I, am Yorick. I was given this name because my mother was a woman of humor. As a playwright, she wrote a play about a great fool. His name was Yorick. I am at the age of 16 or 16 according to the years of man. I am known as the Sorcerer because of the sorceries that I maintain, practice, and unleash upon the world.
I was born in a tavern I do not know my father.
I stand 6 feet 4 inches tall with a feeble and weak body. I have my dark brown hair compliments by strange eyes, which are blue and grey with a ring of gold. The condition was called central heterochromia by the physicians my mother sought out. My pale skin does not compliment my choice of dark and gothic attire, but I enjoy my style.
I see myself as one who follows I see myself as a magic user. The world is broken. I have seen tragedy, death and famine. As a boy my body was broken and an illness made me weak. My body broke, but my mind grew. Sorcery is the way I will fix the world. By any means necessary. This is my obligation with the power I have.
I intend to use my ruthless cunning and my sorceries in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. Thus, I now start this path towards enlightenment.
A Sentimental Value: Ring, Fancy
The black metal ring adorned on my finger is the mark of a noble. A blue gem is fitted perfectly in the middle. This is my past. This is my connection to the place I was made. I shall never forget what I fight for, as long as I hold the ring.
I met The Benefactor when I was talking to the scholars in town. They wore a black and red robe with a golden outline. She was stunningly beautiful, and even though it had been some time since I had seen my families wealth, she came to me. Her smile would seem ordinary to anyone. Anyone… but me. Behind her smile was true coldness. Her mind was a knife and as we talked I could tell she was attempting to dissect me. She underestimated my talents in that regard. I knew she had been watching me for some time, but I did not realize what that obsession entailed. What it meant to her. I suspect she found me due to the paper I wrote detailing the faults of the town's government and corrupt organizations. My suspicions with the scholars at the university here were detailed as an excuse to why the Thieves Guild was. Desperation breeds criminal behavior. The document was anonymous, but somehow she knew. Her intelligence impressed me and our relationship began. But the darkness behind her eyes… Sometimes it's almost… alluring. Her darkness is my light at the moment. I shall purify the world, but to do it, I will need people like her.