User:Emry/Martrin Frostfire

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1) How long have you been gaming?

      18+ years

On Rpol?

     Just Started

2) Are you comfortable with Dnd 3.5?

     Yes

3) Are you currently in any games of this genre (3.5) that I could see? (Writing samples, and the like)

     Not currently.  I am working on getting into some games.  If you are needing writing samples, I can direct you to a few places:
     General:  http://nexus.nexuscrossing.org/writing/
     In Genre: http://wiki.nexuscrossing.org/index.php/The_World_of_Acrose

I have experience as a GM and as a player. I am not a rules lawyer. If the GM wants to be, then I can keep up with the rules, but I can be as flexible with the rules as the GM wants as well.

4) What sort of character are you hoping to play?

     Martrin Frostfire
     CN
     Elven Rogue/Sorcerer

Background for them?

[edit] Background

Martrin is a denizen on the city of Terelequist. While he has never been one for law and order, he still has some spark of a patriotic spirit.

When he was a young boy Martrin lost his family in a fire and was left mostly to fend for himself. He spent the first several years after their death fending for himself in the slums, he was not the most outspoken child, so he was often pushed around and abused. This pattern continued for many years until one day he saw a friend being brutalized by one of the older and stronger members of the gang that he had taken up with. Something inside of him snapped and he released the brunt of his pent up anger and emotion on the attacker. It was months before he fully remembered what had happened that day.

Others told him that it was as if he had exploded, both figuratively and literally. He had taken a hold of the thug, and they both ignited. When his mind cleared and he was able to focus on the events of that day, it occurred to him that he was elven and such things were not unheard of. He had heard stories of great elven wizards, but those tales were always a little different, a little cleaner for one. Besides, he didn't have the stability or mental discipline to be a wizard. Wizards were stuffy old men that always smelled of strange chemicals.

Sorcerers did crop up from time to time among the Elves though. Even though their advanced society tended towards the more organized studies of magic, their innate magical tendencies could not always be buried beneath a mundane life style. It was something that was a part of him now. It was something he would have to learn to live with. He didn't see it that way.

He did his best to ignore the situation, but it only got worse. He would be able to control himself for a few months or even a few years at a time, but eventually the stress would build up and he would have what he thought of as an “episode,” which usually ended up with someone dead or severely injured. He didn't even want to think about the issue of property damage.

Eventually he heard that there was an old sage in the slums on the other side of town that could help people with his kind of problem. He went and visited the old man by the name or Eldrin. Eldrin's words still ring in his ears today:

“You are a sorcerer boy. Deal with it. You have to embrace it, suppress it, or let it destroy you and who knows how many others around you.”

“You mean, I can make it stop?” he had said with his eyes brightening. The old man just sighed, and dug around for an old bracelet he had in amongst his belongings.

“Here, put this on,” he said handing it to him. “It will suppress your abilities. It's not permanent though, so you have to keep it on.”

The boy took what he was given and gladly ran with it, literally and figuratively.

That seemed to do the trick. The bracelet worked, or so he thought. For years he was able to keep from using his talents, except for when he felt things were so bad that he had to take it off in order to get out of a situation.

This worked until that fateful day when Sarah, a human girl from the slums that he had become engaged to, was killed. Then the bracelet could not hold back his anger or his wrath. There were few survivors. Almost an entire city block burned in the center of the slums, and no one ever found out officially how or why. It is not like the city guard actually cared once the flames were out.

Months passed before he was willing to even think about life again. When he did come out of his slump, he took the bracelet to a merchant in town that dealt in magical supplies. There he found that the bracelet was simply a piece of costume jewelry with a useless enchantment cast upon it to make it look magical to the casual observer. He tossed the bracelet on the old man's counter and left without a word.

From that point he spent several years visiting various libraries in the city delving into books on wizardry and the occult. Eventually he decided that wizardry just gave him a headache, and while the information he had been absorbing was passingly interesting, it was useless to him. That was when he came across Jacob, a human sorcerer who had come into the city looking for work.

Fortunately for Martrin, work was slim and now the guy was stuck in the slums much like everyone else, for a short while at least. The two had made friends quickly, and somehow managed to get work together escorting a trade caravan heading south. Martrin learned much as he traveled along side Jacob. The man had lived a life very similar to his, only in fast forward. He had come to terms fairly quickly with his abilities, and had taken some time to learn about them. Jacob and Martrin traveled together on various jobs for about ten years before Jacob was killed in an ambush.

Martrin was starting to see this as the story of his life. All of his friends eventually died. He had however over the years began to love the world around him. He enjoyed traveling to all the new places, and seeing hard to find places that most people never dreamed of.

When word came of the problems in his home city however, Martrin made his way home. It was time that he would go back to the place that had birthed him. He would protect what he had come to love.

[edit] Goals

Goals, desires, hopes and dreams?

  Defend his homeland.
  Make a name for himself and improve his lot in life.
  Find those in the slums that he thinks are willing to move forward with their lives, and give them a helping hand.

5) Posting rate that you can maintain?

      I can keep up with at least a couple posts a week.  Possibly more.  There will be some days when I am capable of posting twelve times, and others when I may not be able to post at all, so it is safest to commit to a handful a week.

Length of time you hope to be in the game?

      I am hoping for a long term game.

Desired GM posting rate?

      However often is needed to keep the story moving at a rate that is enjoyable for the GM and the players.  I am flexible.  :)