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Mephis the Illusionist

I am Mephis. I am six feet tall and a have fairly athletic body,if I may say so - the kind one gets through a childhood of running through wild forests, climbing ancient trees and high rooftops and swimming in ice cold rivers. Black long hair and unruly beard - though I do try to keep it as tame as it allows me. My skin is light, getting a copper glow to it after long exposures to the Summer Sun. Eyes dark as coal, but in the right light you see a faint glimmer of my mother's green eyes.

I am an observer. A listener, mostly. You learn a lot more when by listening than by talking. I have learned also that if you do know how to listen you also make friends more easily. I tend to be calm and reserved in others company, but it is in the wilderness I loose myself. The feel of wind in my face, branches and thorns brushing and breaking through my skin, the ice cold of the river in my body. That is where I feel most alive.

The Illusionist, they call me. So known for my skill at seemingly shaping reality at will - perhaps a coin materialising where none was to be found moments before, a sudden appearance out of the shadows or even vanishing unto them.
Simple tricks, nothing more than smoke and mirrors. People often see what they expect and ignore what they do not.

This has been my nature as far back as I can recall and I have embraced it long ago.

And so I set myself unto the world, in the hopes of learning more about this Art. There is so much to learn from everyone - Lords and Thieves, Holy Men and Sinners, Brawlers and Wizards. Everyone believes in something and Belief has the power to shape Reality. If one is aware of this, one could even be a Ruler of Kings. But me? I am more interested in simply learning the most I can. Thus, I shall be able to craft my own path.

Illusionist Mephis

Advisor Description

It was the day I arrived to Town. I was exhausted from my travels and so I hastened to find the local Tavern, hoping to find a place to rest my head. Having a bed for the night, I decided to go for a short walk to stretch my legs from the long journey. It was a pleasantly warm evening, winter having finally let go of its cold grasp. A pale crescent moon hanged in the sky, giving enough light to just about see one's way. The air smelled of new beginnings as much as it did from manure from the Stables just ahead. I felt refreshingly at ease. And yet…

Somehow, I felt I was being watched. The same feeling had already taken over me inside the Tavern, but it was much stronger now. I stretched my arms above my neck, raised my head and inhaled the spring air as I casually strolled down the street right in view of everyone that would care to watch me. Until I was not.

Slipping into the shadows was second nature to me. As I vanished, a short, burly man appeared from behind a wall and ran down the street to the place I had just vanished from. 'Oh no, oh no, no, no. That's ma job done 'n' gone. Oh no, no, no. What shall the good Lady say.'

A crystal clear laughter broke the stillness of the night, as a white figure appeared from inside the Stables.

'Milady! You shouldn't be wanderin' outside by yerself! I will lose ma head if yer Lord father finds out. Where's Galen? He should be guardin' ye?'
'Oh, Arren. You have known me for a long, long time.'
Even though her face was hidden behind a hood you could hear her smirk in her words.
'What about the job I gave you?'
'Milady, I... He… he was just… then he just… '
She laughed. Not a mocking laughter, simple amusement. She pushed her hood back and looked straight into my eyes, seeing right through the shadows. She was a tall, slender woman, probably about my height. Pale skin, blond almost white hair and very blue eyes. Her eyes. I felt they could pierce right through me. They were cunning and full of intelligence and strength, but nonetheless they were kind. She was studying me. Her face, in the faint moonlight, felt somewhat familiar, though I could not place it.
She smiled kindly at me and I walked out of the shadows, much to Arren's surprise.

Lady Fjala, an aristocrat. A foreign diplomat, or so she described herself. She seemed convinced we could benefit each other, in the long run. That night I became her protege. She never explained why she took an interest in me, but somehow I trust her…

Mephis the Illusionist Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

The Beauty of Lady Fluke

Upon a sturdy face
Gentle green eyes,
but beyond its depths
Fierce strength lies.

Lips thin and long
coloured in a red tint,
Her breath soft and soothing
feels like freshly cut mint.

But judge ye her broad figure
And it won't be long
Until ye feel upon yerself
The sharpness of her tongue.

And ye shall feel
The strength and might of Lady Fluke
For she is a woman of more passion
Than any Prince or any Duke.

Illusionist Mephis

Reflections on your mother

I remember my mother fondly. She was a wise woman and much of what I am today, I owe it to her. She always urged me to push myself harder and further. Even when I failed, she would smile and congratulate me while giving advice on how to improve. She was inflexible, even harsh, when it came to the fulfilment of duties, but always allowed me to try to do things my own way.
I can't help but have a smile on my face when I recall the way her voice would betray her as she would attempt to scold me for coming too late for supper with mud all over me.

Looking back, I see how much I miss her and how much she is responsible for who I am today. I do not know what lies beyond this life, but if in any way she can see me, I hope she is smiling.

Illusionist Mephis

Why Am I Mephis?

The encounter with the young child made me wonder about my own self. Good. What does that mean? I have never considered myself to be good or evil. I tend to mistrust black and white judgements of character. And yet, I felt there was a certain mix of honesty and innocence in the way that child said the word 'Good'. In a way that made it mean more than it generally does in the mouth of adults when they talk of good and bad. I take a closer look at myself and wonder: what do I value most? Honesty. Trust. I value an ill action done with a honest heart more than a good action done with an ill one. Does this make me good?

Mephis the Illusionist

Mephis was always a reckless one. Too quick to jump into action, looking for the next big thing. But life does not work that way and here he lies, death. A spear thrust unto his side, blood and guts having spilled the ground. He never made a name for himself and so, on a unnamed grave he shall remain for all eternity.