[B]Name:[/B] Tem Gloomarrow
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Age:[/B] 25

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[i]You ask me why I have come here? The answer is simplicity itself. I am cursed, and so is this place. And when two cursed beings come into contact with each other, well, maybe one of us will get the answers we seek.[/i][/CENTER]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

You would be forgiven for not noticing that Tem is present. He is just there, and that’s the way that he likes it. Standing at a not particularly imposing 5’8”, the enigmatic man goes out of his way to merely blend into the background and nothing more.

Often to be found wearing a dark hood, Tem will often have his hood drawn up to obscure as much of his features as possible. When his hood is pulled back though, it exposes his single most striking feature. His eyes are twin orbs of gleaming sapphire and they glimmer with an almost insatiable curiosity. A desire to learn more about the world even as the personality behind them seeks to seal himself away from it. 

A paradox if you will, one of many when it comes to the softly spoken man. 

Tam does not speak often, and when he does his words are carefully considered and softly spoken. He will often consider every angle before making any sort of judgement on anything.

The other distinctive feature of Tem Gloomarrow is that when he walks, it is with a pronounced limp in his right leg. An old injury that he has never tried to  have fully treated, the pain often serves him as a profound sense of his own mortality and a constant reminder to always keep his guard up at all times.

[b]Personality:[/b]

Tem Gloomarrow is a grave young man that carries the world on his shoulders. He rarely speaks, and when he does so, it is with the barest minimum words that he can use to convey his meaning. He is a thoughtful young man, who takes the time to think about every situation from every possible angle. He is very hesitant to take action, and will only do so when he has considered the action and its possible consequences as far as he can.

Tem has limited and uncontrolled ability of magic. It does not happen all the time, or indeed a lot of the time, but every so often, usually when he least expects it it manifests itself in a way that he cannot control.

He takes great pains to conceal from others this ability of magic. Painful experience has taught him that not only will people seek to use his abilities for their own end, but worse still, that discovery by the wrong party could lead him to his own death because of the ignorance of his own kin. 

Tem is more than conscious of the fact that he is not just in danger himself but also potentially a danger to everyone else around him if his talent was to ever be discovered. There is nothing that Tem will not do to protect his secret, even potentially kill anyone who was to find out about it. Only a select few trusted souls know of his abilities.

Yet he does not see his talent as a blessing. He sees himself as cursed because of it. There is a deep-rooted bitterness inside of him in regards to his ability. There is no worse fate in all the world than to know that you are forever outcast from your own kind, and that you will never ever know of a place you could call home.

His abilities have cost him everything, and his experiences have shadowed his soul.

However, it is not all secrecy and gloom for Tem. He is very loyal to his friends, and although he can count the number of his true friends on the fingers of one hand and still have fingers left over those friends he does have he will die for. But because of his secret, he will not learn to trust easily, and will not trust anyone unless he has absolutely no reservations of their intentions and believes that they will not betray him. 

In that way, he is perhaps overly cautious and maybe, just maybe, a tiny bit paranoid.

[b]Bio[/b]:

There was a different time, a different life even, back in the early days of Tem’s life when he did not walk with the weight of the future hanging over him like a veiled shroud. There are times that he looks back on those early days and he wishes for a life that he can never have again. He reaches out with grasping fingernails, trying desperately to clutch through the ethereal mists of time for that life.

He fails every time.

Tem Gloomarrow was not always called so, his surname is an affectation of the piercing doom that his abilities often bring both him and others. He was born in a small mining town, and his early years were as normal and happy as anyone could hope for. Although his mother died in childbirth, his father looked after his only son to the best of his abilities. He worked in the mines and earned enough for them to live a comfortable life.

Yet, Tem’s fate was not his to control. Even here, even in those early days, a dark presence watched.  Cruel eyes watched the youngster, and they marked him for a fate that would cruelly tear him from all that he ever knew.  From an early age Tem was cursed, yet he did not know of this, nor did he know the reasons why he, above all others, was chosen.

Everything changed during his teenage years, which was the first time that both the latent magic inside of him manifested itself. It began with a nightmare that Tem had one night of his father dying from a rockfall inside the mines. Haunted by this strange dream, Tam went to the mines the next morning and pulled his father out of there. Seconds later the portion of the mine that his father had been working in collapsed, killing all those inside of it.

Tem’s father was a magic-fearing soul. He believed all magic to be the tools of evil. Far from being grateful of Tem’s intervention, he cast the young man out to fend for himself, believing that evil had taken root inside of him. 

That was the start of the seed being planted inside of Tem for the bitter cynicism and paranoia that would come to define his adult life. He found himself alone and forced to fend for himself at a younger age than anyone should ever have to.

Travelling from place to place with no clear destination or sense of purpose, young Tem quickly found the world to be full of dangerous and nefarious individuals, all who would look to use and manipulate his abilities for their own selfish aims and desires. Worse still were those who would seek to hurt him out of a lack of understanding over who he was and the nature of his abilities.

Tem quickly learned to keep his abilities a secret for fear of reprisals. Fortunately for him, it was around this time that his sorcerous abilities also began to develop. Tem was able to use his magic to keep himself alive through these difficult times. Yet, inasmuch as he feared what discovery of his abilities would do, Tem was also lonely and he yearned the company of others.

Denying himself this, his bitterness deepened. After all, he had not asked for this "gift", and he had not asked to be cursed to this life and wandering and solitude.

Yet, this was his life, and this was the course that had been chosen for him, and so Tem lived the life of the wanderer, learning to survive off the land.  The Tem of today is as directionless as he always has been, with no route out from the miasma that threatens to enshroud his heart and soul.

[b]Strengths:[/b][LIST]
[*]Expert Hunter and Tracker
[*]Limited Magic Use
[*]Resourceful, despite the circumstances Tem has learned to survive in some pretty tough circumstances[/LIST]

[b]Weaknesses:[/b][LIST]
[*]Cold and distant - having been turned out by his kin has changed Tem.  He does not trust and he keeps himself distant from others.
[*]Paranoia - In that it’s not paranoid to think everyone is out to get you when, in fact, everyone [I]is[/I] out to get you
[*]Out of his depth.  Tem is, to be polite, out of his depth.  Despite his outward demeanour suggesting otherwise, he is not ready for the world to be thrust upon him.
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[b]Other:[/b]
Did I ever say how much I like coffee and chocolates ;)?