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Name: Aurelius Ingem
Aliases: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:Aurelius is a 5'10 with cropped hair that was more salt than pepper. Below his crow's feet and golden eyes lay a beard not more than an inch thick the color of his hair. While his mind is young and virulent, his body groans with old age most days, but given enough time he can make a potion to suppress age related maladies.
Backstory: Aurelius was the youngest of seven brothers, like his father before him, and that meant he was a seventh son. Seventh sons of seventh sons are special, they're seven times seven, it comes with certain abilities. The abilities vary from person to person, but it always makes the son's magic stronger. Aurelius knew nothing of magic, thinking it only to be a myth he thought nothing of it. His father was a trader and wanted young Aurelius to follow in his footsteps, but he was more interested in his mother who ran an apothecary. Maybe it was because his father was always gone or something deeper, maybe destiny.
When he was twelve, much to his father's disappointment, he chose to follow his mother. Within three years he knew the name of all but the most obscure herbs, in their
true names, and their uses. Within another year he had learned a dead archaic language and all his mother had known, so she sent him to learn more. He was sent to a cottage, that almost looked derelict and in the middle of nowhere. Inside was a wizened old man with a stereotypical curling white beard and thick spectacles. He was poring over notes muttering absent mindedly. He was a very strange man and the pipes and flasks full of luminous liquids were even stranger than the old man.
In the following two years Phineas, the old man, began to teach him of things stranger than he ever would have know, how to change common metal to gold, coal to diamonds; he learned how to create the cures to disease, how to make a universal solvent. The wonders of transmutation allowed for innumerable possibilities, only if you could set your mind to it and work with absolute precision.
At the age of 18, Phineas told Aurelius of some of his own work, the search for
Panacea. It is a mythological substance that can cure all sickness, even death, and Phineas believed he could create it. So Aurelius and his master set on trying to discover the recipe. The journey took them to the great deserts, to the wise men in the east, and back again. Over the years his master had been slowly falling deeper and deeper into the depth of insanity. Refusing food for days and speaking in gibberish, then we gained clairity, it was a day he knew to be his last he pulled out an old leather bound book, yellowed with age. Aurelius was just entirely happy to see his master, somewhat well. He tried to get up and go grab water. Phineas told him to stop and listen sternly. He beckoned him closer, his voice weakening with each second and told him his journal contained notes on
Panacea, he said he was close and all he needed was one agreement. Just one, but then he expired. Rather than weep over the corpse of his master, Aurelius, decided to continue his master's work.
So for thirty more years he continued to travel collect the notes and information trying to piece together the information that he needed to complete his master's work and preserve his memory.
Weapons: A staff of wood hardened from al;chemic processes that leave it harder than stone with a retractable blade for combat purposes. It's also a handy walking stick.
How did you find out about the tower?: Written in ancient glyphs and symbols was a message, for Aurelius, it said cryptically, "I have the knowledge you see" and then it gave directions.
Personality: He is a scholarly man and is not one to make rash decisions or have flashes of anger. He works with a single mindedness toward every project until he finishes. He may be stern and withdrawn at times, but he can be talkative after a glass or two of mead.
Magic School and Skill: Alchemist
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