Name:
Gambitan (Gambi, Gamby, Gumby, Gam...)
Race: Elf, duh
Class: Sorcerer.
Citizenship: Devardec!
Level: 300
Guild Level: 255 & 13.39 <flex>
Born: Day 22 of Awakenings, 190
Temple: Cassandra's Temple of Chivalry
Household: Household of the Seven Orbs
Personal History:
Well there really isn't too much to say. Everyone insists on me being older than dirt so I might as well pretend that I am and say my history is foggy these days. I didn't have such a pleasant childhood, as my home and family were ruined by warring clans of Orcs and Dwarves while I had been visiting Devardec. Many would be surprised to know that in my early years, I had been completely intent on becoming a swordsman, until an unlikely accident enlightened me as to the gift of magic I possessed. After that, I found myself a member of the wizards guild. And not soon after, I was blessed with a companion for life in my dragon, Charr. I don't remember much of the inbetween, except for a few spats of romance, a brush or two with death, and managing to hit the pinnacle of mortal experience. Most of the rest is just blurred and grayed out. I have spent my latter days doing what "supposedly" old people are supposed to do. Sit around, talk about the good old days, argue over how i'm not old, and keep the youngins in line. You can usually find me right where I belong. Sitting in devardec central doing nothing.
Favorite Saying: "and with a mighty Ribbit, he smote the goblin with a bolt of lightning"
Favorite Spell: Cadaver Converse
Favorite Drink: Draught of the Gods <drool>
Favorite Food: Food.
Pet Hate: People invading my sitting space and talking incessantly.
Hobbies: Sitting around. Selling magic. Being abused by a certain wizard who shall remain nameless-Mithrander.
Race: Elf, duh
Class: Sorcerer.
Citizenship: Devardec!
Level: 300
Guild Level: 255 & 13.39 <flex>
Born: Day 22 of Awakenings, 190
Temple: Cassandra's Temple of Chivalry
Household: Household of the Seven Orbs
Personal History:
Well there really isn't too much to say. Everyone insists on me being older than dirt so I might as well pretend that I am and say my history is foggy these days. I didn't have such a pleasant childhood, as my home and family were ruined by warring clans of Orcs and Dwarves while I had been visiting Devardec. Many would be surprised to know that in my early years, I had been completely intent on becoming a swordsman, until an unlikely accident enlightened me as to the gift of magic I possessed. After that, I found myself a member of the wizards guild. And not soon after, I was blessed with a companion for life in my dragon, Charr. I don't remember much of the inbetween, except for a few spats of romance, a brush or two with death, and managing to hit the pinnacle of mortal experience. Most of the rest is just blurred and grayed out. I have spent my latter days doing what "supposedly" old people are supposed to do. Sit around, talk about the good old days, argue over how i'm not old, and keep the youngins in line. You can usually find me right where I belong. Sitting in devardec central doing nothing.
Favorite Saying: "and with a mighty Ribbit, he smote the goblin with a bolt of lightning"
Favorite Spell: Cadaver Converse
Favorite Drink: Draught of the Gods <drool>
Favorite Food: Food.
Pet Hate: People invading my sitting space and talking incessantly.
Hobbies: Sitting around. Selling magic. Being abused by a certain wizard who shall remain nameless-Mithrander.