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MysteriousD
Star Fudge
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2014
It was the beginnings of a beautiful day. The rising sun lit up the landcape and signaling the start of new opportunities for the day. While some folk have been work since dawn, most others are beginning to wake up and prepare for their daily routines.
For Diego Vendrix, that was such a thing. He awoke from his sleep and got off of his bed before stretching. He got a pretty good night sleep for the most part. He put on his glasses and he began going through his morning routine. Diego was an Adventurer, much like alot of people were. People who honed their skills or arts in various ways to go to the world and explore long lost ruins, dungeons of various tyrants or whatever, all in the pursuit of adventure, action, profit or whatever drove them to explore lost lands or take on daring feats. Diego did it for the sense of adventure and helping people though he confesses to feeling a bit empty. Like maybe there is more he can do with his life with this. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was an average looking fellow, coming from the land of Aztlan, one of the civilizations of the Green continent. He was mildly paler than the average Aztlander, which he credited to his mom's grandparents, having light olive skin. He had black hair and soft brown eyes that tended to give his emotions away to those sharp enough to read it. He had a boyish face and despite his life of adventuring, he was a bit on the chubby side. Then again, that was namely because his mind was always his strongest aspect over his body.
He initially desired to go to a Wizarding Academy, but the teachings and programs were a bit of a letdown for him. Around that time though, he discovered something that was simpler, more practical, and just as fun. The Psion School. He went in and went on to become a Psion, having chosen the Shaper school, though his Expanded Knowledge feats he chose allowed him to learn Empathic Transfer and Hostile Empathic Transfer so he can heal himself and heal others. He was pretty balanced all around though Intelligence and Wisdom were always his highest attributes along with a surprisingly high Constitution despite not liking pain much if at all. Being a mid-level Psion, his skills allowed him to do whatever he needed to make sure he could help others.
However, there wasn't much respect toward Psions, at least, when compared to Wizards. Despite this, he didn't let it get him down. He finished his morning rituals and now showered and clothed, he pacled everything into his Bag Of Holding and left his room in the inn. It was looking to be a beautiful day. Not too hot and not too cold and with a nice breeze to boot. He was in the tavern downstairs and put down his coins to get himself a hearty breakfast While he was eating his breakfast of scrambled eggs, smokehouse sausages and a biscuit, there was something that he noticed out of the corner of his eye.
Or rather someone.
It was a female elf and a rather lovely one. She stood out a bit to say the least.
For Diego Vendrix, that was such a thing. He awoke from his sleep and got off of his bed before stretching. He got a pretty good night sleep for the most part. He put on his glasses and he began going through his morning routine. Diego was an Adventurer, much like alot of people were. People who honed their skills or arts in various ways to go to the world and explore long lost ruins, dungeons of various tyrants or whatever, all in the pursuit of adventure, action, profit or whatever drove them to explore lost lands or take on daring feats. Diego did it for the sense of adventure and helping people though he confesses to feeling a bit empty. Like maybe there is more he can do with his life with this. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was an average looking fellow, coming from the land of Aztlan, one of the civilizations of the Green continent. He was mildly paler than the average Aztlander, which he credited to his mom's grandparents, having light olive skin. He had black hair and soft brown eyes that tended to give his emotions away to those sharp enough to read it. He had a boyish face and despite his life of adventuring, he was a bit on the chubby side. Then again, that was namely because his mind was always his strongest aspect over his body.
He initially desired to go to a Wizarding Academy, but the teachings and programs were a bit of a letdown for him. Around that time though, he discovered something that was simpler, more practical, and just as fun. The Psion School. He went in and went on to become a Psion, having chosen the Shaper school, though his Expanded Knowledge feats he chose allowed him to learn Empathic Transfer and Hostile Empathic Transfer so he can heal himself and heal others. He was pretty balanced all around though Intelligence and Wisdom were always his highest attributes along with a surprisingly high Constitution despite not liking pain much if at all. Being a mid-level Psion, his skills allowed him to do whatever he needed to make sure he could help others.
However, there wasn't much respect toward Psions, at least, when compared to Wizards. Despite this, he didn't let it get him down. He finished his morning rituals and now showered and clothed, he pacled everything into his Bag Of Holding and left his room in the inn. It was looking to be a beautiful day. Not too hot and not too cold and with a nice breeze to boot. He was in the tavern downstairs and put down his coins to get himself a hearty breakfast While he was eating his breakfast of scrambled eggs, smokehouse sausages and a biscuit, there was something that he noticed out of the corner of his eye.
Or rather someone.
It was a female elf and a rather lovely one. She stood out a bit to say the least.