Faustus Hancock's page

Faustus was born and raised in Caledonia, son of an old Ley Line Walker named Scipio Hancock, who had come to settle down in a place where his talents would be appreciated. Faustus was immersed in the magical from his birth, learning to read and write at a young age despite the difficulties therein to further his magical education. Faustus' father always treated him more as an apprentice than a son, and his mother did little to convince his father to do otherwise, always deferring to him.

As such, Faustus has had little chance to practice socializing. But by the time he was a teenager, he had decided he didn't need to bother doing much talking to people. His father had drilled into him this: Magical knowledge and power is its own reward, to be sought above all else. While Faustus is a simple man, quiet, unassuming, and unambitious in most respects, the pursuit of magic is a need, a deep obsession that colors most of his actions. However, Faustus was never up to his father's level. How could he be? Scipio had been studying magic since his own childhood decades ago. Even on his deathbed, the old man insisted Faustus was not ready for 'the next level of his training,' whatever that happened to be.

After his father passed, Faustus took care of his mother for a few years, finding work as a sort of magical handy-man. If people needed to communicate over ley-lines, magic detected or dispelled, etc. than Faustus was the man to know. However, this work was tedious and provided nothing in the way of training or increasing his magical power. Books were rare in Caledonia too, so even the money he earned could not be put to much use. When Faustus' mother passed suddenly too, he was left not knowing where to go in life anymore. However, during his time working in Caledonia, he had come to know a Fennodi (or Quiet Walker, as they're more often known in the region) woman better than any one else in the town. She was a simple ranch hand, but called for his help on occasion, and the two hit it off. She was quiet too, but had a knack for getting the normally reticent Faustus speaking. In particular they often had chats about her own natural psionic power compared to his tapping of the ley-lines. One night, as they were drinking and talking in the corner of a saloon, Faustus had come to the realization that there was nothing stopping him from achieving his own goals but his staying in town. He was going to pack his things, sell what he couldn't pack, and ride the Ley Line to New Salt Lake. It was on a line, and had refugees coming from the great Tolkeen.

So that's exactly what Faustus did, gathering what funds he could and making for New Salt Lake, eager to break free of what had been holding him back and pursue magic to the fullest extent.