Merric "Minnow" Silvan
- Who Am I...
- Romantic Interests
None so far
- Relationship Status
Not really looking at the moment
- My Story Is...
Born to an Arch Magus, Merric was destined to be a man of great magical power. However upon his fifth birthday it was confirmed that the boy had no ounce of magical talents. Not even able to conjure the smallest shred of energy. Shunned by his father and family he became outcast. Locked within his room where he plied away his days learning anything he could. Arcane rituals, spells and runes. Even if he could not use them he learned them. Alchemy became a close friend, finding ways to use his natural intelligence to his advantage. Through this he was able to branch out and find new means for himself. When he was ten he made his first ‘gun’. An object that used an experimental mixture of powders to propel a bullet at high speeds. After much trail and a lot of error he perfected this weapon. And thus in his world guns were born.
With the ability to now stand on his own he snuck out. Taking his meager possessions with him to start the life of an adventurer. Sure that if he could prove himself this way, then he would be able to prove to his father that even without magic he was still worth something. Entirely self trained, he learned to shot on his own. Being a quick learner helped and through math he was able to help learn the trajectory patterns as well as how to balance the weight of his gun versus movement. Confident in his new skill set he goes. Using both his skill in alchemy and his gun to make a name for himself.
- My Appearance
Eyes- Jade green
Merric is small for a male his age. Hence the nickname Minnow. While not as physically impressive as most of his peers, he is still pretty agile due to his smaller size. His skin is paler in color then most as he does not usually see a lot of sun light. Where he is from it is sword play that rules the land. So armor of leathers and light clothing are the norm for him.
Pouch full of pre prepped sleeves of shot and powder for quick loading his gun.
Gun smithing kit (small box with various supplies that one would need to maintain and care for a gun, as well as make new ammunition.)
Powderhorns filled with gunpowder, 2 Small case of bullets. Some with holes in the middle so that poisons, gases or other objects can be inserted into.
Basic adventuring gear, bedroll, lamp, rope, blanket and rations.
Two small bombs, made from his left over black powder and bullets. About the strength of a hand grenade augmented by a barrage of bullets that fly out at high rates of speed.
- My Secrets Are...
I don’t really like the name Minnow.
- I Believe...
I can do something that will make my father proud, even if I can't use magic.