Finally completed it.

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	•	[b]Name:[/b] Ehrik Thorn
	•	[b]Age:[/b] 38 (Older than he looks)
	•	[b]Gender:[/b] Male
	•	[b]Race:[/b] Half elf (High)
	•	[b]Rank:[/b] Copper
	•	[b]Appearance:[/b] See picture
	•	[b]Personality:[/b] Ehrik often comes off as an easygoing yet excitable individual. Constantly smiling and wearing a carefree, playful demeanour. 
He is fiercely loyal and believes in lofty ideals of truth and justice, quite often leaving himself open and too trusting. 
He has a curious mind, a kind heart, and dreams of grandeur and fame.

He can be competitive, annoying when he is bored, yet also deadly serious when the time calls for it. Locked behind the soft facade is a man of solid boundaries who has enough familiarity and experience with his own pain, sorrows and evils to treat every smile earned and given as its own defiant victory.

	•	[b]Brief Backstory:[/b]
Born amongst humans he lived with his elven mother, the court mage, of a noble household. They were surrounded by riches and wealth yet were forbidden to partake in the vast abundance. 
They were just the hired help after all, treated poorly like most other servants. But it was all Ehrik had ever known, and as his mother always told him, [i]'things could always be worse.'[/i]

Ehrik was too young to know what his mother was running from or why she chose to stay here. Too naive to see the resentment and spite his mother held against the lord. Too innocent to understand the leverage that bound them. 

As a young halfelf he followed in his mother's footsteps, this was encouraged by the house's lord. He trained extensively in the art of magic, even though his heart lay elsewhere. Lost as it was to the stories he read in between his long days of study, stories of epic adventures and mighty heroes. How he dreamed of a life beyond the estate.
 
Life went on like this for a while, but time does more than just age, it changes people, humans faster than elves, and not always for the better. As Ehrik became older and his magic grew, so too did his duties and involvement with the house. He was not treated any better for it but instead given a harsh insight into those who he served. 

The house was corrupted to its core by greed, and something far worse.

One day, without reason or warning, his mother vanished. He was offered little condolences or explanation, no support or compassion, just forced to fill her role and punished for her absence.
Again, life went on. This estate his whole world, his only escape was the stories he read. He occasionally had opportunity to talk to visitors but that was few and far between, they were not always kind either. 

One day he suddenly found himself amidst the carnage and chaos of the mansion aflame. Not sure how or why he got there or what was going on, he took the opportunity and fled. 

That night is years behind him now. He got lucky and found a temporary home. Since then he has spent his time travelling and doing the odd job here and there. The screams from that night still haunt his dreams, the cries and unholy guttural growls.

	•	[b]Equipment:[/b]
A suite of fine Armor. 
A special sword stolen the night he fled.
A magic book on magic
	•	[b]Skills:[/b]
[u]Adept Mage/Demonologist[/u]
He has a strong grasp on basic magic but specialises in the darker more risky arts. 
Capable of enchanting items, enhancing himself, placing curses and summoning demons.  
[u]Elven reflexes[/u] 
Not overly physically strong he relies more or his natural speed and reflexes.
[u]Basic Swordsmanship[/u]
Since his escape, whenever he can, he studies and practices the art of the blade. He still has a long way to go but he has found was to compensate his lack of experience with magic.

	•	[b]Imp friend:[/b]
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Ehrik was not alone during the in-between years. He found the most unusual guide and companion to help him navigate the strange greater world. 
It took them both a long while, many negotiations, arguments, deals and deceptions, spanning across their own private adventures, to finally land on the mutually beneficial arrangement they now share. One might even call it a friendship, if one of them wasn't a small demon.

Iktaski is a small shape changing imp that can disguise itself as nearly any critter around the size of a large rat. Despite not offering much in the way of magic, it has occasionally proven knowledgeable and to be a good scout. 
It has unique senses and on occasion has gone briefly invisible, but refuses to disclose any information about that ability to Ehrik.
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