[ UP & COMING. ]
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AND SO IT GOES...
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An orphan, abandoned to live in the jungle. You were left there by your parents; drunks who could not afford to raise you, or maybe they were abusive, and ditched you- point is, you don't remember, so it's obviously not all that important to you.
You're completely human. Boringly average, you could say- lacking the grand feats of other race's natural affinities or the superhuman capabilities of a sorcerer. Humans especially aren't privy to such an interesting life. Adaptable, sureβ but what isn't adaptable? You're so average it hurts.
You crave purpose. Something to cultivate ambition, or just a simple path forward. All creatures possess potential to ignite a spark. Despite no magic in your veins, you want to light that spark; become a sorcerer. Whatever it takes. You'll just have to be the...
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