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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 8:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 8:29 pm
General Information Name: Naddaer
Age: ??
Street rat training to be a mage.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:56 am
Biography Grew up on the streets, not knowing any family. Always hoped that perhaps some house would want to take him in and train him. If one were to, they would see that he has promise of becoming a skilled mage (perhaps an enchanter or illusionist. Having to provide for himself, he has learned a few tricks that entertain crowds. His most popular trick is his contact juggling, which isn't magic at all. He's become quite good at charming and collecting crowds.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:57 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:58 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:59 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:07 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 7:35 pm
Growing Here is where I will keep track of his growing progress. Post for his qualifying rp links and his journals will follow this post. If you are interested in rping him, please message me.
Three personal RPs 1/3 (One finished with Djnn to be continued if he comes back)
10 journals 4/10
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:00 pm
1/10
Nimble fingers slipped into a nearby pocket as the male youth bumped into another drow in the busy street. He mumbled sorry and went on his way. These others hadn't an idea that he was borrowing any money, their lose. What city was he in, he traveled so much that he always forgot where he currently was. Naddaer sighed and shook his head, others were oblivious but yet so was he on somethings. He pocketed the money and moved to stand off the side of the street and shuffled through his own pockets.
He produced three blue/green crystal balls. First, he started to juggle the three, tossing them in the air with great agility. Though he had such nimble fingers, his calling was not that of a warrior as his family wanted, but that of a mage. He had a talent for the slight of hand. He slowly stopped juggling and rolled one of the balls around his hand, adding the other to balls. Naddaer made it look as though they were spinning in place, but it was only a trick. How he wanted to do real magic.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:31 pm
2/10
Naddaer sighed as he sat on the side of a street. His day had been boring and no one interesting had passed by. Normally he'd find someone to poke fun at or pick pocket but with the lack of crowds this day, it would be extremely hard. Well not that hard just more obvious, if any drow were to pay attention. One could argue but Naddaer had a talent for picking pockets. Never had he ever been caught. Once or twice someone would notice something missing, but never had he been blamed. Besides bringing entertainment, it also brought in coin.
Though pick pocketing was something one could not live off of or do all the time. One had to know the art and when to do and when to not. Busy streets are the best since bumping into someone was hard not to do. Finding the right victim was also an acquired thing. Though borrowing for a high ranking priestess of lloth was very profitable, it would not be a smart thing to do. Take from the ones that you know are oblivious and won't notice til later. Some would say that he was only stealing but really he was practicing. It was an art, an art that only his nimble fingers and knowledge have ever perfected.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:02 pm
3/10
A sigh escaped Naddaer's lips. He had wandered and ended up in a new city, one he hadn't been to before. Now his thoughts wonderer where he was exactly. Perhaps he'd ask someone when he found the market. Along his wanderings in the city he picked a few pockets too and found that he would be getting a good meal this night already. This seemed to be one of the more prosperous cities he had heard of. Coming to the market, he picked a place on the street and reached into his pocket.
His hands came out and produced four crystal balls, all of the same size and of a blue-green color. Though they were small, they were heavier than one would expect. Normally a much lighter ball would be used for juggling in the air but Naddaer was something different. His skill in juggling, and some magic perhaps, helped him to be one of the most skilled jugglers. Well he thought so. He tossed all four balls in the air and caught them one by one, keeping them juggling in the air. Few drow stopped to watch, slightly amazed that he could catch all the crystal balls. Today seemed like it would be a prosperous day.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:37 pm
4/10
I find this all tiring to a point. I left home for a reason, which was obtained. The idea that my family had not wanted me to be a mage was not for me. Quick and nimble my fingers are, yes. Though they do not long to grip a sword or weapon. I know that it is magic that flows in my veins, the reason I am out here alone in the Underdark.
I wonder sometimes how I make it through the dangerous and lonely tunnels that lead between cities and Lloth knows where else. I fear, or do I, that I may stray to the surface one day. I am curious to see it with these gold eyes one day, to feel the sting of the, sun was it. I know my place is down here though. Really, I should find a house willing to take me in. I need to learn magic properly, not through will alone. I wonder what the mage school will say when they see me, and this power. I do hope that they do not take lightly of it, for if they do then they will have something to fear.
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