I.Q.	12		Epson
M.E.	11
M.A.	13		Race: Human	O.C.C. Scholar	Alignment: Scrupulous
P.S.	10		H.P.: 29	S.D.C.: 5	Exp. Level: 6
P.P.	7		P.P.E: 4	I.S.P.: 0	Psionics: None
P.E.	13		Age: 43	Sex: Male	Wt. 140 lbs.  Ht. 5'8"
P.B.	14		HtH: Basic	From: G.N. Wilderness
Spd.	13		Disposition: -Conservative-

Background:  Born in the Great Northern Wilderness, Epson grew up around hatred for his race.  He lived with his father, a priest, and mother for many years in Camp Canterberry.  

Camp Canterberry was originally designed as an outpost settlement for the Eastern Kingdom, and the rising Human population that was pushing farther and farther into Wolfen territory.  The settlement was supposed to ease the blow to the wolfen and other inhabitants of the G.N. Wilderness by getting them used to the human race, and living in harmony with the human race.  The camp was initially settled by priests on a crusade to spread the word of Thoth.  However, the word was to often spread unto unwelcoming ears.

Epson went out daily with his father to provide the teachings of Thoth to whoever would listen.  Eventually, they started heading into the forest "To get down to earth with the real populace" Epson's father would say.  They went deeper and deeper, sometimes staying out longer than 1 night in the wilderness.

One faithful night, that would never leave Epson's mind, they were out on one of their pilgrimages, and were forced to camp outside through the night...

Epson woke up with a start.  14 years of age should have taught him not to be so jumpy at night, but he just couldn't stop being afraid, especially in Wolfen country.  Eh, it's just the forest leaves blowing, he tried to convince himself.  He laid back done on his side, and listened to the noises of the forest all around him.  The faint howl of a wolf sounded around him, and the running of Ridge Creek outside soothed his nerves.  Beside him, his father lay fast asleep, probably tired all out from visits made today...Droth, the troglodyte, Redmond, the old elf.   He felt his body go limp as he sat there, and listened quiet sounds around him.

Snap, a twig broke in two.  Epson shot up inside the tent like a dart.  Should I wake father? Maybe I'll just check it out first.  He got up, and left the tent.  A sigh of relief came over him as he saw nothing in the forest around him.  He went a ways down to the creek.  Jumping into the little gully he where the creek ran, he threw fresh, cool water over his face.  

He climbed back out of the gully to see a 3 torches, one in lead, moving towards his fathers tent.  3 figures, shadowed by the night stood within 5 feet of the tent.  Epson tried to scream to his father to wake up, but he couldn't, his voice wouldn't come!  The sky lit with an orange tint and a column of fire came racing down out of it incinerating his father's tent.  The front cloaked figure had his arms outstretched to the sky channeling the power.  Enough time to illuminate himself and his followers.  

Dark Priests of Utu...Epson recalled from his many hours of study of religion.  Just then he realized the stream of water going down his pants.  The fire went out, and the 3 figures left.  Epson fell to the ground, and cried himself to sleep that night in the gully.

The next morning, Redmond, was walking along that path and found the destroyed tent, and then he also heard the whimpering of the not so grown up boy.  Redmond took Epson into his arms and hugged the boy until he stopped crying, and then returned back to Epson's home where he explained it to Epson's mother.

Redmond lived in the camp the next few years, and became a father figure for Epson.  Redmond appreciated the histories and scholarly knowledge just as much as Epson's father had, and he impressed it upon the boy making Epson study only harder.  Epson almost spent more time with Redmond then his own mother.

Time went by and Epson became the old age of 30, now living on his own in the Town of Canterberry by himself.  Then Redmond died from smoke inhalation when his house caught fire from a spark in the fireplace.  Epson cried himself to sleep that night, just like he'd done so many years ago.

The next day he packed his bags and headed off down south to try and forget it all.

Just recently, Epson found his chance to start over and headed with a couple hundred others to the Isle of the Southern Cross to see not only what the future holds, but what he can forget of his past....

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