Parlik
Nickname/Aliases: Only one that seemed to have stayed with me for more than a few decades is the Grey, it was added to my name by an elf, I once knew in my youth. He kept calling me Parlik the Grey, as a reference to my views on good and evil, which is that it's only a matter of what knowledge a person have available, and hence there being no true difference between them. There is one other, but since I rather dislike it, I will not mention it.
Name of guild and clan: Titan
Title: Archmage
Date of birth: I believe it was Nyxmir 21, I don't recall the exact year. Though I know I'm about 527 years old (Give or take a few years, unsure of the exact age due to time spent in places where time moves at a different pace.)
Class: Wizard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (without the insanity), some good tendencies.
Race or Species: Human male, although to compare my race to humans is a bit like comparing Homo sapiens to Cro Magnon.

Gender:

Male
Other Forms: I can take others through the use of magic, but I rarely do these days.
Eyes: Green, a bit special since the irises seems to be made of swirling energy and both of them lacks the pupil. I was not born like this, it happened as a side effect of a spell; I'm extremely unwilling to divulge any more about this event. (OOC: It does have the benefit of making me see the weave of magic, think improved version of detect magic, but not as good as identify. It overlaps with my normal vision, so I have a rather unique perspective of my surrounding)
Hair: Dark, slightly ruffled.
Skin: A faint bronze tone, a common characteristic to my kin, although there were some with a golden one instead.
What do you look like: Besides the above mention, I appear to be in the late twenties, slender almost gauntly, 6 feet tall, also I have a tendency to smile fainly.
Describe your attitude: Can vary greatly depending on the situation, mostly though I'm slightly curious, but prone to shorter or longer periods of contemplation. There is the occasional hint of irony, are not above directing the irony at myself.
Biggest character flaw: I'm slightly arrogant (Would personally say self confident, hey it's a fine line between the two ), mainly when I'm starting to get annoyed by lesser beings (Mostly non-spell users, this includes most priests, more about this later down). I am however aware of this flaw, and manage to suppress it most of the time. Also I'm unable to read anyone's thoughts, on the upside mine cannot be read either, or even detected.
Personal Quote(s): I'm still alive, but otherwise ok. Also my Shakespeare quote, although that is not what I say, but rather how I do it.
Parents: Both are long dead, even their spirits are destroyed.
Sibling(s): None.
Wife(s): Wilana Dydra, an elven swordswoman who managed to pierce her way to my heart.
Children: Kyrin (With Wilana, making him ½ human, ¼ elven, and ¼ halfling.)
Guardians: I have no need of such.
Close friends: There is a few I might consider friends, however I will not reveal their names, not that threatening their lives to blackmail me would mean much to me, but I do like talk with them, and would appreciate to be able to continue doing so.
Worst enemies: Hmm I don't think there is anyone still alive I consider my enemies, but there are bound to be some who consider me theirs. Queen Beth's pet wizard for one. As well as one or two gods, unsure how far they carry their grudge though.
Pets and their names: None, never really saw the use of having a creature running around, unless of course it/they could be used for spell components.
Favorite Colour(s): A mixture of black, dark blue and silver, it's a bit difficult to get it just right, but when it is, it's quite breathtaking.
Favorite Creature: Dragon, great conversationalists and useful in spells as well.
Favorite Drink: Have acquired a taste for Feywine, a somewhat rare elven wine that can only be preserved over longer periods of time through the usage of magic.
Favorite Food: None, due to the fact that I haven't had any need for sustenance for several centuries.
Favorite Weapon(s): I'm an Archmage and so have no need for weapons, and no magic is not a weapon, even though it can be applied as such, the nerve of some people to think so simplistic of magic.
Favorite Belonging: My library (heh if only people knew... *smiles mysteriously*)
Favorite thing to wear: I almost always wear a dark blue shirt, black pants, a dark blue cloak (darker than the shirt) and a pair of black travellers boots. On my left hand I wear a silver ring (Actually two intertwining ones), and finally I wear a platinium ring on my right hand (My wedding ring). Both the cloak and rings are magical Actually it's usually the same shirt and pants I wear, they are kept clean by a nifty spell Oh also I sometimes wear a creature looking slightly like a chain around one of my ankles.
Favorite Song: Ghost at Mistmoor
Things you collect: Books, maps, scroll, staves, etc. Basically anything that have to do with magic or relating subjects.
God(dess) you worship: Like I would demean myself to worship a god. I have a strong dislike of gods in general, whom I consider nosy self centred buggers, that spend most of their time gathering sycophants and spell-beggars (OOC: Priests). Note that this dislike is not so strong that I go out of my way to harm them, I just don't like them. This is all due to several incidents I have had with such in my past, of course there are a few people and gods who isn't like this, but the vast majority of them is.
A dream or goal you have: Wouldn't you like to know.
Hobbies: Talking.
Favourite thing to do: Cast spells.
Something you are good at: Magic, I wouldn't call myself Archmage if I didn't believe I was, only fools do that, and thankfully they don't survive very long.
Favourite body part on you: My mind, a spellcaster's greatness comes from the mind, actually just about everyone's greatness comes from the mind, warriors and such are just usually too daft to figure that out. Please take note of the word usually, cannot even begin to imagine what Wilana might otherwise say or do.
Favourite body part on the opposite sex: The eyes, so many useful spells the eyes can be used in.
Tattoos or Birthmarks: None
Piercing(s): None
Best place to hang out: Anywhere where there is new magic to be acquired.
Where do you sleep: I have no need for sleep, it takes up time that can otherwise be used better.
Important lessons you have learned: The one who fails is arrogant, the one who succeeds is self-confident. Good and evil are basically the same, with small differences. It all boils down to knowledge.
Best Advice: Don't kill someone unless you are absolutely certain, that you stand to gain more from their death, than you might from letting them live.
Words or phrases you overuse: Though
Most awesome experience of your life: When you get to be my age, it's impossible to pick just one.
Scariest thing you have ever done: It would be foolish of me to admit any fears I in theory could have.
Stupidest thing you have ever heard someone say: "Prepare to die, your magic is useless against me, while I wield this blade I'm immune to such tricks." She actually was, but the cave both of us were standing in wasn't, nor was she immune to the cave collapsing.
Funniest experience: Well there was that time when I... *grins* no I better not talk about that.
Brief History: My past? How does one put the experiences of more than half a millennium into words, it probably isn't possible to capture every nuance and emotion in such a way, that other can feel the same intensity. I would like to try and give whoever read this an idea about my origins and how it in ways has shaped my life. In order to understand this, I will have to start before my birth, I descend from a long unbroken lineage of mages spanning more than five thousand years, it might go longer back but no older records exists. This in itself is not usual among my people, were only one in a thousand is born without any magical talent. These unfortunates are usually at birth handed over to the temples, and then raised to become priests or priestesses, thereby gaining access to a different kind of magic.

Both my parents were mages, my father a generalist as I am, my mother a wild or chaos mage as her area of specialty are sometimes referred to. Both however were also adventurers, and so while I was barely more than 5 weeks old, they temporarily, or so they intended, left me in the care of a priestess and friend of theirs, but this was one adventure from which they never returned, I later learned they had been slain by a creature called a soulcleaver, and so I grew up without any real recollection of them, being raised in the temple. Did I ever resent them or blame them for leaving me behind?? Looking back I don't think I ever did or do, I suspect that they both burned for what they did and that I can understand, though from my own experiences with Wilana and Kyrin, I can imagine that it must have been difficult for them to do so, but it is still difficult to change that which fundamentally makes us what we are, even for those we love and care about.

As for my childhood spent in the temple, there really isn't much to tell, I suppose some might expect to hear some tale about a childhood adventure or similar exiting events, if so I must disappoint, I had none of those as far as I can recall. I had a few assigned chores that I had to do in the temple, which only occupied a little of my time, the majority of it though I spent on studying history, planar geography, herbal lore, and other magic related subjects as well as a few languages, although these were all of races, who have a had (since some ere long gone) a somewhat deep insight into magic. As for the actual study of magic, I didn't embark upon this path until my twentieth birthday. This was rather unusual, since it the custom for children of my people to start their study of magic almost as soon as they had learned to read and write and some even sooner than that, but I had my reasons to do otherwise. Anyways upon my twentieth birthday I approached and old friend of my parents and asked him to teach me for a year. He probably found me quite arrogant to expect that learning magic would only take me a year, which he also pointed out to me. Still he agreed to teach me out of respect for my parents, as well as telling me to feel free to stay longer, if I didn't complete it in one year, however I did complete it in one year. Small side note, various mages insist on the apprentice to reach different levels of mastery before their time as an apprentice is over. To give any other mage or someone with knowledge of it an idea of how much I learned, I can tell that the last spell I learned under his tutoring was fly.

But to return to the story at hand, after my apprenticeship I left my homeland and became an adventurer, although my main pursuit was still magic, studying on my own among various races, such as elves (including their dark cousins, the Drow), dragons and arcanallolths to name a few. I didn't stay an adventurer forever though, and between then and my arrival to this realm I have spent my life as many things including shipmage, mage for hire and many more. Which I suppose is one of the reasons I have been called both hero and villain, however this is tale to be told another time.