Jowin Fazbolt

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I was never one for text based rpgs of days gone by, the directions always got me lost but, I have to say that as for Role playing through text I'm golden with. I just have never done a campaign setting through text, but I should have no problems. Also thank you for replying, I appreciate it very much.

As a mere infant he was left in a dismal alleyway, to die or to be found, it is uncertain. Though luck on his side a group of destitute people with little to offer, gave him a chance at life. They named him Jowin Fazbolt, the mother figure of the group named him Jowin for his caring features. Fazbolt was because what who most would tag as the awkward uncle thought it sounded Gnomish. As he became older, he tried to play with the other kids in the street, being a Gnome and homeless doesn't help in such things. Eventually, due to his poor living conditions, Jowin became very ill only surviving through pure physical fortitude. At the cost of his right hand, it was stricken with a terrible shaking. Unable to hold anything in a stable fashion. He began training his left hand to do what his right did once. As time passed Jowin became amazing with his left hand to the point it was better than his right ever could. The years leading to becoming a teenager, were perilous for Jowin. His inquisitive nature got him into a lot of trouble and never getting the hit of when to drop something. It eventually got him into a fight in the merchant district of his town. Surrounded by four teens with weapons he looked to anyone around for help and none was offered not even a glance. As they got closer the door behind Jowin busted open with a gnome seeming to be a hundred plus years in age. He told the kids to run off, but his demand was not fulfilled. They attacked the two gnomes with no success and ran after being disarmed. The older Gnome introduced himself as Halmos Ethero. After questions a plenty spewed from Halmos and hearing Jowin's story the Gnome smiled, gesturing for Jowin to enter. Inside Halmos offered him a apprenticeship in cartography, learning to tinker, and even how to fight off would be fools. As Jowin worked and train, he gave money to the family who raised him. Years pass and now a young adult in Gnome years, awoke to see Halmos had gone missing. Only thing he left for Jowin to find was a small black mouse in a tiny box. Knowing something had to be very wrong for Halmos to just up and leave for no reason, Jowin gathered everything he needed. He heard talk of a town called Gashmere and was going to investigate there. Before he set out with his mouse he stopped by to say good by to his family. After tears sprang from their eyes they were happy he was leaving that dreadful town. They gave him a heartfelt goodbye along with a letter filled written with copious amounts of love. Jowin set out and landed in Gashmere, now locked into the city he heads to the tavern to see if they had seen Halmos.

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