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Harlamond
01-25-04, 02:46 PM Well I hate to see all my hard work go to waist so I’m posting my last character I got to play here well the fluff part any ways.

Please feel free to use him however you want. Also I would like to hear any comments you may have and/or post your own characters fluff I would really enjoy reading it.

Name: Alagon Turcassan
Age: 25
Patron Deity: Oghma
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Human
Class: Bard

Personal History

My family/clan estate is in Suzail, presided over by my grandfather Talmut Turcassan, and his first son Netrik (my uncle). My uncle is in shipping, and deals mainly in harbor politics, including, which means he deals with Sembian politics and Dragon Reach politics in conversation. He doesn’t have too much pull, but enough to keep him busy. He has seven children (3 daughters and four sons), the four boys are all adults, the eldest is learning his fathers craft, the youngest is a Dragoneer (he’s stationed in the ruins of Arabel), the second youngest died in the war—a loss Netrik is loath to admit, and his mood is coarse as he is failing to grieve. One of his daughters and her husband (of the Truesilver family) were slain in the Gazneth attack on Arabel as the civilians fled the goblin/orc horde—most made it to Suzail by War Wizard magic but many died. The youngest two daughters are playing the noble game, and consider me—the eccentric scholar/minstrel cousin and oddity, and a playful cousin…they’re a bit young to take my work serious, and they are coping with the loss of their siblings best of the family. My Aunt Helizza Cormaeril-Turcassan wears black constantly, not for her sons and daughter, but for her ‘good name’. The last remaining son is a foppish courtier named Faedrik; he seems a nice enough lad, if not soft in the head when it comes to reality. He doesn’t seem to grasp the weight of these past years…ignorance is bliss they say.

My family’s house and lands are in the farmlands around Suzail, and I often took lunch with my cousins when I first began my studies in the city. My father is Gaelon Turcassan, the second of two sons, and manages the family lands outside the city. It keeps him busy, but until the recent troubles he was a jovial and pastoral man. He has aged markedly since the troubles began, and he feels the weight of title upon him, as his fellow nobles plot and scheme. He always trusted Azoun as a King, and while he losses no love on the scheming Vangerdhast, he assumes the old devil serves the throne well…of course, the rumors that he’s stepping aside for some commoner trouble him—he trusts the old coot to make a wise choice, but fears the noble reaction to a commoner, and a young woman taking the office of Mage Royal. Two relatively youthful women in charge of Azoun’s Cormyr? <shudder> my mother is an aging beauty, a country noble of the Astoval family. My parents are supportive of my endeavors, and hope I find what I’m looking for before I decide to settle down, as a noble should eventually do. I lost two brothers (both older, Hezran and Ildeth) to the horde, both volunteered to fight with the Dragoneers. My two sisters, one older, one younger, are engaged to noble sons of the Rowanmantle family (the Tilvertonian branch to my mothers dismay). My fathers relative youth, he’s 46, means I have a few years before the family would have need of me, and in reality, one of my cousins or second cousins could do the job, the family keeping me in minor trust should the need arise.

I studied under Talimar Hommran, a tutor to my siblings and my father in his youth. The elder teacher gave me a brief overview of history, and things nobles of the realm should know. I learned my bardcraft from Woldan Hollocroft an eccentric bard that frequented Immersea (where my family would often holiday in the summer to sail on the Wyvernwater). Woldan left some years ago for lands west, perhaps Tethyr? It doesn’t matter much; I haven’t seen him in some five years. Master Hommran died of natural causes a four months ago, he was greatly dismayed at the nobles of my generation plotting to undermine all the elders had protected—which of course I pointed out wasn’t exactly true, every generation has its vipers, to which he laughed, and pointed out he was glad at least one of his students paid attention.

When I was 13 I became a squire in Suzail for a year, learning the ways of court. At the age of 16 I returned to begin studies in earnest, during which time I stayed at the family estate. I became familiar with Alophondar, and even bore a crush on the wild princess Alusaire for a summer…it passed. I don’t think Alophondar ever noticed me, but I did meet him once, and he seemed a stately yet kind man, unlike his gruff companion, the Court Wizard Vangerdhast who is all the more frightening in person.

When I was 18 I returned home. Then spent two years in Immersea (both studying bard-craft intensely from Woldan) where I served the family learning the cartographers trade under the guidance of Olli Glenhollow, a man in the employ of the Wyvernspur family. I spent the time learning the trade, a skill I find intriguing, and suited to my youthful studies of drawing. At the time I think of my self-set toward my future, a cartographer of Cormyr.

On my 20th year finds me back in Suzail, but only for a month or so, before I allow my uncle into talking me into a merchant trade, where I venture to Westgate, Saerloon, Selgaunt, and Teziir. I am to manage the family trade in those cities with my second cousin Agrom cousin; he does most of the work, but shows me the ropes. I spend most of the time prying songs and tales from the crew, and singing and dancing with the locals. The life of a ships mate or a merchant doesn’t sit well, though the trav'el isn’t bad.

Year 21, I decide to ply my trade as a minstrel; it goes ok, not too good. The family frowns on the frivolity.

Year 22, in a sudden and unexplained flurry of patriotism, I sign on for a two-year tour as a Dragoneer. I make it through training, but it doesn’t stick. Eventually they’re going to release me to duty as a scribe/guard at Wheloon—figuring it’s a relatively stable border militarily speaking. I spend six months there when my history of Cartographical training comes to the fore. I end up in the Dragon Engineers, and serve as a cartographer, mapping roads, and helping to make sure the repairs to them are level as possible and such stuff.

By the time I’m 23, a ranking historian in the service of the kingdom named Raferdy Ildran learns of my draftsmanship skill, and experience in both historical studies and cartography, mostly the later. He has me transferred to his ‘dig’ in the region north west of Espar (in Western Cormyr). There they’ve found ruins in the mountains and need capable Dragoneers who can both be soldiers and meet his need for knowledgable scholars. Few meet the requirements. I am a quick study; he spends the next two years teaching me the craft of archaeologist. In the mean time I listen as word reaches me of the king’s near death. By the time I’m reaching 25 (a year extra service for the interest of the material…it seemed to be an old orcish fort, estimated to be older than Cormyr. Not much was left, but it was most intriguing. He is still there studying, or so I think). Cormyr erupts in a terrible war. Azoun dies, orc’s sack and destroy Arabel, many families lose loved ones, and infighting among the nobles reaches heights they haven’t seen in some time. A baby is on the throne, and spring 1372 has arrived. Unsure where I fit in the turbulent period I look to my music, and my myths. Since my youth on the shores of the Wyvernwater I’ve had a fascination with the myths of the elvin woods. And while outside Espar I heard tales of young cormyreans, fabulously famous heroes—who after besting Whisper the Zhentarim mage from the haunted Halls in Eveningstar ventured to Shadowdale and became heroes of legend, known collectively as the Knights of Myth Drannor, one of them was even lord of that land for a time, before giving the title to a young Waterdhavian noble, what was his name? Mourngrym Amcathra…right…so many heroes come from the dales, and what does Cormyr need now but heroes…perhaps I’ll go follow my dreams and fantasies, wander the roads of those legends and myths, and find the truth underneath them. After all, Oghma teaches to seek truth, seek knowledge, uncover lies and teach others knowledge so that it won’t be lost for all time. Who better but a Cormyrean noble to venture forth in search of such truths…if I happen to make a name for myself and some coin in the process, all the better.
TimeWanderer
01-27-04, 11:55 PM eh... that's a very long character history there.

'Fraid I couldn't match it at all.

Maybe you should write a book about it all.

Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic.

It would make a good story.
Harlamond
01-28-04, 05:21 AM Why thank you TimeWanderer, but I don’t think I’d be capable of writing a book I have to short of an attention span for that kind of work. I’m still amazed I was able to write something as in-depth as the above but I was very amped on making him for the campaign I was playing in at the time

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Harlamond 01-25-04, 02:46 PM	Well I hate to see all my hard work go to waist so I’m posting my last character I got to play here well the fluff part any ways. Please feel free to use him however you want. Also I would like to hear any comments you may have and/or post your own characters fluff I would really enjoy reading it. Name: Alagon Turcassan Age: 25 Patron Deity: Oghma Alignment: Neutral Good Race: Human Class: Bard Personal History My family/clan estate is in Suzail, presided over by my grandfather Talmut Turcassan, and his first son Netrik (my uncle). My uncle is in shipping, and deals mainly in harbor politics, including, which means he deals with Sembian politics and Dragon Reach politics in conversation. He doesn’t have too much pull, but enough to keep him busy. He has seven children (3 daughters and four sons), the four boys are all adults, the eldest is learning his fathers craft, the youngest is a Dragoneer (he’s stationed in the ruins of Arabel), the second youngest died in the war—a loss Netrik is loath to admit, and his mood is coarse as he is failing to grieve. One of his daughters and her husband (of the Truesilver family) were slain in the Gazneth attack on Arabel as the civilians fled the goblin/orc horde—most made it to Suzail by War Wizard magic but many died. The youngest two daughters are playing the noble game, and consider me—the eccentric scholar/minstrel cousin and oddity, and a playful cousin…they’re a bit young to take my work serious, and they are coping with the loss of their siblings best of the family. My Aunt Helizza Cormaeril-Turcassan wears black constantly, not for her sons and daughter, but for her ‘good name’. The last remaining son is a foppish courtier named Faedrik; he seems a nice enough lad, if not soft in the head when it comes to reality. He doesn’t seem to grasp the weight of these past years…ignorance is bliss they say. My family’s house and lands are in the farmlands around Suzail, and I often took lunch with my cousins when I first began my studies in the city. My father is Gaelon Turcassan, the second of two sons, and manages the family lands outside the city. It keeps him busy, but until the recent troubles he was a jovial and pastoral man. He has aged markedly since the troubles began, and he feels the weight of title upon him, as his fellow nobles plot and scheme. He always trusted Azoun as a King, and while he losses no love on the scheming Vangerdhast, he assumes the old devil serves the throne well…of course, the rumors that he’s stepping aside for some commoner trouble him—he trusts the old coot to make a wise choice, but fears the noble reaction to a commoner, and a young woman taking the office of Mage Royal. Two relatively youthful women in charge of Azoun’s Cormyr? <shudder> my mother is an aging beauty, a country noble of the Astoval family. My parents are supportive of my endeavors, and hope I find what I’m looking for before I decide to settle down, as a noble should eventually do. I lost two brothers (both older, Hezran and Ildeth) to the horde, both volunteered to fight with the Dragoneers. My two sisters, one older, one younger, are engaged to noble sons of the Rowanmantle family (the Tilvertonian branch to my mothers dismay). My fathers relative youth, he’s 46, means I have a few years before the family would have need of me, and in reality, one of my cousins or second cousins could do the job, the family keeping me in minor trust should the need arise. I studied under Talimar Hommran, a tutor to my siblings and my father in his youth. The elder teacher gave me a brief overview of history, and things nobles of the realm should know. I learned my bardcraft from Woldan Hollocroft an eccentric bard that frequented Immersea (where my family would often holiday in the summer to sail on the Wyvernwater). Woldan left some years ago for lands west, perhaps Tethyr? It doesn’t matter much; I haven’t seen him in some five years. Master Hommran died of natural causes a four months ago, he was greatly dismayed at the nobles of my generation plotting to undermine all the elders had protected—which of course I pointed out wasn’t exactly true, every generation has its vipers, to which he laughed, and pointed out he was glad at least one of his students paid attention. When I was 13 I became a squire in Suzail for a year, learning the ways of court. At the age of 16 I returned to begin studies in earnest, during which time I stayed at the family estate. I became familiar with Alophondar, and even bore a crush on the wild princess Alusaire for a summer…it passed. I don’t think Alophondar ever noticed me, but I did meet him once, and he seemed a stately yet kind man, unlike his gruff companion, the Court Wizard Vangerdhast who is all the more frightening in person. When I was 18 I returned home. Then spent two years in Immersea (both studying bard-craft intensely from Woldan) where I served the family learning the cartographers trade under the guidance of Olli Glenhollow, a man in the employ of the Wyvernspur family. I spent the time learning the trade, a skill I find intriguing, and suited to my youthful studies of drawing. At the time I think of my self-set toward my future, a cartographer of Cormyr. On my 20th year finds me back in Suzail, but only for a month or so, before I allow my uncle into talking me into a merchant trade, where I venture to Westgate, Saerloon, Selgaunt, and Teziir. I am to manage the family trade in those cities with my second cousin Agrom cousin; he does most of the work, but shows me the ropes. I spend most of the time prying songs and tales from the crew, and singing and dancing with the locals. The life of a ships mate or a merchant doesn’t sit well, though the trav'el isn’t bad. Year 21, I decide to ply my trade as a minstrel; it goes ok, not too good. The family frowns on the frivolity. Year 22, in a sudden and unexplained flurry of patriotism, I sign on for a two-year tour as a Dragoneer. I make it through training, but it doesn’t stick. Eventually they’re going to release me to duty as a scribe/guard at Wheloon—figuring it’s a relatively stable border militarily speaking. I spend six months there when my history of Cartographical training comes to the fore. I end up in the Dragon Engineers, and serve as a cartographer, mapping roads, and helping to make sure the repairs to them are level as possible and such stuff. By the time I’m 23, a ranking historian in the service of the kingdom named Raferdy Ildran learns of my draftsmanship skill, and experience in both historical studies and cartography, mostly the later. He has me transferred to his ‘dig’ in the region north west of Espar (in Western Cormyr). There they’ve found ruins in the mountains and need capable Dragoneers who can both be soldiers and meet his need for knowledgable scholars. Few meet the requirements. I am a quick study; he spends the next two years teaching me the craft of archaeologist. In the mean time I listen as word reaches me of the king’s near death. By the time I’m reaching 25 (a year extra service for the interest of the material…it seemed to be an old orcish fort, estimated to be older than Cormyr. Not much was left, but it was most intriguing. He is still there studying, or so I think). Cormyr erupts in a terrible war. Azoun dies, orc’s sack and destroy Arabel, many families lose loved ones, and infighting among the nobles reaches heights they haven’t seen in some time. A baby is on the throne, and spring 1372 has arrived. Unsure where I fit in the turbulent period I look to my music, and my myths. Since my youth on the shores of the Wyvernwater I’ve had a fascination with the myths of the elvin woods. And while outside Espar I heard tales of young cormyreans, fabulously famous heroes—who after besting Whisper the Zhentarim mage from the haunted Halls in Eveningstar ventured to Shadowdale and became heroes of legend, known collectively as the Knights of Myth Drannor, one of them was even lord of that land for a time, before giving the title to a young Waterdhavian noble, what was his name? Mourngrym Amcathra…right…so many heroes come from the dales, and what does Cormyr need now but heroes…perhaps I’ll go follow my dreams and fantasies, wander the roads of those legends and myths, and find the truth underneath them. After all, Oghma teaches to seek truth, seek knowledge, uncover lies and teach others knowledge so that it won’t be lost for all time. Who better but a Cormyrean noble to venture forth in search of such truths…if I happen to make a name for myself and some coin in the process, all the better.
TimeWanderer 01-27-04, 11:55 PM	eh... that's a very long character history there. 'Fraid I couldn't match it at all. Maybe you should write a book about it all. Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic. It would make a good story.
Harlamond 01-28-04, 05:21 AM	Why thank you TimeWanderer, but I don’t think I’d be capable of writing a book I have to short of an attention span for that kind of work. I’m still amazed I was able to write something as in-depth as the above but I was very amped on making him for the campaign I was playing in at the time