types of magic. I trained quite a bit and when I thought I was ready I ventured off into the world on my own. Through my studies I learned about nearly every kind of monster there is out there, I believe knowledge is power and I wanted to be ready for my adventures. My mother was nearly in tears but I promised her I’d come back from time to time. Why wouldn’t I? She is my mother after all, just because I’m part devil does not mean I’m not capable of love. I do love my mother, and I will go back to her and visit, I’m just not sure when.

The one thing that comforts me is that I know my mother is not alone. Since she never knew my father she dated a lot of guys while I was growing up. None of them were really terrible or good. There are however two exceptions to this statement. The first is a dwarf named Orsik and he was just awful. He started off all right but he slowly became abusive towards my mother and I, suffice to say, she wasn’t with him long. I was only 8 at the time, and ever since then I’ve always never really liked dwarves. I know they are not all like that but I can’t really help it, so don’t you judge me. The second exception to the first statement is the man my mother was with when I left, a half-elf named Lucan. He was raised by his elven mother in the Feywild and he was always so nice to the both of us. He and my mom have been dating for about a year now, I hope they stay together; he’s my favourite boyfriend out of them all. Well, that’s my story, so far anyways, who knows, maybe one day you’ll be reading about me in the library. Morthos, Tiefling Pyromancer Wizard, The Sage of Ages... ya, that has a nice ring to it.
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