Role

Chapter 1

Whildur was raised in an upper-middle class Gnome family of some noted
Academic standing in the Mages Guilds of Hillcrest. Both parents were
accomplished Professors and practictioners of the magical arts, and as
such pressured Whildur from an early age to excel academically. He was
taught to read at an EXCEPTIONALLY early age, digesting simple fairy
tales even as he yet digested milk from his mothers teat. As he moved
from swaddling cloths to britches, he moved from fairy tales to ballads
and simple rhyming verse.

He was a happy child, running about singing simple ditties and songs
about the things he saw around him--when he wasn't tucked into some nook
somewhere reading another Illuminated tale of far away people and places
doing far away things. He was clearly bright, and although he had an
odd habit of slipping into singsong rhymes from time to time in his
speech, it appeared to his parents and everyone else simply an amusing
sign of his precocious aptitude. Whildur noticed this fact, and was
often seen entertaining his parents' friends at social gatherings as
the star of the party, enjoying the attention.

Beaming with pride, his parents enrolled him into school a full year
early...where he promptly disgraced them all with his poor performance
in his studies. Mathematics, science, the magical arts...abysmal.
Despite his aptitude for the literary arts, he couldn't seem to force
himself to do well in his other courses...or even to really care.
He was charming, though, and his professors were soft on him because
he could talk his way out of most things and his amusing limericks
were never in mean spirit or disruptive in class. His classmates
liked him because he was able to make them all laugh, and he tended
to avoid conflict and defuse awkward situations with wit and humor.

Nevertheless, Whildur was not looking forward to the life his parents
would like for him to live, either a productive Wizard or member of
the storied Gnomen Academic world.