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Magnus's Introduction
. Greetings, traveller! Welcome to the invigorating and freedom-loving world of one special being. A heretic, a lunatic, a warrior, and a despoiler of worlds, but also a dreamer, a sage, a lover, and a reveller. Most of all, an enigma; for no one truly knows where he came from, and what, if anything, defined his existence before he emerged bloodied and amnesic some short while ago from the evil black forests of Darkmoore.
Physically, Magnus is a human of no discernable age - he may be 40 just as easily as 20. His frame is tall and muscular. His skin has the tinge of pale gray. Numerous old scars cover his body in a dense web. His dark eyes study things shrewdly under their dark bushy eyebrows, as the corners of his mouth twist in wicked smirk. One can read competence, aggressiveness, distinction, and pride in his carriage and demeanor.
Soon after his arrival in the world of Roton, Magnus hooked himself up with a few adventurers like himself to form a travelling band. He writes about his adventures in that party in his journals: