Sandrue Tomas

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First Name: Sandrue
Last Name: Tomas

Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 35
Height 5ft6
Weight: 150lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Facial Hair Style: None

This small man in his mid-30's is a little overweight but otherwise a healthy broad build and scuttles along at a pace.. His hat is tilted to the right and flops down to cover the scarring on the right side of his face which is possibly from a old burn injury.

His clothes are plain but well made, his purple sash has a triangle pattern etched into it, also has a triangular pouch attached to his belt.

On the palm of his left hand there is a green rune tattoo, on the back of the hand is a different red rune. There is a third blue rune on the back of his right hand.

Sometimes stands a little awkwardly and fidgets, but otherwise an unassuming demeanour.

Personality Profile:
General Health: Good
Deity: Deneir
Initial Alignment: LG
Profession: Scribe, Poet, Writer
Base Class & Proposed Development: Monk / Wiz
Habits/Hobbies: Words are his life. Whistle's a lot at his bat pack as his familiar, Pippa, lives there. Cleans his hands often, fidgets. He is interested in Netherese history.
Languages: Common, Arcane, Dranconic, Thorass, Halruuan, Netherese, Loross.
Weapon of Choice: Staff / Kama

Background:

Sandy had a good childhood growing up in Riatavin, Amn. His parents were respected shopkeepers, his mother a healer and his father a learned man so their shop was a mix of plain and exotic ingredients, bottles, books, parchment, inks and artefacts of historical interest.

His younger sister was a treasure who looked up to her big brother with gilded eyes. His grandfather also a major influence upon him, heralded from Halruua and he would often regail stories of magic and monsters, but also about how Halruaan's were descended from the great and ancient Netherese, even their language was inherited from them.

Then it all changed.

Soon after turning 14 his grandfather died, he was old and tiring so the event was not unexpected. What was unexpected, shocking and catastrophic was six months later his sister, Pianna, also died, and it was by Sandy's own hand.

His grandfather had sensed the magic that Sandy had inherited from him and begun secretly tutoring him in the art, mainly control. Without his grandfather's guidance Sandy had tried to teach himself, to advance beyond the mere cantrips his beloved sister Pianna would wonder and giggle at, all the pretty colours made her smile and he liked to make her smile.

Then one day the colours exploded, all the colours became green as they exploded upwards and outwards with a hateful hissing sound, acid. Some of it caught Sandy in the face as he turned away but Pianna was smaller, closer to the outburst and she shrieked as the hissing covered her whole.

She died in his arms. The image as strong in his mind now as it was then.

Before the now could happen though his parents faced a dilemma. One child lost at the careless hands of the other, but they couldn't let the Cowleds take him. They created a story, an accident in the shop that caused loss of a daughter, the son was sent to the mountains to find help with his grief. The snowflake mountains where the Edificant Library would be his home for the next twenty years.

They taught him well, he first needed discipline to control his mind and his grief, then they showed him how to control his magic. He became part of a new family, with new brothers and sisters and adopted a new father figure called Deneir, Lord of All Glyphs and Images.

He was however a quiet reclusive, if loving, brother in a reclusive place in the mountains and after 20 years of attending the grounds, the library and the books he was told by the Headmaster it was time for him to leave. He had developed talent, for languages, history, writing, but now it was decided he needed experience, to feel the world around him for himself and not third hand through books.

Sandy had time to prepare, he applied some of his runecraft knowledge to his hands as the world could sometimes be a dangerous place and was given the Twin Books of Sending to be used with a trusted friend, to help him adjust.

And so he left, he briefly visited Riatavin and although his mother smiled his birth father was still conflicted, he wouldn't hug Sandy or even shake his hand. Harder still was that their new son, now fourteen years old himself knew little of his elder brother, he was never discussed, a forgotten limb in the Tomas family tree. There was no ill-will, just resurfaced pain and Sandy knew his old family was in the past. His present family of the name Deneir was all he had, words and books were the blood that held them together. He would make them proud, he just needed a little time to adjust to the sounds, smells and uncertainty that were never in his books.

First he would go to the coast, the city of coin, where he'd stay mostly within the confines of a room at an Inn, occasionally leaving to perform the duties of a scribe. Now he sails north, to the city of Baldurs Gate, to finally walk a path beyond a page.

Goals: To experience the world and all its offers to fuel his own writing. To discover great tomes of knowledge from different cultures. To obtain Netherese artefacts of historical interest.
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