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Presenting Nedwin Frum for consideration. As a Spell Sage he has fewer spells than most Wizards, but he has a lot of scrolls and can spontaneously cast spells from the Bard, Cleric, or Druid list - well, spell currently - which can come in very handy for that spell you suddenly need to cure a condition or get you out of a tight spot. Generally he would be acting in a support role, going invisible and buffing or using area control effect to help the party. Appearance:
A slender man with his brown hair tied back in a ponytail and the beginnings of a receding hairline; Nedwin has always been slightly horse faced with a long jutting chin.
He has bright intelligent green blue eyes, thick wild eyebrows, and a nose once broken falling through a rotten floor in The Plague House. His clothing tends to crisp and immaculate, reflecting his military service, and maintained with frequent prestidigitation spells. He wears two crossed bandoliers stuffed with scrolls and an engraved ivory headband that is woven into his hair. Background:
Nedwin is the Nephew of Patrol Sgt Omast Frum. As a youth he was good friends with the Grath brothers, but grew apart from them as they took the Guard training in earnest. He was always too bright for his own good, often frustrated and acting out. His parents tried placing him in several apprenticeships, but none worked out, mostly due to a lack of interest.
At fourteen embarrassed after nearly burning down Clamour, the Smithy, and being kicked out of his latest apprenticeship when most others his age were established in their careers he left his Hopeknife behind and fled to seek his fortune in Lastwall. Seeking to enlist in Vigil, he was instead picked out as having potential magical aptitude and has spent the last ten years training and serving as a battle mage. Magic is challenging enough to be stimulating and he has embraced it with a passion, as well as the Iomedian faith. While much of his time has been spent crafting scrolls, he has participated in several skirmishes against the undead, and a couple of large scale clashes with the orcs. Generally he has served in a supporting roll, working besides Commanders to change the flow of the battlefield and provide magical mounts and minor boosts, as well as emergency healing at a pinch. His peculiar ability to call upon divine spells at will - albeit at high cost - has proven extremely useful against the undead who still roam from the Gallowspire. Throughout the years he has returned to Trunau upon a few occasions; But has always been too ashamed to take up his Hopeknife again, feeling he has broken The Vow and does not deserve it. His mandatory service, after training, long since over upon hearing of Trunau's difficulties he summoned a mount and rushed home to see what he could do to help. Kurst and Omast have directed him to the adventurers instrumental in saving Trunau and now he seeks them out to offer his aide and thanks. Personality: Nedwin is an all or nothing kind of fellow, he tends to be either fiercely focused or disinterested. He cares about people deeply, when he thinks of them, but can often need his attention drawn to them as he will be more consumed with magic.
Socially he likes to hang back only moving to the fore when he can impart some of the knowledge or magic he has accrued. He thinks of women as a pleasant, but troublesome distraction, enjoying their company, but begrudging the dent in his study time. Nedwin has always been a little reckless, and he is willing to take risks in battle, so long as he feels the rewards are commensurate. |