| Full Name |
Alvarius Blackthorn |
| Race |
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| Classes/Levels |
♥️ 67/70 | ☘️ 0/3 | ☀️ 1/1 | ✋ Dagger | ⚕ Mystic Armor, Wounded 2 | Spells (Wizard: +12, DC 22, Sorcerer: +10, DC 20): Cantrips (8), 1st (4/5), 2nd (4/5), 3rd (4/4), 4th (3/3) |
| Gender |
N Male Skeleton Wizard 7 | Default Exploration: Detect Magic | Character Sheet |
About Alvarius Blackthorn
I wasn’t always dead. That said, I don't remember much of what it was like being alive. All I have are fragments. A tower in a swamp, a classroom at some arcane school, and a baby girl with one green eye and one violet eye. None of it makes sense. None of it matters.
My unlife began the better part of two decades ago. I broke free of the dark wizard Zaros Titchwillow’s necromantic bonds. No idea how. He’s probably the one that killed me, not that I can do anything it. I got away with the bones to my body and marched into my future.
Being called a ‘lich’ hurts. More than ‘bone box’, ‘rattle cage’, or ‘anatomy dummy’. Because I didn’t choose this. At least, I don’t think so. It was the second time I got chased out of a village that I got wise: People don’t need to know you to hate you. Which is a shame because beneath these wizard’s robes is the skeletal frame of a nice guy. You just need to get to know me. Outside of the odd spell or two I hardly ever perform any necromancy!
Life isn’t fair, they say. Well, I can tell you that death is a fair shade worse in that regard. Being dead is pretty lonely. So when the aiudara I had been studying flared to life, showing me a group of smiling strangers who called me by name, I just had to take a chance.
Fat lot of good that did me. Forgive the pun but… I’m still boned.
Link to Character Sheet on Demiplane
