[ character] "Old Al" Alphonse
Jul 27, 2020 22:07:39 GMT
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Post by "Old Al" Alphonse on Jul 27, 2020 22:07:39 GMT
"Old Al" Alphonse, The Sage of Wines
46 year old Vintner and Wise Man
Not noted on the sheet: 1pt Trait: Bloodied, Add cultural trait Stubborn
Beliefs
46 year old Vintner and Wise Man
City Born > Arcane Devotee > Wizard of War > Rogue Wizard > Military Order > Vintner
Not noted on the sheet: 1pt Trait: Bloodied, Add cultural trait Stubborn
Beliefs
Magic is capable of horrors unlike any other, it should be left alone
Life is short and should be patiently savoured and appreciated
We should let the past (especially my own) be, only hurt lies there, and should look towards the future
Instincts
When given a choice or agreement, always haggle
Life is short and should be patiently savoured and appreciated
We should let the past (especially my own) be, only hurt lies there, and should look towards the future
Instincts
When given a choice or agreement, always haggle
When violence is about to start, always tell people they're being stupid and try and get them to talk it out
When asked for advice or opinion, always give it earnestly. (Yes even if it's an opponent on the battlefield)
When asked for advice or opinion, always give it earnestly. (Yes even if it's an opponent on the battlefield)
Alphonse once had another name and even a family name, but he gave that up on those. Only answering to Alphonse, Old Al, and reluctantly Sage of Wines
When he was young his talent for magic was identified and he was quickly sponsed to study at the court to become a Druid, however a local war or rather skirmish broke out and he was quickly sent to the front. He was eager to use the teachings of Nature balance and the elements, but after years of fighting, he was getting sick of it. Always another fight, another dispute. After helping put down a rebellion that originated in his home town, he saw the fights for what they were. His arts and devotion to nature were only used for politics, a way for certain people to cling to power.
Sick of politics and power struggles he abandoned his position at court and the army and delved deep in his magic. He learned from a few lothian and hangers on from the Temple of Blood. Eventually he found that the bloodletting and sacrifice did not sit wel with him. So he turned to a band of warriors, a military order, dedicated to fighting in the name of the Old Religion. The discipline helped in getting him on track again, but he had to admit that fighting in wars was not for him again. The Wars, the Rebellions and even the few fights the order got in, it was too much.
He retired to a backwater place in Ross and became a vintner. People called him a fool, but it worked. For a number of years now, Alphonse has found peace and mellowed out. He has long forsaken his magic and religion, but old habits die hard. People stop for deliviries or try the wine and ask for advice and he gives it. Fast forward a number of years and now he's on a goddamn council for mediation between villages, they look to him for advice.
He blames his nephew for losing his peace. He might grumble about the idiots on the council, but he likes having a purpose again, though he would never admit that.
When he was young his talent for magic was identified and he was quickly sponsed to study at the court to become a Druid, however a local war or rather skirmish broke out and he was quickly sent to the front. He was eager to use the teachings of Nature balance and the elements, but after years of fighting, he was getting sick of it. Always another fight, another dispute. After helping put down a rebellion that originated in his home town, he saw the fights for what they were. His arts and devotion to nature were only used for politics, a way for certain people to cling to power.
Sick of politics and power struggles he abandoned his position at court and the army and delved deep in his magic. He learned from a few lothian and hangers on from the Temple of Blood. Eventually he found that the bloodletting and sacrifice did not sit wel with him. So he turned to a band of warriors, a military order, dedicated to fighting in the name of the Old Religion. The discipline helped in getting him on track again, but he had to admit that fighting in wars was not for him again. The Wars, the Rebellions and even the few fights the order got in, it was too much.
He retired to a backwater place in Ross and became a vintner. People called him a fool, but it worked. For a number of years now, Alphonse has found peace and mellowed out. He has long forsaken his magic and religion, but old habits die hard. People stop for deliviries or try the wine and ask for advice and he gives it. Fast forward a number of years and now he's on a goddamn council for mediation between villages, they look to him for advice.
He blames his nephew for losing his peace. He might grumble about the idiots on the council, but he likes having a purpose again, though he would never admit that.