Keihlan Jelar
Name: Keihlan Jelar
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Class: Wizard
Weapons: A mere belt knife and his magic
Class abilities: Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom
Starting Equipment: He has some rations, his belt knife, his books (that he keeps very closely guarded), some rope, and quills and Ink.
Reason for Entering the Buried City: He claims to be just another adventurer, but there is an odd, unsettling, shifty look in his eyes, a hungry look.
Bio: The Life of Keihlan Jelar is a simple and sad one. Born to wealthy nobles as the sixth child, there was no room for him in their estate, which is to say they had no need or want for him. He spent early life being tutored, finding that he had a natural talent for research and study. Feeling no love from his parents, Keihlan, who was a good and loving boy, found himself spending much time among the servants. His siblings sneered at his desire to spend time among the "lesser" class, but he had never felt much love from them anyway. The servants displayed proper love and affection for the boy, which is why it hurt so much when his ill tempered father would have them beaten for minor mistakes. He protested every time, of course, but his father disregarded this as stupidity and rebellion, and had him beat right along with the servants.
Eventually his rebellion was seen as too much, and he was sent away to study under a wizard. He was actually somewhat excited for this. His studies had not allowed him to research the mage-crafts, and he had already mastered math at his young age of fifteen. The Wizard had no need or want for a student, though, and instead set the young Keihlan about as a type of servant. The Wizard was far more cruel than his father, using magic to torture the boy for his mistakes. When he had free time, Keihlan would sneak books away to study them, learning minor magic, or walk out into the nearby woods, where he found a kindly old man who lived alone with a small horde of cats, dogs, wolves, and foxes.
The old man treated Keihlan with respect and friendship, and helped him in his studies. He was a very learned old man, a powerful wizard, witch made Keihlan wonder why he lived alone. He asked this of the man one day, and the man responded with "Humans... take time to learn. They always do, of course, they always come to their senses, but they will not with me. Not before I go." Keihlan's studies excelled under the man, but it seemed he earned a new scar every week, which concerned the old man greatly. He had come to look at the elderly man as a father, and in turn the old man looked at him as a son. Keihlan delighted in the animals company, and the old man knew much that wasn't written in books.
One day, Keihlan found a dying kitten on his way to the old man's home. He rushed there, to see if the old man could heal it, but it died on the way there. The old man, clearly very pained by Keihlan's sadness, revived the kitten. Keihlan, in amazement, begged the old man to teach him how he managed it, knowing that necromancy was a forbidden and dangerous art. The old man scolded him, telling him that necromancy must only be rarely used, that it corrupted and destroyed the soul and mind if it was overused, that it had not yet been learned how to stop the madness that came along with it. Yet, he promised to teach Keihlan, as long as he kept it a secret, when he was older.
The years dragged on, his family never checked up on him, the wizard never grew kinder, and the old man slowly became strange and sick. The kindly man was now absent minded, he spent much more time simply sitting quietly, thinking to himself. At twenty-two years of age, Keihlan wandered into the woods to find the old man, and all his animals, slaughtered, their heads on pikes and their bodies burned. The shack the old man lived in was heavily burned, but inside, Keihlan found the old mans journals, describing his time when he was younger, researching the forbidden arts of necromancy, and fighting the madness and vile corruption that came along with it. The old man had only used necromancy three times. once on his young wife, though he only revived a shade of who she was, the second time on a long dead wizard, the third and final time on a small kitten, that a good young man had brought to him, a young man that he called "son." In the last journal, the old man described how the last use of Necromancy had finally brought on the whispers, the urges to kill and raise. He confided in a man he knew a long time ago, his rival: the Wizard that Keihlan lived with.
The Wizard had turned on the old man, and set the village on him as a necromancer. Keihlan closed the final journey, no tears in his eyes, holding his breath as something welled in his throat. He waited until dark. He went back to the Wizards mansion, and killed him in his sleep. He stole all of the books he needed, decapitated the wizard and planted his head on a pike. Then he burned the mansion to the ground and watched until it was just ashes. Then he left.
