
Name: Feanor Taonkracht
Class: Necromancer
Biography: Very little is known about Feanor's origins and early childhood. It is only reliably known that in his early years, Feanor became an orphan and ended up on the streets of the city. But Feanor didn't complain – after all, he was alive, which meant he was luckier than many of his "colleagues." And so the boy lived, picking pockets from careless citizens, sleeping under a bridge, and running away from the city guard.
Later, he became a member of the Order of Guardians – a secret organization engaged in "maintaining balance in the world." Feanor was brought to the Guardians' headquarters, where the young man was given clothes, shoes, food, a place to stay, and enrolled in training – he had plenty of talent, but his education was lacking.
Feanor could have become an excellent agent of the Order, but... life, now that he was a young man, took another sharp turn.
Feanor simply didn't get along with the Guardians. In the Order, almost everything annoyed him – the silly pomposity of the Guardians, who proclaimed themselves to be almost the saviors of the universe, their complete inactivity against the backdrop of constant gloomy prophecies and cries that something urgently needed to be done, the way the members of the Order treated him condescendingly and never justified their actions...
The only thing that kept Feanor at the Guardians' citadel was his studies. When he decided that he knew everything he wanted to know, he said goodbye to the Guardians and left, telling his former colleagues what he thought of them, and slamming the door loudly behind him. Firmly resolving not to join any order again, Feanor set out to travel the world and seek new knowledge.
Inventory: Worn gray cloak, dagger, staff.
Second skill: Water magic (I sincerely apologize to Zubr)
Bonus from gender: Might
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