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DND Back Stories: Balthazar Michaelis
This is the character back story for my Tiefling Phoenix Sorcerer, Balthazar Michaelis.
Born and raised in the town of Masquerade, Balthazar has never known the homeland of his people, or what it's like to not be hated by those around him. Hearing tales of how his people suffered not only inside but outside the city, Balthazar spent much of his youth wishing for things to change for not only himself but Tieflings everywhere. From a young age, Balthazar found that he had a gift for magic, especially those that involved flames, and that he had quite the silver tongue. At the age of 12, Balthazar last saw his parents when they left him in t
Death's Redemption Pt. 2
Honoring his agreement with the biker, the stranger placed his hand over the biker’s mouth and began to press his knife into his chest. As the life began to leave the man’s eyes, he smiled as he felt that he in some way had redeemed himself for all the crimes he had committed since the change. Once the biker was dead, the stranger took his hand and closed the man’s eyes. He said a prayer over his body like he had over the others, and he reached around the dead man’s neck and grabbed the necklace he was to deliver to the man’s sister. As he drew the necklace from the man’s jacket he saw that they
Death's Redemption Pt. 1
“Help! Help me,” she cried out. She yelled as loud as she could, but she knew that in this world no one helps anybody anymore. She tried to run, but they were already on top of her. She struggled to get loose, but their strength was too much for her. She tried to reach for the revolver at her side, and she had it in her grasps long enough to unholster the gun and cock the hammer. Before she could use it, the gun was yanked out of her hand.
No help, over powered, and now no weapon. All hope left her body as the last biker got off his bike and started walking toward her. “Hello there pretty lady, lil’
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In case if you weren't aware, this is a copypasta.