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Post by Dyrand on Tue May 06, 2014 8:14 pm

I am an alchemist and a technomancer combined into one mortal being!
I eat ONLY the purest of pure essence.

I destroy weaklings, such as these V

Obviously, running around with a scythe is all fun and games until I come and flip them onto their head.
But after that I would then slice them open and chew the magical dust they are composed of then spit it out because i definitely don't eat magical dust.

Here is an example of the magical dust I sell.

Honestly, I know the example of magical dust looks very similar to something else, but please be assured that it is not what you think it is.
If you are still interested in magical dust I sell it at the amazingly low price of 10 for 1gp!


Now, on to my life story:

Life Story:
Over the years, I have had friends have come and go. Technically, they don't 'go' anywhere, they are always there. They just are in the back of your mind, or on the tip of your tongue or a phone call away, especially when you remember that it was one of them that borrowed your lawnmower about 6 years ago and now you REALLY need it.

But as friends go, we can never have enough. Whether it's the one friend you call when you have locked yourself out of the house in while in your underwear getting the newspaper that was 'just out of reach' or it's the person you call just when you are feeling low, having locked yourself out of the house while in your underwear just as the Fourth of July parade comes down your block.

In my mind, one particular person stands out.

During my formative years of 14 to around 16, I didn't get along with my family too well. I was going through that adolescent phase that psychologists call 'being a total prick to everyone'.

In that time, my parents and I were at odds many many times. I couldn't talk to them and they didn't understand me. My brothers and I fought all the time. I was probably not a decent person. When I look back now, I didn't understand myself even. With the onset of puberty, hormones, high school, girl trouble and adulthood all rolled into one, I was a mess. There were a lot of arguments at home. A lot of confrontation. It just wasn't pleasant.

My parents had pinned their hopes on sending me to a Baptist Boys camp, with the desire that I would stay out of trouble. At least for a summer. For awhile I did, but there is only so much that even the Baptists can do when you believe your world is on fire and you can't put it out.

On one of the many trips that the Baptists sent me and 5 other miscreants on, we were introduced to a counselor named Richard Lannen. He seemed to be generally interested in our problems and he had some problems himself with his own son (actually his 'son' was a kid that was a few years older than any of us, but Rich had raised him almost by himself). Together we talked and worked out a lot of the problems that all of us had.

We all grew to trust him and we found that we were able to talk to him and he would listen, unlike how our parents weren't able to. Over that summer, the 5 of us all became close friends. We shared a lot of laughs and a lot of problems.

Rich's life was not without adversity. He had recovered from a number of heart attacks. He was a Vice President at a very large corporation and many times seemed to be under a lot of stress. But he always took the time to listen to what we said. If we had a hot date, he would loan us his car (even though we didn't even have a drivers license between us). If we had problems with a girl, he gave us advice. If we needed to borrow a couple of dollars, Rich was always there. As long as we were honest with him, he trusted us more than many of us had seen even in our own homes.

From that summer on, if we ever had a problem, Rich was there if we needed to bend someone's ear or to figure out a solution to any of the many troubling things that a kid growing up had. The most important thing he ever said to me was "That regardless of what you have or want, you always need your faith". In my 15 year old mind I said "Yeah, right… that and about a million bucks".

But regardless of our tentativeness towards his somewhat 'preachyness', Rich always was a stand-up, give you good advice guy. We spent many days sitting in his back yard having a soda, or taking a bunch of us out to a baseball game or just commenting on the news of the day in his living room. In today's world, people might give a guy like Rich some strange looks, but back then, it was something not only out of the ordinary, but was something that took a lot of courage to do. Rich always went out of his way to help people, especially kids, who were either in trouble or who just needed a friend.

A couple of years after we first met him, his health wasn't so good. He wasn't getting around like he used to. He had suffered a few 'small' attacks that had left him weaker, but he always was still in good spirits. He underwent some surgery. But he always seemed to get better. He wasn't afraid of death. His religion and belief in God were his crutches when he himself was low, tired or not able to get around well. At hardly 16, I thought to myself 'this was one tough guy who will probably live forever'.

I was wrong.

One a hot summer day before my 16th birthday, in 1977, Richard Lannen passed away in the same living room that we all had talked so many times. His funeral wasn't very large and notably absent were a lot of the kids that hung out with him and talked. I found it strange and surreal that on that day, that I lost one of the only people that we could talk to openly and many of the kids that he somewhat raised didn't even bother to say goodbye.

Now 25 years later, I find myself a few times a year wandering over to his gravesite to clear off the leaves in the fall or to cut back the grass in the spring. I don't know that many people from back then remember those times. But I still do. Rich was truly a friend and keeping up his marker is the least that I could do to repay him for just being there to listen.
I don't know how many times since then his 'sermons' have rung in my ears, By today's standards, they probably still would be preachy. But I still remember them.

And when I am having a hard time with life, or something has me feeling down, or I just need to share a moment with a friend, I still talk to him and have 'faith' that he is still listening. I think he would have liked how I turned out.
End of Story.
TL:DR of Life Story:
That actually wasn't my life story

 
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Post by Im Polar on Tue May 06, 2014 9:12 pm

Welcome =o nice intro xD

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