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Chagrin DeMorte
Amtgard Life
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Name:
Chagrin DeMorte Les Innocents
Place of Birth:
Burning Lands
Titles:
None
Masterhoods:
None
Awards:
1 Crimson - Given by Sir Trinity 6/22/03
(damn him I was doing so good )
Group Affiliations:
Sable Pride
Misc:

Hobbies:
Drinking, killing and other bad things.
Mundane Life
Brief History:
Abandoned, dirty little street rats. Society made thieves. Our parents must really have loved us. Bah! I think we made out, even without them. And all we really needed was each other. My brother and I avoided prison in our youth, stealing only what we needed. This at least gave us an advantage to most thieves by not carrying the weight of the “loot.” But doing so, we grifters never had a chance to really settle. Always moving. Town after town. City after city. After awhile we couldn’t make our way into any town. Guards bullied us at every gate. Unable to take comfort of the city streets we trudged eastward, heading nowhere. Countless days had past and our near lifeless corpses ready to give. We stumbled upon a desert camp, somewhere deep in the Burning Lands. Not really creative but at least the name fit. I don’t really remember what happened other than waking with cool water soaked rags casing my body. “What’s your name boy?” an unfamiliar voice queried. “Huh!?” still unaware of my surroundings. “What is your name?” he repeated slowly. Oh yeah. I never introduced myself. Chagrin DeMorte at your service. Rather strange for a name. I was never properly named so I assumed this one after hearing a French Noble mumble as he passed by. Only after learning a bit of French did I learn he was right. The sorrow of death. Even the Reaper wept that he could not make right by my bereavement. But that’s the easy way out isn’t it? Now enter the brother. Alexander. He was fascinated by the Greek king of Macedon. Undefeated in battle, and ruling a great deal of the world, he was awe inspiring to my brother. He had everything while we sat in poverty. My brother swore that he too would be powerful and rule the world.
Race:
Human (French Attitude)
Birthday:
1998 (I think)
Classes:
Healer 6th Level
Wizard 1st Level
Assasin 1st Level
Monster 1st Level
If you want a more detailed description of awards, titles and credits I have, go to O.R.K. Or if you want a link click here.
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