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HP 44/44| AC 12 (Touch 12, FF 10); CMD 15|Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +8|Perception +2, Sense Motive +2|Low-light vision, Darkvision 120 ft., AUTOMATICALLY DISBELIEVES ILLUSIONS| Initiative +2| |
About Salim Agrippa
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Experience true magic! Mysticism as you've never seen it before...astounding feats of skill and cunning so fabulous even the most jaded will leave amazed. Experience the truth: Fantasmo the astounding! Fantasmo the mystical! FANTASMO: THE EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME! reads the old faded poster.
Where did it all go so wrong? It was supposed to be such an easy gig. Get up there in front of the mundanes, put a little razzle dazzle on it, and I'm set for life. But of course that was too easy...
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Born Salim Lafayette Agrippa, but better known (for better or worse) as Fantasmo!, Salim was destined for greatness, or so he (and his entire family) thought. Gifted with more than a little magical talent, his family of minor mystics and hedge mages nurtured that ember into a roaring flame, and by the time he was 17, the boy could have been considered a master mage in many circles
But, as teens do, he rebelled against the destiny set before him, to have much power...and little to use it for. He wanted glory! Power! Women! Not necessarily in that order.
And so a scheme was hatched: perform a stage show the likes of which the world had never seen. True magic made to seem false; the power to shape reality used for entertainment.
The plan? Good, in a way. It could certainly have worked.
But for one hitch. Salim's power came with a hitch, a lingering curse in the blood. Many in the family had turned it into a blessing. It made them hard to kill, and granted strange powers to even the most magically talentless...but at a price. The more and more magic you used, the deeper the curse would take root. The sleeping curse. And if you weren't careful...you might never awaken.
But Salim had a handle on it, he thought. He hadn't fallen asleep in years, not while practicing.
He hadn't counted on the raw amount of magic he'd need to use in the average performance. Making the fantastical seem mundane, but also unexplainable was surprisingly difficult, and eventually the young Fantasmo! lost his grip on control.
Truthfully, disaster though the show was, the boy was lucky. He was a laughingstock (what kind of magician falls asleep in the middle of his trick, revealing themselves a fraud in the process?), but he survived, barely.
The boy, now a man, never recovered hsi reputation. His family wanted nothing to do with him (spurning him for turning his back on their hopes) and the "magical" community thought him a hack fraud; and a narcoleptic one at that. Now reduced to running a shop for "occult" goods and performing at children's birthday parties, the Great Fantasmo began to wonder if there was a better use his talents could be put to...
