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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GnomeWorks" data-source="post: 556112" data-attributes="member: 162">Here's what I wrote up for this concept - it poses for a history, and also presents his opinions of a few things...-----I am blind... enter my world... I cannot see... a world of a shattered mind, a shattered history, a shattered body... but I see more clearly than you ever will...Samahtar is my name – it is elven, meaning “Mind Warrior”.  How fitting that name is... considering that I chose it.  I was given no name upon my birth, and many simply refer to me as “blind one”.I am one of the few children of the forsaken elves that was born after the Titanswar.  Like many of my kind's children, I am deformed... however, my deformity was not as severe as others...I have no eyes.I am naturally blind.  I have no means of sight, though through my studies I have learned that, eventually, I may be able to call upon a power within myself and see with my mind's eye.For I am one of the chosen ones – one of those that has been afflicted by the wonderful diseases of the Slarecians and gained the powers of the mind.  That ever so delicious word... psionics.Power!  Control!  Domination!These are the tenants of the Slarecians, and I agree with them wholeheartedly.  All of my life, I have been rejected, reviled, and feared – either because of my apperanace, or because of my abilities.  I was not sent away to a human settlement because of my defects, but I was an outcast even among my own people, who themselves are outcasts.  To be an outcast from the outcasts is... unsettling.It is in the secrets of the Slarecians that I find comfort.  Knowing that I rely on no being other than myself for strength, for power... and even now, as my frail body continues to wither further, my mental prowess ever increases.  The mental arena is my playground – and though I am no match for anything in the physical world, those foolish enough to confront me in mental conflict soon see the error that they have made.I loath other beings... though I am deformed, I have much ambition... one day, all those who sneer at me will bow before me, plead for mercy... and I will not give it to them.  I will destroy them, one by one, their dying wails as sweet music to my ears, my mental sight showing me the faces of horror upon my victims' faces as they watch yet another of their number die...Though I cannot read, I can touch engraved objects and “read” them.  I have little understanding of Elf or Common, but I can speak Slarecian with ease.  I know that it is through those ancient people that I will come to the height of my powers.  Only they can teach me how to unlock the powers hidden deep within my subconscious.All of my people are fools!  They throw out those they think are weak... but I shall return, far more powerful than their fallen god, and they shall all cower in fear at my power...But not now... no, it is too soon.  I do not posess enough power.  I must learn more... I must find one who knows the ways of the Slarecians, and learn all that I can.  There will be a day, when all of my dark thoughts become reality, and all of the world becomes my plaything... but that day is not today, nor will it be anytime soon.  I recognize that there is much work ahead of me... but I will not lose sight of my goals... never...-----Whee!  This is going to be a fun game, eh? <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></blockquote>

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