Eddie

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Player: Piken.

Character Full Name: Edward Lexton

Character In-Game Name: Eddie

Nickname(s): Ed, Eddie, anything else anyone can come up with

Association(s): Circle of Discord.. But you don't know that!

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Age: 63

Sex: Male

Hair: Dirty grey shoulder-length

Eyes: Blue

Weight: Lighter than the average weight for a Human

Height: 5'8

Appearance

A shoddy, somewhat torn robe and run down clothing he manages to get.

Other: He looks quite aged, even a bit moreso than he already should be, annnd that's about it.

Personality

As a young one, he was determined, ambitious, definitely much more serious than he is now. In his later years, he took on a much lighter personality, most of the time keeping an innocent smile on his lips. He sometimes reads too much into things and may speak what he thinks of a person's decisions, reasons, or logic on things, though he makes sure to try and keep a neutral stance on things. At times, he will openly judge a person's psychological state, telling them to their face what he may feel what is wrong with them.

History

This old man has seen much in his life. Taking part in most wars that've happened in the past half-century, living through them or just hearing about them from a safe haven. The man, when he was younger was a very intelligent man, a scholar, and did much studying in the arts of magic. Of course, he originally sought to further his knowledge of this mystical force to simply know it and be able to use it, he soon realized its destructive power and saw how it could be used. Though, this man didn't wish for world domination or any type of silly authority, but the fact that knowing that he could be so powerful fueled his knowledge seeking for years to come.

He continued to study and study over the years, managing to survive war after bloody war with the Orcs and demons. Taking a liking to the element of fire, he went heavily into the study of the wild blaze, eventually getting to the point where he'd only light candles, or anything, with his own conjurations of the fiery arcane. He grew more and more addicted to the power, the incredible feeling of conjuring anything from a little candle light to a large torrent of flame.

The man learned to control his addiction, though, at least in public. He continued his life as a normal man, though battle-scarred and plagued with an arcane addiction. After the Second War, he managed to settle down with a beautiful woman he, still to this day, still doesn't know how he managed to woo into marriage. After a few years of living happily, coming into a decent amount of money, buying his own little estate and living quietly with his wife, he began to fall deeper into the addiction, now keeping everything secret from all, including the woman in his life. He cannot remember how he came about it, but he discovered a tome about the Darker Arts of Shadow and Fel magic, and took it into his study. He'd lock the door and remain in there for hours and hours, cutting himself off from the rest of the world.

As the years went on, he became more withdrawn, more paranoid that his studies would be found out. Of course, he still managed to remain relatively normal to all others, though his wife was concerned. A time came where the woman he'd devoted the other part of his life to began to travel about more, having to take care of family in other regions. Without her, or anyone else in the house, he went deep into his cellar, beginning rituals of his own now. Drawings into the cellar floor, lit candles all about the large room, strange, dark words whispered.

He'd grown more distant now, of course, and seemed to rush the woman off on to her trips. Luck seemed to tip out of his favor, though. His wife once returned much sooner than he'd suspected, and bringing with her a few relatives who were sick. She brought them into their home and got them settled in, then looked for her husband, who was nowhere to be found. She decided to check the cellar, the only place she hadn't checked. Upon approaching it, she could see the dimly lit room through the doors. Edward had made a fatal mistake, he'd let it slip his mind, while making all other preparations, he'd forgotten to securely lock himself away. Even the paranoid make mistakes..

Being taken by surprise by the woman, interrupted before he could even begin, he became filled with rage and sent a blast of fire at her, engulfing her in flame. It was a horror to him, his eyes welled with tears for a mere moment, and he wanted nothing more than to scream out to her and tell her everything would be alright and to say he could help her, but he knew these for all lies of the mind. Things he'd do to calm himself, but would make him feel no better in the end, and he did not wish for death because of his practices. All of his thoughts were rushing, calculations, outcomes, reasons, all going through his head, being analyzed, but ultimately, he knew he could not save her. All of these thoughts were processed in a mere few seconds. The agonized screams went on that long, until they came to an abrupt silence. A light smoke came from the palm he had aimed in the woman's direction. She was now in a fiery heap on the floor a few yards away from him. The man held his head in shame for a brief moment, his emotions and feelings rushing still, enraged with himself for doing such a thing, becoming such a monster, but it was the only logical thing to do to end her suffering. The last thing he could do for the love of his life was to end her pain and anguish, that he'd caused, as quickly as possible. But this man was also selfish, which disgusted him as well, but he wished to continue his life. He turned to look around and simply set it all up in flame. His work and study would be turned to black ash and left to the winds. He destroyed it all, leaving before anyone would know what happened there, and moved to an area where he was not known, living as a simple beggar now, with no money or home or.. anything but the rags on his back. As he travelled, what he'd done hit him, and he wept shortly, but he could not hint to the horrors he'd commited. He kept a smile on his face, going about like a happy old man, though his mind never rests, reliving the day over and over.. He just hides it very well, most of the time, anyway.