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Bahakur the Wizard

I, am Bahakur. I was given this name because on my native language it means "Fire that Rains from Above" for the time I was born, a meteor shower was happening. I am at the age of 12.1 or 16 according to the years of man. I am known as the Wizard, for my natural talent with magic and sorcery since very young age.

I was born an Elf because my parents were both elves.

I stand 6'3 tall with a skinny body. I have white hair with big blue eyes. My dark skin and a gothic appearance in general makes me unique.

I intend to excel in magic and sorcery in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. Thus, I now start this path towards complete victory.

Wizard Bahakur

A Sentimental Value: Dagger

Although my childhood home was a complete mess after the tragic event, I didn't want to leave with taking something that made me remember my childhood.
As I was searching the old house, I came across an old dagger. This one was told to be a ritualistic dagger, used by my family members for generations, and was going to be passed to me by my mother. The dagger was made of a dark silvery metal, with a dark red gem on the pommel.

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Since I entered The Town I had the sensation of being watched by something or someone in the shadows. This feeling deepened as I wandered the streets and buildings in the Town. When I was at the graveyard looking for some tombstone with a familiar name, or another clue, my suspicions got revealed. In the shadows, behind a tall tombstone there was a figure, dressed with a dark velvet cloak. From the distance I could only see the eyes under the cloak's shadow. As the figure noticed that was seen by me, she expressed a smile.
I approached the figure and soon went to ask who she was, and why she been following me.
She stared at me, not saying a word. As she approached in silence, and noticing I wasn't afraid of her, and not moving an inch back she asked if I didn't remember her from my early childhood.
I looked puzzled, and went to answer no, but she was faster than me and removed the cloak from her head. Then she revealed her deep blue eyes and golden blond hair. "Do you remember me now?" she asked. "You turned into a handsome boy. The same eyes as your mother!". Funny to notice, that she had the same glowing blue eyes also. "Yes, I have the same eyes too." she said, almost like reading my mind. "I'm your aunt. Your mother was my sister, dear nephew!"
At last I've found someone familiar, although I didn't saw my mother's sister for like ages, at least was someone I knew I could trust.
I run into my aunt's arms, as I hugged her. She hugged me back.