Post by xanthiuspenguin on Mar 14, 2007 22:54:10 GMT -5
My life and my journies have not been long, but have been met with trouble in many places. I was born eighteen years ago to a sleeper named Augusta. My father is unknown, save that I know he visited my mother's room. I assume that I look something like him, as the memories I have of my mother are nothing of how I look.
I was born in the far northern wastelands and raised by the community at the local tavern while my mother worked at night. I slept in a room next to the room she worked in, but she would join me once I was finished. When I turned six, the Gods stole my mother from me. I was taken in by the mistress of the tavern, Teynim, and continued to live there. Once I turned fifteen, I was turned out on my own with nothing but a crust of bread. I set out for other parts.
Much has happened since then, but I will spare the details, except to say that I no longer speak. Events so tragic befell me that I simply forgot how. That is why I am known as Xanthius the Silent.
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I was born in the far northern wastelands and raised by the community at the local tavern while my mother worked at night. I slept in a room next to the room she worked in, but she would join me once I was finished. When I turned six, the Gods stole my mother from me. I was taken in by the mistress of the tavern, Teynim, and continued to live there. Once I turned fifteen, I was turned out on my own with nothing but a crust of bread. I set out for other parts.
Much has happened since then, but I will spare the details, except to say that I no longer speak. Events so tragic befell me that I simply forgot how. That is why I am known as Xanthius the Silent.
{{ Little Penguin in-world, Xanthius Penguin in RP }}
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