At present, I'm sitting with at least 50 RPG characters in a dozen games (including 2 completely different AUs of Troy. I boggle. We took a crap film, added the classic texts and produced two huge scale games) and that's not including all the ones I seem to have as fic muses as well. It's a wonder my head hasn't exploded :D
The poor old modern Maglor travelled the world, keeping to himself and occasionally, giving into his broody instincts and raising street urchins into smart, cunning kids, before wandering on. Alas that he was so noticeable that he was suspected of being some kind of witch/wizard thing in Ottoman Turkey and his 'family' at the time were slaughtered because they were doing 'unnatural' things. Made him a bit disillusioned, so he headed West, aiming for home and landing in America, where he was viewed as a spirit guide type thing by one of the native tribes, whom he tagged around with for 4 generations before white men arrived and lo, things went belly up again. Never had such a cynical, bitter git before. He's fabulous and has such a dry, ironic sense of humour.
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Date: 2006-03-17 10:07 am (UTC)The poor old modern Maglor travelled the world, keeping to himself and occasionally, giving into his broody instincts and raising street urchins into smart, cunning kids, before wandering on. Alas that he was so noticeable that he was suspected of being some kind of witch/wizard thing in Ottoman Turkey and his 'family' at the time were slaughtered because they were doing 'unnatural' things. Made him a bit disillusioned, so he headed West, aiming for home and landing in America, where he was viewed as a spirit guide type thing by one of the native tribes, whom he tagged around with for 4 generations before white men arrived and lo, things went belly up again. Never had such a cynical, bitter git before. He's fabulous and has such a dry, ironic sense of humour.