Fyndergald
11-14-06, 03:07 PM
Name: Fyndergald Weismoon
Race: Gnome
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Height: 2'1"
Weight: 28 lbs.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Languages: Gnomish (Common with a few new words thrown in), minor animal communication
Occupation: Talented Singer
Appearance: Fynder is a wonder to most who set their eyes upon him. He stands only just over two feet tall, coming up below most men's waistlines. Fynder is 57 years old, as is apparent through his white hair and poofy white beard. His hair on the top is quite short, and almost always covered by a tall, blue hat, the tip of which usually hangs down. He wraps himself in a large blue coat or robe which is much too large for a gnome. The bottom of the coat sometimes drags on the ground behind him as he walks, and the sleeves are too long for his arms, but he usually has them rolled up high so they won't interfere with his movement. Fynder's eyes are the color of deep sapphire, and his nose is slightly pointed. Fynder usually makes a startling first impression, and is seldom forgotten.
Personality: Fynder is loud, outgoing, and sometimes just plain crazy. His voice is more high-pitched than a man's, but he has no problem making himself heard. Being an entertainer, Fynder is always the life of the party. He has no problem making a fool of himself, or another, for a good laugh. Fynder likes to entertain, and will often convert a table or bar into a small stage and burst into song. Whenever Fynder is in front of a crowd, even if pitted against a ferocious enemy for a fight, Fynder will address his audience and make sure he always has their utmost attention. He is quite headstrong, and is apparently always right. He has a very fickle personality and changes his mind about most issues. Fynder enjoys a good bet, and doesn't hesitate to throw all his chips in at once. Also Fynder has, as many creatures of diminutive stature tend to have, a certain infatuation with gold, jewels, and other various "shiny" metals. The gnome seldom backs down on any issue, and never backs down from a fight, thinking he is as tough as when he was a strapping young lad.
Weapons/ Armor: The gnome wields many weapons. His only tangible one, however, is a long staff, or at least, long for him. The staff is two and a half feet tall, just taller than Fynder himself. It is made of maple wood, and is a gray color. Both ends of the staff are encased in a hard, metallic material not unlike steel. Fynder uses the staff as a walking stick when not fighting. He is decent with the staff, and his handling with the weapon is above average.
His only pieces of armor are his blue robe and his pointed blue hat.
Items: Voice Maximizer - Fynder carries around a technologically advanced piece of equipment which amplifies the sound of his voice. He has cleverly nicknamed it the voice maximizer. He uses this ingenious invention to sing to large groups of people when his voice alone would not be loud enough to be heard. and also to make special announcements which he wishes for others to hear about.
Familiar - Fynder has a familiar, or pet that he takes with him everywhere he goes. This pet is a small, black and gray cat which Fynder has named "Fismus" meaning "Light-hearted Companion." Fismus has emerald green eyes and weighs only seven pounds. He is a very curious creature, and often gets himself and Fynder into hairy situations. Fynder has developed a primitive communication system with the cat, and sometimes uses him as a way to gain information that he could not himself acquire. Fismus is very good friend of the gnome, and a loyal companion. He sometimes helps Fynder out when he needs it, but often is hiding from the trouble that the gnome gets himself into.
Skills: Illusion Song - Fynder can cast illusions on an enemy's mind by singing about the illusion he wishes to create. The illusions creep over the minds of all who hear the gnome's songs. He uses his creative genius to make the songs work. It helps him tremendously if he can choose an object already in sight of the target, and simply morph or change it. It takes Fynder a great deal more mental focus and concentration to create a brand new image to enter his enemy's consciousness, and often if he tries this, the target of the illusion will resist it. Even simple illusions, such as Fynder making a light appear to flicker, can be resisted by those strong of will and mind. The gnome cannot create extremely detailed images yet, for he is still training this art. Fynder can choose to see the illusion as he creates it, or to see reality as it is at any time during the song. He can see each one and switch between the two. Each image that Fynder creates drains his mental energy. The complication and detail of the illusion, along with its duration also play a part in how much energy it drains from him. The more detailed the song, and illusion, and the longer he sings it makes the spell drain more and more energy from the gnome. He can sing as many illusion songs as he has the energy for, but he tries not to sing more than two or three in day, and has not ever exceeded four (2 per battle, up to 4 per quest.)
History: "Ooooohh. Ooooohh. Blazing fires dancing in the light, the eternal sea stretches no end in sight. Wind whipping your face as you look around, hard earth under foot all across the ground." Fynder chimed into the still air. His voice was all that could be heard as he trotted along through the night; that and the steady pace of his trusty staff hitting the dirt with every step of his feet. The gnome was keeping a steady pace as he moved down a makeshift, dirt path through a silent forest. Overhead, the crescent moon peeked through small holes in the roof that the leaves of the giants trees created. Fynder was headed to a nearby city called Radasanth. He was going to try to find work there as a singer or entertainer. He had just left a small town which could not appreciate his art. He had heard that Radasanth was a great city and many people traveled there.
"Surely," Fynder mused, "Everyone in a city as huge and wondrous as Radasanth will want to hear my soothing music. People will be flocking by the thousands to come and hear me perform! I can see it now, the lights, the great audience! I will be the biggest thing since...since beer! Thousands will come from miles and miles around; from every city on Corone! No, not just Corone, but everywhere in the entire world! I'll have everyone in the world entranced by my beautiful voice. I will be the biggest star ever on the planet! Everyone will know my name. Why, they'll even start teaching about me in schools. I will be the major subject to learn about, and everyone will want to be like me one day. I'll have to take an apprentice under my wing. No, I’ll take hundreds of the laddies! Ill teach them all to sing and entrance their audiences, so that my legacy will live on forever through each and everyone one of my predecessors! That will be wonderful! I could...Ahhhhhhh!!!" Fynder's foot caught a small root and he fell headlong down a small hill. The gnome started rolling head over heal down the hill's side. "Umph! Ow! Ugh!" Fynder grumbled every time he hit the ground.
When he finally landed on level soil, after what seemed like hours of falling, Fynder was badly shaken, scratched and bruised. He got to his feet, trying to get his bearings, but he wobbled in a circle and fell back into the dirt with a "Thud." The gnome lied still for a few minutes, regaining his inner balance. He then stood up to see where he had landed. Looking up he saw steep hills on both sides of him. "Oh Farklestink!" Fynder exclaimed. He had wandered off of the path and landed himself in a deep ravine. "Well, I better get out of here quickly." He could not get back up the steep, rocky hill, but there was a small stream down in the ravine which flowed east to west. Fynder decided to follow the east route, the way the river was flowing. He stepped over to his staff, which had landed nearby and picked it up. "Albright, Giddy-up!" Fynder chanted as he hopped into a skip and followed the current of the river.
After an hour without seeing any sign of the river ending, Fynder had had enough walking. He decided to try something new. He took a few steps back and charge forward. He leaped up onto the rocky hill and scrambled with his arms and legs trying to gain some ground. Hopeless. He could not make any progress. "Son of a Sprecklesprocket!" Fynder cursed. He sighed and then decided to keep following the river. "There has to be some way out of here, and I mean to find it!" He stated triumphantly. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a rustle in the bushes next to him. Fynder, being the curious gnome that he was, and unafraid of anything,(whether from brevity or stupidity is up for decision) decided to take a look at what had made the rustling.
He stalked over to the brush and poked it with the end of his staff. The bush shook again, this time more violently. Fynder raised an eyebrow at the curious piece of vegetation. He stuck his hands in and cleared a small area of the leaves. Then he stuck his head in to get a better look. He peered in carefully. His gaze was met by a pair of small green eyes. Fynder was so surprised by the eyes that he let out a loud squeak. The pair of eyes came rushing up to his as the creature that they belonged to launched itself at the gnome's face. Fynder let out a shriek and jerked his head out of the bushes. The wild creature had attached itself to Fynder's face! He flailed around and pushed at the creature, trying to free his delicate face of the terrifying beast. He succeeded in throwing the creature to the ground. It landed nimbly on all fours. Fynder gasped and panted. He scowled at the creature, which he now could see was a small gray and black cat. It looked back at him and blinked. Fynder cocked his head at the curious creature. It mimicked him and turned its own head sideways.
Fynder burst into laughter at the sight of the creature copying him. The cat raised its ears at the sound of Fynder's laughter. It soon saw that the gnome meant it no harm. It prowled over to him and started to rub against his legs and made a strange noise that seemed to come from inside it. Fynder reached down and patted the cat on the head. "Okay then," He said, "I must be on my way. Good meeting you, friend." Fynder stepped away from the cat and resumed following the river. The cat, however, had different plans. It hopped along beside Fynder, keeping great pace. Fynder laughed again at the creature. "Have it your way. You may accompany me as you please." The cat looked at him slyly and released a small "Meow." Fynder patted the creature on the head. "If you are going to be my companion, you must certainly have a name." He thought for a brief moment, thinking of a suitable name for his new friend. "I've got it. Once, an elf gave me this nickname. It means 'light hearted companion' or something like that. Okay then, your name will be Fismus." Fynder looked at the cat, repeating his choice a few times. Then he nodded. "Okay, Fismus. We must continue." Fismus meowed again.
Race: Gnome
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Height: 2'1"
Weight: 28 lbs.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Languages: Gnomish (Common with a few new words thrown in), minor animal communication
Occupation: Talented Singer
Appearance: Fynder is a wonder to most who set their eyes upon him. He stands only just over two feet tall, coming up below most men's waistlines. Fynder is 57 years old, as is apparent through his white hair and poofy white beard. His hair on the top is quite short, and almost always covered by a tall, blue hat, the tip of which usually hangs down. He wraps himself in a large blue coat or robe which is much too large for a gnome. The bottom of the coat sometimes drags on the ground behind him as he walks, and the sleeves are too long for his arms, but he usually has them rolled up high so they won't interfere with his movement. Fynder's eyes are the color of deep sapphire, and his nose is slightly pointed. Fynder usually makes a startling first impression, and is seldom forgotten.
Personality: Fynder is loud, outgoing, and sometimes just plain crazy. His voice is more high-pitched than a man's, but he has no problem making himself heard. Being an entertainer, Fynder is always the life of the party. He has no problem making a fool of himself, or another, for a good laugh. Fynder likes to entertain, and will often convert a table or bar into a small stage and burst into song. Whenever Fynder is in front of a crowd, even if pitted against a ferocious enemy for a fight, Fynder will address his audience and make sure he always has their utmost attention. He is quite headstrong, and is apparently always right. He has a very fickle personality and changes his mind about most issues. Fynder enjoys a good bet, and doesn't hesitate to throw all his chips in at once. Also Fynder has, as many creatures of diminutive stature tend to have, a certain infatuation with gold, jewels, and other various "shiny" metals. The gnome seldom backs down on any issue, and never backs down from a fight, thinking he is as tough as when he was a strapping young lad.
Weapons/ Armor: The gnome wields many weapons. His only tangible one, however, is a long staff, or at least, long for him. The staff is two and a half feet tall, just taller than Fynder himself. It is made of maple wood, and is a gray color. Both ends of the staff are encased in a hard, metallic material not unlike steel. Fynder uses the staff as a walking stick when not fighting. He is decent with the staff, and his handling with the weapon is above average.
His only pieces of armor are his blue robe and his pointed blue hat.
Items: Voice Maximizer - Fynder carries around a technologically advanced piece of equipment which amplifies the sound of his voice. He has cleverly nicknamed it the voice maximizer. He uses this ingenious invention to sing to large groups of people when his voice alone would not be loud enough to be heard. and also to make special announcements which he wishes for others to hear about.
Familiar - Fynder has a familiar, or pet that he takes with him everywhere he goes. This pet is a small, black and gray cat which Fynder has named "Fismus" meaning "Light-hearted Companion." Fismus has emerald green eyes and weighs only seven pounds. He is a very curious creature, and often gets himself and Fynder into hairy situations. Fynder has developed a primitive communication system with the cat, and sometimes uses him as a way to gain information that he could not himself acquire. Fismus is very good friend of the gnome, and a loyal companion. He sometimes helps Fynder out when he needs it, but often is hiding from the trouble that the gnome gets himself into.
Skills: Illusion Song - Fynder can cast illusions on an enemy's mind by singing about the illusion he wishes to create. The illusions creep over the minds of all who hear the gnome's songs. He uses his creative genius to make the songs work. It helps him tremendously if he can choose an object already in sight of the target, and simply morph or change it. It takes Fynder a great deal more mental focus and concentration to create a brand new image to enter his enemy's consciousness, and often if he tries this, the target of the illusion will resist it. Even simple illusions, such as Fynder making a light appear to flicker, can be resisted by those strong of will and mind. The gnome cannot create extremely detailed images yet, for he is still training this art. Fynder can choose to see the illusion as he creates it, or to see reality as it is at any time during the song. He can see each one and switch between the two. Each image that Fynder creates drains his mental energy. The complication and detail of the illusion, along with its duration also play a part in how much energy it drains from him. The more detailed the song, and illusion, and the longer he sings it makes the spell drain more and more energy from the gnome. He can sing as many illusion songs as he has the energy for, but he tries not to sing more than two or three in day, and has not ever exceeded four (2 per battle, up to 4 per quest.)
History: "Ooooohh. Ooooohh. Blazing fires dancing in the light, the eternal sea stretches no end in sight. Wind whipping your face as you look around, hard earth under foot all across the ground." Fynder chimed into the still air. His voice was all that could be heard as he trotted along through the night; that and the steady pace of his trusty staff hitting the dirt with every step of his feet. The gnome was keeping a steady pace as he moved down a makeshift, dirt path through a silent forest. Overhead, the crescent moon peeked through small holes in the roof that the leaves of the giants trees created. Fynder was headed to a nearby city called Radasanth. He was going to try to find work there as a singer or entertainer. He had just left a small town which could not appreciate his art. He had heard that Radasanth was a great city and many people traveled there.
"Surely," Fynder mused, "Everyone in a city as huge and wondrous as Radasanth will want to hear my soothing music. People will be flocking by the thousands to come and hear me perform! I can see it now, the lights, the great audience! I will be the biggest thing since...since beer! Thousands will come from miles and miles around; from every city on Corone! No, not just Corone, but everywhere in the entire world! I'll have everyone in the world entranced by my beautiful voice. I will be the biggest star ever on the planet! Everyone will know my name. Why, they'll even start teaching about me in schools. I will be the major subject to learn about, and everyone will want to be like me one day. I'll have to take an apprentice under my wing. No, I’ll take hundreds of the laddies! Ill teach them all to sing and entrance their audiences, so that my legacy will live on forever through each and everyone one of my predecessors! That will be wonderful! I could...Ahhhhhhh!!!" Fynder's foot caught a small root and he fell headlong down a small hill. The gnome started rolling head over heal down the hill's side. "Umph! Ow! Ugh!" Fynder grumbled every time he hit the ground.
When he finally landed on level soil, after what seemed like hours of falling, Fynder was badly shaken, scratched and bruised. He got to his feet, trying to get his bearings, but he wobbled in a circle and fell back into the dirt with a "Thud." The gnome lied still for a few minutes, regaining his inner balance. He then stood up to see where he had landed. Looking up he saw steep hills on both sides of him. "Oh Farklestink!" Fynder exclaimed. He had wandered off of the path and landed himself in a deep ravine. "Well, I better get out of here quickly." He could not get back up the steep, rocky hill, but there was a small stream down in the ravine which flowed east to west. Fynder decided to follow the east route, the way the river was flowing. He stepped over to his staff, which had landed nearby and picked it up. "Albright, Giddy-up!" Fynder chanted as he hopped into a skip and followed the current of the river.
After an hour without seeing any sign of the river ending, Fynder had had enough walking. He decided to try something new. He took a few steps back and charge forward. He leaped up onto the rocky hill and scrambled with his arms and legs trying to gain some ground. Hopeless. He could not make any progress. "Son of a Sprecklesprocket!" Fynder cursed. He sighed and then decided to keep following the river. "There has to be some way out of here, and I mean to find it!" He stated triumphantly. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a rustle in the bushes next to him. Fynder, being the curious gnome that he was, and unafraid of anything,(whether from brevity or stupidity is up for decision) decided to take a look at what had made the rustling.
He stalked over to the brush and poked it with the end of his staff. The bush shook again, this time more violently. Fynder raised an eyebrow at the curious piece of vegetation. He stuck his hands in and cleared a small area of the leaves. Then he stuck his head in to get a better look. He peered in carefully. His gaze was met by a pair of small green eyes. Fynder was so surprised by the eyes that he let out a loud squeak. The pair of eyes came rushing up to his as the creature that they belonged to launched itself at the gnome's face. Fynder let out a shriek and jerked his head out of the bushes. The wild creature had attached itself to Fynder's face! He flailed around and pushed at the creature, trying to free his delicate face of the terrifying beast. He succeeded in throwing the creature to the ground. It landed nimbly on all fours. Fynder gasped and panted. He scowled at the creature, which he now could see was a small gray and black cat. It looked back at him and blinked. Fynder cocked his head at the curious creature. It mimicked him and turned its own head sideways.
Fynder burst into laughter at the sight of the creature copying him. The cat raised its ears at the sound of Fynder's laughter. It soon saw that the gnome meant it no harm. It prowled over to him and started to rub against his legs and made a strange noise that seemed to come from inside it. Fynder reached down and patted the cat on the head. "Okay then," He said, "I must be on my way. Good meeting you, friend." Fynder stepped away from the cat and resumed following the river. The cat, however, had different plans. It hopped along beside Fynder, keeping great pace. Fynder laughed again at the creature. "Have it your way. You may accompany me as you please." The cat looked at him slyly and released a small "Meow." Fynder patted the creature on the head. "If you are going to be my companion, you must certainly have a name." He thought for a brief moment, thinking of a suitable name for his new friend. "I've got it. Once, an elf gave me this nickname. It means 'light hearted companion' or something like that. Okay then, your name will be Fismus." Fynder looked at the cat, repeating his choice a few times. Then he nodded. "Okay, Fismus. We must continue." Fismus meowed again.