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Character Name: Pilzbere DuBois
Race: Halfling
Class: Arcanist
Role: Engineer
Gender Identity: M
Alignment: Gude (by nature) Kaotik (by choice)
Traits: Magical Knack, Mathematical Prodigy
Description: S.H.O.E. Short, hungry, old, eclectic. Whoever heard of a grumpy halfling? Well, whoever heard of an engineer who had to spend the majority of his life learning magic? Whoever it was heard of Pilzbere. And when he wasn’t frustrated, they rather liked him.
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Character History: Over three hundred years of glorious technology since the elves arrived, and due to family obligation, Pilz still had to learn magic. He was even born on a starship, the
Cloverleaf. And did he mention that he was a genius? All that beautiful brain power gone to waste on hocus pocus. Not that the magic didn’t come in handy, even on a starship. But engineering was Pilzbere’s true love.
Once accepted to the academy, Pilz was able to turn his ability to consume magic items, mostly old scrolls, into practical magic that fit hand in glove with technology.
Mage Hand and
Mending were particularly helpful with repairs. But it was Pilzbere’s regard for his fellow cadets that got him recommended for duty in Operations Division, particularly Command. Pilz was all about caring for others, but technomancy seemed his bag. So he talked his way into an ensign position in Engineering with the promise that he would try his best to rise to command ranks within that division.
In Character Writing Sample: All Pilz wanted was a good hot meal, something alcoholic to help him sleep, and eight straight hours alone in his bunk. At this point, he could probably sleep in the causeway floor as long as people stepped around him. There had been a problem with one of the pulse coils in the backup drives and it had taken one full shift to get those knuckleheads to find the problem and another full shift to get the replacements done. Pilzbere hadn’t had to pull a double like that since his third year at the academy. He was one hindered Kender.
Unfortunately, once he got to the galley, Pilzbere had chosen to sit at the table with a few of the other newly promoted ensigns from the academy. They were all hyped up and full of chatter.
“Did you hear the rumors?” Ensign Brock was chipperly asking while still in the habit of talking with his mouth full and open while chewing. “There’s talk of harrow readings going around.”
Pilz brushed the bit of bread off that flew at him and landed on his shoulder. Maybe it wasn’t too late to find a better seat. The security officer tables were usually pretty quiet while they ate.
“One reading says that a newly commissioned ensign from the academy will show great promise in early days to come. Ensign Weatherford says they will get a bridge position.”
Great! Pilz thought.
Not only do I get to be inundated with the latest gossip, but it has to be gossip regarding magic.
Couldn’t anyone want to talk about the latest technology? No matter what, I am sticking with the engineers next time. Even if I do have shift burnout.
“And Ruttiger swears she overheard talk of a bad harrow reading. Something about a Rakshasa.” Brock was saying.
Now he had Pilzbere’s attention. The arcanist began shoveling some form of potatoes in his mouth quickly and listening intently. He didn’t even touch the Guyrellian wine as he leaned in to hear more. He didn’t have a harrow deck of his own, but he knew about the Rakhasa. It did not bode well. Pilz had to eat fast and get to his cabin, not to sleep now, but to go through his damned magic books.
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