Fezewix the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
Fezewix created on 19th of May 2019, and is currently 22 years old (83 hours played).

Title: the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
Gender: Male
Level: 50
Class: gnome illusionist

Background history:

  1. Divine Discovery - posted at 2019-05-27 21:39:07
Divine Discovery
Fezewix the Curious, he was called, for he liked to know how things worked. As a young gnome, he spent his time examining the world he lived in. At first, it was the Gnome Village, where (as everyone knows) all Gnomes are born and hail from. Sometimes he would sit in the middle of the village and watch the adventurers from distant parts of Serin as they arrived to help his chief with the hobgoblin problem in the mines. As time went by, and as he grew bored of watching the traffic that came through his home, he would creep out of the village, only to be stopped by Knights whose mission was to eradicate evil and protect the innocent, or be forced into hiding because of bloodthirsty Legionnaires. One day, like any other day, he was on his way out of the village. During his clandestine expedition, there happened to be a mighty battle between the Justices, the Knights, and the Legionnaires- and Fezewix managed to land himself right in the middle of it. He was nearly trampled to death by their mounts and in a panic, squeezed his eyes shut and popped out of existence, reappearing in a nearby location. Somehow, he discovered that magic did in fact exist, and that he possessed the ability to manipulate it. When he made his discovery, he went to the chief and was told that it is a rare gift bestowed by the Lord of Balance, Virgil. Upon learning this, he packed some supplies and sought out to learn more about this gift he was given, and how he could repay his Lord.


Description:

The diminutive creature in front of you closely resembles a child's toy. He reaches the approximate height of an adult humans knees and has creamy pale skin reminiscent of polished ivory. Inky-black orbs reflect his surroundings, squinted in suspicion at every moving thing, studiously furrowing his bushy, cloud-like brows. A wild, smokey mass lays matted against bright, rosey cheeks and a pair of blood-red lips that form a miniscule scowl. The air shimmers around this pygmy-like figure and occasional sparks of rainbow-colored light flare in stoccato bursts from seemingly random locations that surround him.


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