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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16578, "[None] Sharwin the Grand Elder of Changelings"
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Sharwin the Grand Elder of Changelings
DescriptionAs you look at this young human you see an unassuming boy with a small, bent frame. He stands an average five foot two inches tall, and barely one hundred pounds, which is evident by his worn cloaks that hang from his body, dragging on the floor. A scarred, flattened nose lends a oddly menacing awkwardness to his rather plain face. His deep-set brown eyes are framed by dark hollows of black, giving an appearance of one who hasn't slept well, or comfortably. He looks at you shiftingly, eager to determine your intentions.
Upon a closer look, you see:
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Level | 48 | Sex | male | Race | human | Ethos | Chaotic | Align | Evil | Class | shapeshifter | Practices | 8 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Arkham | Exp | 391650 | To Level | 20250 | Sphere | Envy | Age mature, 25 years old (56 hours) | Hit Points | 751 | Mana | 977 | Movement | 590 | Strength | 18 | Intelligence | 23 | Wisdom | 20 | Dexterity | 20 | Constitution | 18 | Charisma | 18 | Carry # | 0/34 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 19 | Silver | 47 | Copper | 15 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 5 | Damroll | 6 | | |
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Sharwin's PK Statistics,
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Sharwin's Gank-O-Meter,
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Sharwin's Immortal Comments,
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Sharwin's Role Chapter 1,
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Sharwin's Role Chapter 2,
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Sharwin's Role Chapter 3,
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Sharwin's Role Chapter 4,
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Sharwin's Role Chapter 5,
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Sharwin's Statistics,
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Sharwin's Class Specifics,
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Sharwin's Edges,
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Sharwin's Timeline,
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Sharwin's Skill List,
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Sharwin's Spell List,
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
Member since 20th Sep 2024
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#16585, "Sharwin's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 1 (0 at level 48) | Total PK Losses   | 1 | Total Mob Deaths   | 7 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. warrior   | 1 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. BATTLE   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 1 | VS. Evil   | 0 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. warrior   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. BATTLE   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 1 | VS. Evil   | 0 |
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16586, "Sharwin's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 1 | Total PK Assists   | 0 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.00 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Solo-Killer Average Group Size Per Death   | 2.00 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Death By Minor Mob Scene
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16588, "Sharwin's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 Bloodied Magi, Sharwin struck back Added Wed Jul 25 20:02:41 2007 at level 34:Constantly hounded, assaulted, and tormented throughout his entire life, Sharwin felt like trouble was always knocking at his door. Sharwin had fallen into believing that his physical ailments left him defenseless against others - and the bullies preyed on that weakness.
Always fearful of leaving his studio or guildhall for fear of being struck, he finally had a revelation - "If you act weak, you are weak. If you act strong, you will be feared."
Testing this concept at the first opportunity, Sharwin approached a strong village applicant who taunted him with his fists outside Sharwin's Arkham guildhall. Instead of cowering and hiding, Sharwin tested himself, taking the form of his arctic fox to fight the aggressive warrior. Sharwin tasted the bully's blood, fought fiercely, and retreated after a prolonged battle. What he realized is that he enjoyed the fight, and fought quite well against a well prepared foe. He yearned for another taste.
Later that same day, while traveling in Darsylon, he received his long sought opportunity. The same village applicant who taunted him unmercifully earlier in Arkham made an assault upon Sharwin. Sharwin, this time, took his defensive form of the spotted snow leopard, luring his assailant into a long, drawn out battle where he beat the applicant bloody, forcing the warrior to retreat. But not content with watching the man run, Sharwin pursued his bloodied opponent, quickly changing tactics by taking his more aggressive arctic fox form, chasing the warrior down, and tearing him to bloody shreds, savoring the victory, and howling over his fallen foe.
Sharwin's companions were moderately impressed by his fighting acumen, being role + far more experienced in combat than he, but inside, Sharwin's spirits were alight with life and strength. Why cower in fear when he can make others do so instead!
Sharwin still envied the perfect bodies of most Therans, still craved the attention that the non-handicapped received from women, but he came to realize that one need not be of perfect body to execute a perfect battle.
His confidence grew.
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
Member since 20th Sep 2024
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#16589, "Sharwin's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 Seven years of bad luck turns at last Added Tue Jul 24 17:59:22 2007 at level 33:Seven years passed, and Sharwin's luck has changed little. Now in late teens, his limp has only become more pronounced with age, and adult-life had been equally as cruel as his pathetic childhood. In a world where status and power is nearly always equated to physical strength and aptitude, Sharwin is perceived as a broken, weak fool, even though his capacity for learning is voracious and vast. To compensate for his shortcomings in athletic prowess, he has taken up more creative activities of sculpture, metalurgy, and painting, concentrating his efforts on depicting creatures he views as perfect specimens - Lithe graceful felines, powerful brute mammoths, and many splendid hybrids of his own invention.
As his talents and aptitude grew, Sharwin began to build a small, but loyal, following of influential merchants who would purchase his works for wealthy collectors around Thera. His small fame, and growing fortune allowed him to meet and consult with the greatest healers in the land - however all of their attempts to correct his deformity failed, leaving him as despondant as ever.
Sharwin's works turned more violent, using his various mediums to release the rage and envy that grew within him, his clientelle growing darker and more sinister as well.
At one of his Arkham exhibits, Sharwin caught the eye of a very old man with long white hair standing in the corner of the room. The man was using a very fat, gnarled walking stick, which had been polished so that it gleamed in the light gleaming from the wall sconces. He wore a long brown robe, with a darker brown sash tied around his waist and sandals that were in such disrepair that they barely covered the soles of his feet. Sharwin, embarassed that the man's presence might ruin his art showing, approached the man, tenderly grabbed his elbow and tried to gently nudge him towards the door - but the man shocked Sharwin by grabbing Sharwin's wrist tightly with his thin gnobby fingers and whispered two eerie sentences in Sharwin's ear.
"Become what you create. I will show you how."
Suddenly, before Sharwin's eyes, the man transformed, oozing in shape from his human form into that of a sleek, silver fox and loped out the door. Sharwin chased after the animal as best he could without arising suspicion from the art gallery gatherers, but by the time he freed himself from the exhibit hall the fox was gone. Sharwin looked around frantically, seeking any sign of the man-beast, but there was none - he simply vanished.
Shocked, but also forlorn, Sharwin returned to the gallery, plunging his hands deep into his pockets in despair. Within his left pocket, he felt a small, warm object radiating a light heat against his hand. Grasping it and pulling it out Sharwin is astonished to see a small miniature, in the perfect form of a fox. Slowly rubbing the miniature between his fingers it begings to hum lightly, the noise and heat eminating from it growing quickly, until it drops from his hand and shatters on the hard stone floor.
In his ears, however he heard the faint whisper, "If you wish this power, meet me here under the cloak of night."
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16590, "Sharwin's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 His rage grows Added Wed Jul 18 19:45:22 2007 at level 15:Sharwin's embarassment continued to grow while on the school's grounds. While he excelled in the classroom, a model student, he was mocked for being the teacher's favorite. And during recess, the devil within each classmate sprung forth.
The whole school rushed noisily into the playground. The new boys were told to stand in the middle of the field, white the others stationed themselves along opposite walls. They began to play 'Jazoul in the Middle' - where the old boys ran from wall to wall while the new boys tried to catch them caught, he would then join those in the middle, catching the remaining runners. Sharwin saw a boy running past and tried to catch him, but his limp gave him no chance ground that he covered. Then one of them had the brilliant idea of imitating Sharwin's clumsy run. Other boys saw, and they ran round Sharwin, limping grotesquely, screaming in the crackly voices of shrill laughter. One of them tripped up Sharwin and he fell heavily. They laughed even louder when he stumbled back to his feet. Another boy pushed him from behind, and he would have fallen again if another had not caught him. The game was forgotten in the entertainment of Sharwin's deformity. One of the boys invented an odd, rolling limp that struck the rest of the children as supremely funny and many followed suit in trying to copy it. Sharwin was completely scared beat so fast that he could hardly breathe, and he was more frightened than he had ever been in his life. He stood still stupidly while the boys ran around him, mimicking and laughing. They shouted at him to catch them, but he did not move.
He did not want them to see him run anymore.
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16591, "Sharwin's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 Off to school, and torment Added Wed Jul 18 12:23:36 2007 at level 7:"Well, get in the carrage boy," the driver said, "We don't have all day now."
Sharwin dutifully limps up the three rungs to the back of the carriage, and sits down, dreading his journey from the comforts of home off to a strange school in a new land. Already sitting in the carriage are three other boys of the same age, chatting playfully amongst themselves. Once he boards, however, all attention turns to him.
"What's your name," one boy asked. "Sharwyn." "What'd you do to get stuck in this damned school?" "Nothing." "Well, aren't you a chatty little mutt?"
The group of boys crowed with delight at the sight of the blush that rose on Sharwyn's face.
"Wait," the boy asked, "What's wrong with your foot?"
Sharwyn instinctively tried to withdraw it from sight, hiding it behind the one which was whole.
"I've got a club-foot," Sharwyn responded. "How'd you get it?" "I've always had it" "Let's have a look." "No." "Don't then."
The little boy accompanied the words with a sharp kick on Sharwyn's shin, which Sharwyn did not expect, and therefore could not guard against. The pain was so great that it made him gasp, but greater than the pain was the surprise. He did not know why the boy kicked him, and cowered in the corner of the carriage.
"Gimp," one boy shouts. "Queer," shouts another.
As the carriage continues to make stops along the way to school picking up students, the boy'ringleader of the boys makes sure to tell each arriving student of Sharwyn's deformity and he easily becomes the target for all their jokes, torments and teasings.
Sharwyn simmers silently.
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16592, "Sharwin's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 Young, alone and afraid. Added Wed Jul 18 10:05:43 2007 at level 1:Night became day and the skies reflected the mood in the air, grey, dull, and dreary. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested a brutal snowstorm was imminent. A gnomish female servant entered the room in which a child was sleeping, and drew the curtains against the cold, damp air.
"Wake up, Sharwin," she said.
She quickly pulled down his bed covers, took him in her arms and carried him downstairs. Sharwin was only half awake.
"Your mother wants you," she said.
She opened the heavy wooden door of his mother's chamber, and took the child over to the bed in which his mother was lying. Sharwin's mother stretched out her arms, and the child nestled by her side comfortably. He did not ask why he has been awakened, instead he was happy to be in the large bed with her soft arms about him.
"How are you, my sweet child," his mother asked.
Her voice was so distant and weak that it seemed to come from a great distance, illness preventing her from speaking above a quiet whisper. In her final moments on Thera, all she sought was the comfort of her small boy. Sharwin didn't answer. Instead he cuddled against his mother and kissed her sleepily. In a moment he closed his eyes and was fast asleep. The doctor came forward and stood by the bedside, looking down at them both.
"Oh, don't take him away yet," she moaned.
The doctor, without answering looked at her gravely and shook his head softly.
"Let me take him," the doctor said, "You're tired, and it'd be better for him not to see you go."
Knowing she would not be allowed to keep her child much longer, she cuddled him closer, and passed her weak hand down his body until she came to his left foot, and felt the five perfect toes on his small foot. Then, she passed her hand to his left one, and gave a muffled sob. Sharwin, still sleeping, was taken away. His mother's sobs became louder and unceasing.
"What will happen to my poor child?"
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It was a week later, Sharwin was sitting on the floor of his second cousin's bedroom, amusing himself amongst the furniture lying about. He had made an elaborate fortress in which he could hide himself from the stooges of the evil Empire who were lurking behind the curtains. He put his ear to the stone floor, and listened to the rustling of their advance scouts as they raced down the road to his hiding placce...
"You naughty boy, your auntie will be cross with you," the servant said.
"Are we going home yet," Sharwin asked.
"Well... aren't you going to ask how your mother is," the servant replied.
"Oh, I forgot. How is mother," Sharwin asked.
"Your mother is much better now. She's happy, and gone away. You won't be seeing her again," the servant replied.
Sharwin didn't understand what she meant. "Why not," he asked.
"Your mother is in heaven."
She begain to cry, and Sharwin, though he did not quite understand, cried too.
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Death_Angel | Sat 13-Oct-07 04:44 PM |
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#16579, "Sharwin's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 0 | Experience from Skill improvements | 1629 | Experience from Exploration | 3775 | Experience from Quests | 22275 | Experience from Commerce | 1635 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Wed Jul 18 09:51:59 2007
| Quests Completed   | 17 | Exploration Points Found   | 14 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 1000 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 0 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 35 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 21 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 3 % |
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