Nickold Starweather

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1 post. Organized Play character for Archmage of Entropy.


Full Name

Feliack

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Wizard/5 (specialized in necromancy)

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

21

Alignment

Neutral

Languages

Common, Dark Folk, Elven, Goblin, Tengu, Osarian, Kellish

Occupation

Craft (Alchemy)

Strength 8
Dexterity 14
Constitution 12
Intelligence 18
Wisdom 8
Charisma 15

About Feliack

Description:
Feliack is chaming and easily likeable. No, he doesn't have dashing looks or wear stylish clothing. In fact, he dresses like a peasant, albiet a reasonably clean one. It is his cheerful air, ready smile, and helpful attitude that grow on you. Deep down, he really is a nice guy. However, he harbors a dark obsession with death and the power over it. While he might be shocked and saddened to see one man kill another in a bar fight, he would think nothing of raising the corpse as an undead monster, enslaved to his will. He realizes that common folk tend to dislike necromancers, so he does his best to hide his attitudes when not around adventurers (who tend to be more interested in gold and glory than the morals of their neighbor).

He is generally pleasant and likes to make corney jokes. If there are children around, it is difficult to keep his attention as he will
inievitabily find his way into the middle of their play. He is always ready to lend a hand at the drop of a hat, just don't try to pin him down with future commitments. Normally, his gaze is gentle and warm. But you can sometimes catch him staring at someone when he thinks noone else is watching. At those times, his gaze is darkly intense, as if he were considering what they'd look like after a few days in the
ground.

Biography:
Feliack grew up like any other peasant who found his way into a wizard school. He didn't work or play any harder than the other
students. His skills were merely average. His parents had raised him with good morals, teaching him to do the right thing, even if it was
hard. He doesn't know why he is so obsessed with the dead; he just is. At first, he fought against it; enslaving a person's body and soul was an abomination. But he was facinated. He was compelled. After nearly a year of resistance, he finaly gave in and embraced his fantasies