Raze, Brander

[Raze]

First Name: Raze
Last Name: Brander

Appearance
Description: Raze is a young looking genasi with decent muscle definition and a "pretty face" (as pretty as an ashen skinned, head-on-fire creature could be at such an age) that is complimented with his piercing, glowing orange eyes. For the most part he always wears light clothes with some pieces of mail on his shield arm (right); a steel shoulder pad, gauntlets, etc. He moves with purpose, rarely making mistakes in his steps, and if he walks by you one can catch the smell of smoke radiating off his skin.
Race: Fire Genasi
Age: 18
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 170
Eyes: Orange
Hair: Wildly flowing flame, curving upwards
Facial Hair Style: None

Personality Profile
General Health: Prime condition
Deity: None
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Profession: Wanderer
Base Class & Proposed Development: Sorcerer/Sword Mage
Habits/Hobbies: Writing in his tome. Has a habit of being blunt and uncouth.
Languages: Common, Ignan
Weapon of Choice: Longsword

Background:
"The first memory I ever had... The smell of smoke and charred corpses; buildings crumbling down as the fires consumed them... I do not remember screams, save for one, and that was a scream of laughter - my own.

Then came endless running. Tree branches smacked against my face as I fled through the nearby woods; sounds of angry men spouting foul heresies towards me. I did not care what they said of me (my smile was proof of that) for all that was important: escape.

All I recall is wandering onward for a long time. No memory of who I was or why I burned that village to the ground. The only thing I knew was fire; proof of my strength and being. I let it consume the flesh of many wild animals in my strife for survival. Each charred corpse filling me with the feeling of growing power.

I was a wild spark; razing anything I desired with no remorse or thought of consequence. I lived the way I wanted to, for what was at least a few years. I did not stay long in one place, since forest fires attracted unwanted attention. I was unknown, until one day...

I was somewhere in the middle of a forest, tempering my fire on the flesh of some wolves I had chanced upon... A couple of them fled and I gave chase; because of my concentration of the hunt I did not take notice that I was being followed.

One would think it to be a ranger, or druid, deep in the woods... but to my surprise, I was confronted by a frail old man who immediately mandated for me to stop spreading my fire. Back then, I was a bit more... hot-headed than now, and I immediately attacked him. This old being did not flinch as I rushed at him like a savage creature; my body emitting flames that burn those that got close.

It was bewildering what happened next. It was quick, like lightning, but the old man had knocked me to my feet. My flames seemed to have been stopped by a glowing circle that surrounded the old man's body. I was too stunned to make another move, as he gave me a sly grin... A grin showing that he was better than me.

This old man found me; tracking the trail of embers I had left behind, and had offered me temperament. He warned that with the way I was, I would be hunted down and slain, and to him that... would be a waste.

I spent a few years traveling with this crow. He turned out to be an old wizard; spending his later years as a hermit, due to being unsatisfied with the views of the world. This wizard taught me to speak, to read and write, and taught me about the world and what I was. I was a bastard child, born to the union of a woman and fire spirit; a genasi.

He taught me about Gods; things I do not concern myself with, for the only thing I need to rely on is myself. I learned how to handle a sword and shield, for I was to "protect" the old man in return for his teachings. Despite all my outrages and my temper, he was a patient old sod.

The old wizard knew that I had an affinity for fire, but I ended up surprising him by showing him a spell I had learned to do by watching him perform it multiple times. This revelation caused the old man to temper my magic, along with my rage, and showed me ways to shape each.

Eventually (and recently), we came upon civilization. It was a small port town of a name I can not remember. The wizard had said we were there to get supplies... But, that was not the true reason we were here. It turns out that there was a reason he was training me, and it was not out of the goodness of his heart.

He sold me, the old sod had sold me to a slaver who used those such as myself as "entertainment" for corrupt nobles in power. I did not know what was happening, until it was too late. The old man had cast a spell on me that made me blindly follow him without recollection or recognition of my surroundings until I was bound in a cart filled with other genasi children.

This angered me greatly; betrayal!

And then once again... foggy memories. The cart was in flames, armed men begging for the pain to stop; genasi children trapped in a spell, unable to realize they were dying.

All was consumed in my flames.

Curious, though, that I was not under the same spell as the others. However, it does not matter to me. All I care about is vengeance. I will find this old man, and I will break down his barriers and char his frail corpse with my wrath; all the while laughing. For this purpose, I shall take upon the name Raze, Brander. I will raze anything that opposes me, and brand them with my fury.

This ends my first entry to my journal; after weeks of travel I am almost upon a city named "Baldur's Gate"."

Goals:
- To grow in strength. To obtain magic and martial prowess.
- To find the old wizard and slay him.
- More to come as I role play the character.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
- Raze wasn't the only child born to his family; he has a brother who was away during the event where Raze burned down his town. A brother which will eventually come and hunt Raze down for the things he has wrought.
- Is prone to blacking out when he is extremely angry. This causes him to attack and use fire on anything near him.

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