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Author: PepsiE
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I was born in 1048AE in Ashford, Ascalon and named Vladimir Vlastov. My Father-Serghiy Vlastov was a Kurzick Noble from Arborstone; my Mother-Trina Sedgwick was a collector from Foible’s Fair. I grew up there until I was 6 and our family moved away to Kryta. By then I had a sister, Callissa who was 2 years old. After leaving my friends ‘Spud’, Martyn and Cynn behind. I was forced to play with my sister as I had no new friends. I missed the days of Flame tag, in which Cynn and I tracked down Spud and Martyn and blasted then with flames, they always hid near the river, where they could jump in. I was bullied in my new school, particularly by Terath Hablion, the obnoxious future Justiciar of the White Mantle. When I was 10 years old I discovered that I had more skills then just setting people and things alight, I learned how to concentrate it to areas harming only those I wanted it to. I learnt to blast fire at targets without setting it alight. As I grew older my skills excelled although I was modest about them, a big change to now as I boast about them and show off as much as I can.
When I was 17, adulthood beckoning, I decided to leave home. So, 1 month after I turned 18 I packed my belongings said goodbye to my mother and father, Callissa and little baby Namar. The journey to the Gates of Kryta was treacherous enough and now the Shiverpeaks loomed ahead. I set up camp at Griffon’s Mouth but it was far too cold and I decided to press on. By midnight I made it to Beacon’s Perch and stopped in a kindly dwarf’s house. I moved on quickly and amazingly enough I was in Ascalon 2 days later. I ‘hitched a ride’ with some explorers on there way back to the capital. I moved into a house in Ashford and found my friends now working in the Ascalon army. I decided to join and as they could only afford to rent out a flat I decided to let them share mine as my ‘Roomies.’
I started learning the ways of the Necromancer even though my nickname was ‘Pepsi Elemental’ and, under Munne’s guidance, became strong in the ways of Death magic.
I finished my Necromancer training in the year 1068 at age 20.By then Cynn, Martyn, Spud and I had already become a formidable group along with Mhenlo and Devona. Wiping out many of the Charr we became even more hated by Bonfaaz Burntfur than other humans but we still weren’t the best in the business.
We formed a small guild and went to war with the guilds of Orr.
Of course, this lead to the destruction of the nation, who just weren’t ready for the Charr invasion. In 1070AE, a sad year, one of my other friends, Largo Quinn was killed in action. From then on I felt more then just hate for the Charr, it was deeper, despite the thousands they had killed in cold blood one of them had been very close to me. I didn’t want to take revenge on the Charr that killed him, I wanted revenge on the whole army, the whole race even. So after a few weeks on the front line I felt a bit better killing countless Charr. Although it felt good at the time it’s quite shameful. I swore vengeance and I got it but that didn’t satisfy my appetite I had to go back for more, I was bloodthirsty and even worse than my enemies. It doesn’t make sense really, people look on the Charr as monsters and yet Vladimir Vlastov was a hero. I was delirious and I didn’t know what I was doing. Then a few months later I had redeemed myself but then I snapped. Largo’s brother, the traitorous Footman Quinn was at Largo’s grave with someone else by his side. Suddenly they began smashing the headstone with heavy hammers.
“Oy” I screamed at them “that’s my friend’s grave” showing no mercy I struck Quinn down and summoned a flesh golem to take care of the other. Two months after the searing I was tried for murder in the high court of Ascalon. Overcome with grief, as Spud had died, hit by a flare, I failed to give them a straight answer. Realizing I was not well, the judge referred me to a psychiatrist for help. After he had helped me get back on track I exiled myself to the Crystal Desert. While out wandering I came across a copy of myself patrolling around, at first I thought it was a mirage but I discovered it was the legendary Doppelganger, I defeated it and became ‘ascended’ meaning I could travel to the underworld. I travelled their at once and begged Grenth for forgiveness. He said I should face my father and confess. I thanked him for his guidance and he somehow teleported me to the door of my family’s home. The gods never cease to amaze me. I stepped through the door and greeted my mother she flung her arms around my neck and said I grown so much. I asked where dad was and she explained. He had been summoned to Fort Aspenwood and had died in a Luxon ambush. “I…I…I…” I stumbled on my words as a tear rolled down my cheek. I then threw myself towards the door. “I need to rethink my life!” I yelled. I lived in Vizunah Square, Kaineng City, Cantha for two years. I didn’t do much just think about what I would do if I went back, although I became a master locksmith. I came to a decision. I was going to leave my soldier days behind and lead as normal life as possible in Kryta.
Here I am now. Its 1085AE and I’m approaching my 37th birthday.
I still wonder what may have happened if I hadn’t lost my cool so many times, maybe I’d be dead. Maybe I would have become Sir Vladimir. Who knows, maybe sometime I’ll redeem myself. But for now I’ll focus on my family and take everything life throws at me, step by step. This is where I sign off, this is where I begin a new life…
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