| Trofim Kabakian | |
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| The power of the talking skull compels you! | |
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| Race: Human | |
| Gender: Male | |
| Born: 12th Korda, 1194 CA | |
| Home Region: Deepfoot Swamp | |
| Age: 27 | |
| Class: Cleric(Madness,Weather) Wizzard! |
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| Eye color: Blue | |
| Hair color: Blond | |
| Party Status: Inactive | |
| Affiliation: Zairith and Lethiriss |
Insane human cleric discoverer of true magic, who with his old skull friend Beridze traverses the land to spread his insanity further the cause of people's magic and demask the wizards lie-mages.
The history of Trofim Kabakian made sense of.
Trofim was born to a peasant family in the Deepfoot swamp, as the third in a pro gression of 6 children. His life was boring and uneventful as peasant life goes, until at about the age of 10. Trofim, when a group of entertainers came to the village, took interest in a dropout wizard performing feats of prestidigitation , and other minor spells for entertainment. When asked to show him how to do it, the man babbled something about spark, and innate talent… Now, this didn't exactly put Trofim off… like when his uncle told him he was t oo young to reap with a scythe.. and he succeeded, just at the expense of nearly cutting off his right thumb when sharpening it. He observed the man for several hours, went home and tried to mimic the same ha nd motions and all… and trying… The next day, he and his father were plowing. The tired Trofim didn't exactly co ncentrate, and ignored a large rock on the field which caused him to break off t he plow's front blade. With an angry father approaching.. he unwittingly repeated the same hand gesture - he was doing it for hours by now, and to surprise of both, and his satisfacti on, the broken-off piece grew back. Of course the man was lying! Anyone can do magic, it's just enough to try!
As wizards were not so unknown in the swamps, and having someone learned in the family was a boon, his father sold a cow, and packed young Trofim to Lorellon wi th the nearest caravan of marketeers. There, he found the nearest wizard guild and tried to apply for training…. As a demonstration, they required to perform the same prestidigitation feat from before, which Trofim was unable to do, by what was shown… A pattern started to show itself - another bunch of arcanists claiming he has no ability, isn't and never will be a mage. Trofim proceeded to argue against, and to the guildmaster's shock and anger, som ehow summoned several litres of water above him… which proceeded in it's cours e dictated by gravity.
For this public insult, and subsequent refusal to submit to the guards , Trofim got arrested, and spent three months in the city dungeon, thinking about magic, about it's traitorous "masters" speaking to himself and fending off the rats. As days went, something in his mind began to answer on it's own, and he felt co mpelled to dig through a pile of mess in the cell. Inside among rat corpses and newer bones, he found an old-looking cracked human skull. The second voice got clearer - of course it was the skull, like in the stories h is grandmother told when the women were scraping feathers! The supposedly skull 's voice called itself Beridze, and told him he once was working to unravel the mages' deception, and break their control over magic… That day when another rat tried to eat his daily ration he waved a gesture towar ds it while holding the skull and the rat suddenly died. His existence in the cell became significantly better, having rats to eat as wel l (he noticed that if performing a particular gesture, the meat stopped smelling and he didn't get sick) and a "companion"
When released, he refused to return home with failure, instead, rented a cheap hut with the rest of his money, and soon, the citizens got to know a youth with swamp accent who was crazy but mended tools for little money, and killed pests w ithout using poison or traps, which more often than not got stray cats and dogs instead.
Years went, and he continued in practicing his "true magic" speaking of it to an yone willing to listen, when a bunch of thugs decided that he might be easy to r ob and dispose of… Unluckily they caught him awake, with the result that one g ot confused and hit his friend, sparking a brawl where as the third one got kill ed with a combination of Inflict lesser wounds and fire iron, causing the others to flee.