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Name: Adoroar Tarmikos
Gender: Male
Race: (include animal) Human
Attributes: (if required)
Age: Seventeen
Faction: (Wizard, Warrior, Rogue) Wizard
Occupation: Apprentice to Clarion S. Ward
Weapons: (Start off basic) Magic (If somewhat weaker magic considering he is still an apprentice.) A small iron dagger at his hip.
Armor: (Start off basic) A light cotton undershirt. Enchanted dark blue robes which can trick the naked eye into making it seem like Adoroar is simple not there, or atleast harder to distinguish among a group of faces.
History: Born in a rural farming village near the entrance Skyveil. Adoroar lived a simple, yet happy life. His family made a living as many did in this village, by sowing and reaping what they planted into their family's small plot of land behind their home. Now this was not much, but it was enough to live by. Adoroar was content with his life, well as content as a seven year old boy can be.
One day Adoroar awoke in his bedroll to the sounds of sizzling wood and the sight of smoke creeping into the room. He sat there crying and yelling for his mother and father, until he heard a sound mixed in with the crackling of the wood. It took Adoroar a few moments to identify the sound but when he did, it became glaringly obvious that this sound could be only one thing, the sound of his dear mother screeching in pain as fire ran across her body tearing and burning at her flesh. Even though Adoroar was a boy of but seven he impulsively ripped the covers from him self and ran haphazardly through the smoke towards his mothers wails. As he neared the origin of the screams he saw the scorched and charred body of his father laying face-flat with flames still dancing across the skin of his body. Adoroar still pushed on with tears raining freely form his eyes only to be extinguished by the heat of the flames. Then, finally he met the source of these atrocious cries.
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Around this time a young wizard, not that you would know it, rode through the village on business for the Arcandom. As he passed through this village he saw a large group of villagers rushing towards a farmhouse that had been lit ablaze. Now normally this wizard would have just kept going minding to himself. But he noticed, no felt something. So out of curiosity he rode his steed toward the burning house.
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As Adoroar saw his mother, or what was left of her, on the floor little more then gasping now, he reached toward her only to be burnt by the flames. He fell to his knees beside his mother's corpse and began to howl in sorrow. Adoroar sat there waiting for the inevitable. But then he felt something brush against his leg, he took his hands away from his tear ridden face and looked down. His mother lay on the ground, screaming stopped, and locked eyes with Adoroar. She uttered one single word... "Live".
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Just as this young wizard was about to turn away from the flames something magnificent happened. A shock wave of air was emitted from the home, the flames were swept out and all that remain was a few pillars of charred wood and some burnt straw. Yet in the middle of all this carnage sat a small boy with his hands balled up in his face.
This young wizard was no other then Clarion S. Ward.