Sir
07-20-16, 10:35 AM
Chapter 1: My Life Before
I had once been loved, in ways most only dream of. There’d been a little girl, with big dark eyes and black curls that fell around a face with the best smile. Amira. I don’t remember much of my early life, other than her. She used to carry me around, locked under one arm as she ran through fields and dashed with the other children down alleys rolling hoops with a stick or racing along in games with rules that seemed to change every time.
Did I mention I was her toy bear? I’d been sewn by her grandmother, each stitch set with all the love in the world. I’d been given to her when she could barely crawl, and became her constant companion as she learned to walk and then run.
The life of a beloved toy is a simple one, but filled with powerful magic. There are things that move through the dark and with warmth and loyalty, I kept them at bay. Until one night Amira’s mother brought home a mirror. It was a small trinket, found at market. It was framed in Fallien glass with a few pretty stones set along the edges. It wasn’t just a mirror, though. It’s a terrible thing to be unable to tell the people you love when they’re in danger.
Each night something terrible would peek out of the mirror and I would try and keep it back. The strength of Amira’s love gave me power, you see. My magic was strong, I thought.
Until one night it reached out and grasped me from my girl’s arms.
It wasn’t long, I think, before I awoke. I wasn’t home anymore, though. I wasn’t nestled against Amira, lost in the tangle of arms and warm quilts. I was cold, and alone, and… big.
I woke up as a big man in the middle of an autumn forest. As golden leaves fell around me and I found my reflection in a nearby pond, I realized the demon that had been brought into my child’s home had surely cursed me. I knew nothing about being a man, about the armor that clad by body or the hammer in my hand. But I did know a thing or two about protecting a little girl from awful things in the night. I just needed to find her, and then I would use this new form to smash that mirror.
Surely, I thought, that would return me to my soft form, ready to cuddle and protect once more.
Sir Sargeant Fuzzibuns
Race:
Cursed Human
Height:
6’3”
Weight:
230lbs
Appearance
A hulking middle aged man, with salt and pepper hair and tanned skin hidden under armor. The bearskin cloak he wears has a hood made of the bear's head. His eyes are a cold pale blue, a scar splits the left eyebrow. His nose has the crooked mark of having been broken before. A full beard covers his chin and mouth, the same mix of black and grey as his hair.
Equipment
# Iron Warhammer
# Iron Plate Armor
# Bearskin Cloak
Abilities
# Shield Magic
-3 times per day, Sir can summon a shield that can deflect weak (below level 3) magical attacks or buffer somewhat against stronger magical attacks. Magical attacks above level 7 cannot be deflected. The shield will last 5 posts or until it deflects a spell in which case it will disperse the next post.
#Strength of the Bear
-1 time per day, Sir can imbue himself with otherworldly strength. He gains 2x strength for 3 posts.
I had once been loved, in ways most only dream of. There’d been a little girl, with big dark eyes and black curls that fell around a face with the best smile. Amira. I don’t remember much of my early life, other than her. She used to carry me around, locked under one arm as she ran through fields and dashed with the other children down alleys rolling hoops with a stick or racing along in games with rules that seemed to change every time.
Did I mention I was her toy bear? I’d been sewn by her grandmother, each stitch set with all the love in the world. I’d been given to her when she could barely crawl, and became her constant companion as she learned to walk and then run.
The life of a beloved toy is a simple one, but filled with powerful magic. There are things that move through the dark and with warmth and loyalty, I kept them at bay. Until one night Amira’s mother brought home a mirror. It was a small trinket, found at market. It was framed in Fallien glass with a few pretty stones set along the edges. It wasn’t just a mirror, though. It’s a terrible thing to be unable to tell the people you love when they’re in danger.
Each night something terrible would peek out of the mirror and I would try and keep it back. The strength of Amira’s love gave me power, you see. My magic was strong, I thought.
Until one night it reached out and grasped me from my girl’s arms.
It wasn’t long, I think, before I awoke. I wasn’t home anymore, though. I wasn’t nestled against Amira, lost in the tangle of arms and warm quilts. I was cold, and alone, and… big.
I woke up as a big man in the middle of an autumn forest. As golden leaves fell around me and I found my reflection in a nearby pond, I realized the demon that had been brought into my child’s home had surely cursed me. I knew nothing about being a man, about the armor that clad by body or the hammer in my hand. But I did know a thing or two about protecting a little girl from awful things in the night. I just needed to find her, and then I would use this new form to smash that mirror.
Surely, I thought, that would return me to my soft form, ready to cuddle and protect once more.
Sir Sargeant Fuzzibuns
Race:
Cursed Human
Height:
6’3”
Weight:
230lbs
Appearance
A hulking middle aged man, with salt and pepper hair and tanned skin hidden under armor. The bearskin cloak he wears has a hood made of the bear's head. His eyes are a cold pale blue, a scar splits the left eyebrow. His nose has the crooked mark of having been broken before. A full beard covers his chin and mouth, the same mix of black and grey as his hair.
Equipment
# Iron Warhammer
# Iron Plate Armor
# Bearskin Cloak
Abilities
# Shield Magic
-3 times per day, Sir can summon a shield that can deflect weak (below level 3) magical attacks or buffer somewhat against stronger magical attacks. Magical attacks above level 7 cannot be deflected. The shield will last 5 posts or until it deflects a spell in which case it will disperse the next post.
#Strength of the Bear
-1 time per day, Sir can imbue himself with otherworldly strength. He gains 2x strength for 3 posts.