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Name: Sean Tealeaf
Race: Human
Class: Mage (Uses some Restoration, Illusion and Necromancer type magic)
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Height: 6’0 foot normal size, an inch tall shrunk.
Weight: 145.9 lbs normal size, as light as a feather shrunk.
Hair Color: Gingery
Eye Color: Emerald
Family History:
FATHER. Lukah Tealeaf, Age 40, UNKNOWN.
MOTHER. Taliar Tealeaf, Age 39, UNKNOWN.
BROTHER. Bangur Tealeaf, Age 23, UNKNOWN.
SISTER. Hope Tealeaf, Age 23, UNKNOWN.
Held Titles:
‘Sean The Smallest.’
Character History:
Within the Northern Isles lived a young feller called Sean, he lived a rather pleasant yet humble life with his mother, father, brother, and sister. They lived in a small newly built docking town known as Liuerpul, which at the time was in the middle of an economic boom and a great place for travelers to pass through. From a young age, Sean always had a love for adventuring which was lucky for him considering how vast the woodland was surrounding his hometown – he would often worry his parents with the longs hours he would be out venturing for every day. Sometimes though, Sean and his brother would help their father in his shop for he was the town’s Blacksmith. His father was a hard worker, supplying for both common folk and soldiers working day and night on end to perfect his armoury. His blades could cut through the thickest of armour and easily chop through one’s body, the hilt of the weapons he made would be shaped with a curled ‘T’ obviously for namesake, Tealeaf. As for the armour he built, even his own blades couldn’t cut through maybe not even chip it! His father was not a greedy man but hard work means good pay, the prices for his arsenal were rather high even for common folk but everyone knew it was worth it. From the time Sean had working with his father, he had learned much in the art of Blacksmithing and because of it, his father wished for Sean and his brother to continue on the store when it was his turn to meet the gods. Alas, this was not what Sean wanted. He was an adventurer! He didn’t want to be tied down by work. He was a free spirit at best.
As the years went on, Sean would continue his adventuring and sometimes his brother and sister would tag along too. He would be out for days or perhaps weeks just enjoying the wilderness or the open road. Meeting new people and finding new places. He would somewhat become rebellious towards his mother and father as they demanded him to stop going at for days on end. After all, he was only thirteen. This was around the time a group of people, all different races, ages, and gender had set up an encampment not far from Liuerpul the group was known as the Adventurers Guild. With Sean’s mother and father fed up of his constantly disobeying he was no longer allowed out. Stuck in for days, cleaning up or helping in his father’s shop. One night, Sean had awoken. It was early hours in the morning, through his bedroom window he saw darting lights out in the woods along with laughing and shouting. He carefully pushed open the window, climbing out. He carefully closed the window as he began scaling the wall down to the ground, thankfully he wasn’t too high up. He ran and ran fast, he was already wearing his normal going out clothing. The laughing and shouting was getting louder, he knew he was getting closer, Sean slowed down his running and eventually come to a stop as he sat behind a log peaking to the encampment. He saw maybe twenty people, sitting around or dancing around the fire just enjoying the night as they shared stories or told each other jokes. Sean stepped out, revealing himself to all these strangers it suddenly went eerily quiet. He felt vulnerable but he wanted to listen too! An oddly tall woman with a distinguishable scar across her face stood up, greeting him graciously. “Come, young one!” She clapped, “We were just telling stories! Surely you liked to listen?” It became obvious to Sean that she wasn’t sober. Although he happily joined the small circle, now with six sitting with each other. The tall woman continued her tale, Sean listened in awe as she told her story of how she got her scar. People cheered and laughed as she over exaggerated her tale. Sean clapped loudly as her tale finished, he wanted to be able to tell stories just like her and so the night continued on more stories were told and lots of dancing and booze. This was the first time Sean had ever had booze from this moment on, his life had completely changed.
In the morning, Sean woke up with a banging headache. He was tucked between the arms of the tall woman from last night. It seemed as if they woke at the same time. She questioned him, “Do you not have a home, young one?” He froze, not knowing how to answer. He wondered if this could lead to a new life of adventure, especially with the stories this woman told. “N-no, I don’t.” He said, sheepishly. It was almost obvious that he was lying as his face blew up red. Nevertheless, this went unnoticed. She frowned a little and nodded then added, “Then we shall look after you. You are one of us now.” Wow, thought Sean. That was easy. From then on, Sean’s life of adventure had begun but that was only the start of his adventurous life. He left his family and old life behind to start a new. He was now a part of an actual adventurers guild. The tall lady, known as Molly had taken Sean under her wing and they bonded well. She would train him how to properly wield a weapon and how to easily disarm people. As a year passed, Sean begins to notice little cracks in the group. It wasn’t all fun and games, there were internal problems. Apparently, one of the members had contact with an unnamed demon and had struck a deal. But Sean didn’t know whether to believe it or not and at the moment it wasn’t his problem.
Time went on, Sean was sixteen now. The group he was apart of was beginning to break down, people were at each other’s throats with the whole demon thing still. It has nearly been two years and nothing has come of it. Sean had been seeing less of Molly, as a matter of fact, she would barely be at the camp anymore. Often returning covered in wounds, but she seemed very unphased. Something was the matter, but Sean didn’t want to confront her. He was rather intimidated by her. One night, whilst people were sharing their tales of the day, Molly stormed out from the treeline. Her eyes were pitch black and she had a dark aura around her. Everyone fell silent then it suddenly hit, it was Molly who took the deal. No wonder she hasn’t been around. Everyone was in a panic, grabbing at weapons or running away. Sean was in shock, he sat still as he watched his friend blast through the members of their group using magic he has never seen before. He had to have been dark magic of some kind. He looked up as Molly as she got closer. Her eyes were as black as ever whatever soul that was inside there has gone and it was obvious this was no longer Molly. She pointed at Sean, speaking in an indistinguishable language. Sean felt heavy, then slowly felt nothing at all. His body fell limp as he went unconscious.
He woke up to near darkness, looking up there was a gap of light beaming down. The material around him was like cloth and he found himself bouncing up and down. Before long, the light faded. Then the gap above opened up, a large hand reached down and scooped up him carefully. He shouting out and wiggled as he was placed on a table in front of someone unfamiliar. “A-a giant?” He asked out in a shaky voice, trembling a bit. A soft giggle followed. “I’m no giant, well, maybe to you I am.” said the soft voice from above. It was an Elvish lady. “I’m Prinkle.” She smiled down. “And you are?” Sean thought for an answer and thought hard. His mind was empty, he had no memory or anything. “I-I don’t remember.” Her head tilted, “Oh? Then I shall call you small one.”
Prinkle would allow Sean to stay with her, she would help him with his memory loss (where he eventually come to remembering at least his name) as well as caring for him and teaching him defensive kinds of magic as well as looking for a cure to his tininess. Prinkle was like a mentor to Sean. Five years down the line, Sean was still tiny but he had come to accept it and was even adventuring. This was just a bigger adventure for him now, but now he had a quest to find himself or remember who he is.
Biographical Info:
Sean stands at an inch tall, he has roguish yet tidied up ginger hair which is tied into a bun the sides of his head are lightly cut down so the hair isn’t as long as it is on top. He has a long beard with hints of ginger, brown and black which has many braids in. He dons a brown cloak, which is a small piece of cloth. He has a backpack which holds a variety of books, foods, drinks, scrolls, trinkets, and maps. Dangling from the backpack would be a bedroll, rope, a lantern, and cooking essentials. Sean wears circular black glasses and his eyes are a nice emerald colour, he wears a ruby necklace which allows him to harness his magic, it is often hidden away under his brown and black commoners clothing. He has two handaxes in sheathes on his left and right hip.
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