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Tibald the Alchemist

My mother had the audacity to name me Tibald, as if to spit in the face of my father - my father who died valiantly in the name of the King and Country. To give me his name, a name reserved for someone much better than myself, is an insult. Every deed that I fail to accomplish is an act that tarnishes his name.

I am short, about 5 feet 3 inches and have a slim muscular build, however, despite my efforts it seems I cannot lose my gut. A bit flabby in some areas, but nothing taxing. My eyes are grey, and my hair is white, another trait I was cursed to live with. My mother did not let a day go by without telling me how much I looked exactly like my father.

My skin is pale and easily sunburned.

I enjoy the company of learned individuals, mostly magic users and clerics, however bards and travelers that freely share their adventures tend to lighten my mood.

I spent a lot of my life, alone. I practiced the art of alchemy and chemical compositions of various matter and fluids. I believe I will start a trade in brewing or cooking in order to mask my experiments

I was told that I would be a Ruler of Kings, and if this was to be so, I would need to gain the trust of the people. I would need to Earn this trust by proving to myself that I am worthy of the name Tibald. Perhaps I could merge magic with my alchemy to provide potent elixirs that will make this kingdom great again.

Alchemist Tibald

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I met Sebastian in the local Tavern. He was telling jokes and stories from his adventures that he frequented before his accident. I he cheered me up after my days of labor and I often repaid his entertainment with a small meal, nothing too fancy.

Over the course of the last month, I have grew to think of Sebastian as a good friend. He does not talk much about the topic of his accident, he walks with a limp now. I know he lost some good companions during his travels and I fear that he suffers from a bit of survivor's guilt.

Sebastian has promised that he will do what he can to help me achieve my goals. I am not certain I am worthy of his friendship, but it is nice to not feel forced to prove myself to him.

Tibald the Alchemist Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Reflections on your mother

"Reflections on your mother"

Mother, not a topic I am fond of writing about. She wasn't a horrible mother, I guess, if I am to be completely honest with myself. She wasn't extremely pleasant to be around, but again, neither am I at times. She lost the love of her life while I was still an infant. It was hard for her to raise me, even with the help that she had from some of the locals. I could have been a better son, perhaps I could have taken her stories of my destiny a bit more serious. The thought of me becoming the Ruler of Kings is preposterous, but she insisted these stories were true. I played along with her fantasies, but I made it no secret that I wasn't convinced.

She had long red hair and bright blues eyes. She was very active in the community until she fell ill. I sought so hard to find the right concoction of herbs and minerals that could save her, but she was unwilling to give my elixirs a try. Though I cannot blame her for that, after what happened to the cats that I tested them on.

Maybe I am trying to convince myself that she was right this entire time. Prove my worth to her and my father, and perhaps even myself. I treated her with disrespect much of her life, and I regret this.