Character History

[Silonch]

Do you have a character history for any or all of your characters?

Character history: A background story developed that explains where your character came from, and perhaps some of personality traits or significant events that impacted development. It might also explain some commonly asked questions (i.e., why are you a killer/pacifist/thief/aligned).

If you have them, and would care to share, I'd love to see them, either here or by email TFC_Silonch@Hotmail.com

[Rincewind]

I had done one of these interveiws with miyu that detailed my life story right up to mystaya being retired. It doesn't cover my questing to become a Nashite or my rebirth, but it talkes alot about some of the FLI's I have followed who left and forced me to find a new home. (majere, katrana, Athorne, and Mystaya)
Miyu, could you post that plz? I no longer have a copy.

Rincewind, Demonic Rogue of the Nashite Magi.

[Silonch]

Ok here's mine (pretty old, and needs to be re-written!!!) as an example. It's written as a letter (what *is* it with me and letters?) from Sil's mother to her, delivered on her 16th birthday. It's a little long...

My Precious Silonch,

I know as I write this, my daughter, that some of which you find here will hurt and surprise you. I wish I could be there to guide you and help you through what I know will be difficult times. It is my hope that some of what you learn from this missive will help you make your way through dark and treacherous times. Know one thing, my sweetest child, everything I did, I did for you. Please, trust in my words, and let this new knowledge guide you into a new day.

When I was not much older than thee, I spent a great deal of time at the spring in Loth Lorien. It was my favorite place to sit and dream. On one such day, I ran to the spring to find it already occupied. I quickly hid behind a bush and peered through the branches to see who dare invade my sanctuary. A Southern Elf, dressed in royal blue, was lying next to the spring. He wasn't moving, and I feared him dead. I ran for help and my mother and I returned to the spring.

My mother had him brought to our home and she worked day and night to save his life. It was not an easy thing, and four days and nights passed before he before life again colored his cheeks. I was sitting beside his bed the next morning when he finally opened his eyes. For the next three months he stayed with my family, mending his wounds and regaining his strength. I'll not tell you his name daughter, now or ever. You will see why as I continue my story.

I helped him on his daily walks and we spent a great deal of time together. He told me tales of adventure, battles against great evil, and of beauty and riches beyond my wildest dreams. His blue aura assured that I was safe in his company, so my parents would allow me out with him unchaperoned.

Aura alone does not a man make my daughter, never forget that. I was a young and curious girl, and he, a strong and experienced man. I fell in love. He soon was aware of my interest, and of my intent to make him mine. Before long, as most men be, he gave in, and took the sweet innocence that I (unknowingly) entrusted to him.

It was a wonderful few weeks. We would steal whatever time we could and meet to be in each others arms. It was during one of these times my child, that you were conceived. You are my love, my greatest joy, the only thing I do not regret.

It was after one such stolen sultry night, that a messenger arrived at our door. He was wearing my love's rich blue colors, and said he sought a man of royal lineage. The messenger's eyes fell upon the man behind me, and his face lit up with joy. The words he spoke still echo in my heart.
"I bring great news, sir! The search is finally over! Your lady wife is with child. The child is expected with the dawn of the new moon. Your lady asks you to journey to her side. All welcome the newest heir to the throne!"

My world ended. Your father left without a backward glance. The messenger left my family gold to repay us for the care of your father.

I was given no explanation or apology. And, perhaps that is to be expected, I was naught but a common girl. It would be above my station to hope that I might find a place in his life. I did at least, I thought, deserve to know that he had a wife. But such a word did never cross his lips.

From that day on, I hated the blue aura. I vowed when I learned I was carrying you, that he would never learn of you. I left my parents home and traveled to place west of Og, and there spent the remainder of my waiting time.

As I prepared for your birth, I was alone, and frightened. I feared not only the upcoming birth, but also that I would be virtually unprotected and unable to defend myself. I took the remainder of my gold and ventured silently in to Og, seeking a midwife.

It was there I found Calyx, your guardian. She hid me in her home and aided me with your birth. In exchange, I gave her all that remained of my gold, and my solemn vow that you would be raised in the teachings and faith of Lord Nash. I left you there, my dear, in her care. She will raise you as her own and teach you what you need to know to some day wear the aura you are destined for.

I gave her my word that on day of your 16th ascension, she would take you to The Arch-Lich of the Black Conclave. You will join the faith. From that day forth, you will walk in safety - wearing the mask of evil. Your father, should he ever learn of your birth, will never find you there.

As I prepare to leave you my dear, I say only two more things. First, forgive me. I could not take you with me on my return to the family. This loss will grieve me every day of my life. But should it be known that I bore a child of the man, my family would send word to your father. That I could not bear. He'll never know of you, as long as there be breath in my body.

Secondly, a word of advice my child. If I could foreswear anything else, it would be this:

I wish you not an evil man, and in these times, there is only the Conclave to hold up the teachings of Lord Nash. Though I trust you will hold your faith dear to you, know this before you give your heart.

Love only a man who wears NO aura. It is in such you will find a man who is his own master. He'll not hide behind faith or following. He will speak only his own mind, not the falsity of heritage or 'belief.' It is in such strength you will find true happiness. His actions will speak of his heart, not the bidding of his god, or his family. I wish this for you my child.

My pen does shake and my tears threaten to blur my last words to you. In a moment I leave a final kiss on your brow. My love goes with you, now and always my daughter. Fare thee well.

[Ylang]

Very much OOC: I did have character histories for several of my characters. I'm not that good at role-playing, though I enjoy it on occasion, and a decent backstory -- even simple devices -- does help a lot to guide your actions and character. I recommend it for everyone. For those who roleplay it is essential, and for those who don't, it takes an hour and is most helpful.

I returned to TFC recently, not really intending to get as involved as I did, and never bothered to write a history for Ylang. There is one, somewhere in the back of my mind (and Ylang's memory), and one day it will be remembered, written and shared. Probably sooner rather than later. Soon it will become necessary...

[wish]

Of my two primary characters, one has a long, sordid history. The other is simply insane, so any history he might tell you is not to be believed.

I'll let you decide which fits which...

Wish, Foul Sepiod of the Black Conclave

[DarkClaw]

Here's a copy of DarkClaw's history up until the time she joined Fate.
I really should update it soon. Heh.