Thackery Earwicket
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| Thackery Earwicket was born, like all other common Harengon, in the Feywild to a lovely and lively colony. However, at a very young age he was tricked to take part in a race by some of his brothers. The simple act of tomfoolery resulted in Thackery upsetting a traveling warlock who knocked him out of the Feywild and into the Material. Luckily, he wasn't too far from the Witchlight Carnival that was passing through. Even luckier, the owners Witch and Light took a shining to the young curiosity and let him stay. As a Witchlight Hand, he traveled the small part of the world known to the carnival learning and growing. He studied with many travelers and took up the Bardic calling, eventually focusing his studies on the College of Lore. Yet, as warm and inviting the life of a carny was for Thackery, he started to realize that there were much bigger things planned for him. This was confirmed one evening by the old seer and after receiving this new portent he chose to part ways with the carnival. His early journey outside the protective confines of the carnival were brutal. He joined several adventuring groups and most of them ended in horrific failures. The ones that didn't often took a turn towards more traveling murderers than doing good deeds. It was during one of these times that Thackery picked up his moniker "Vorpal Bunny" which he never liked. This was the start of the fracture within him foretold by the old seer. At times he would be a jovial member of the group, singing songs and telling tales, but under duress something changes and a darkness takes hold. Life was troublesome until he joined up with the only group to see the value in him and at the same time strove to do more good in the world than any he had been with before. It was with this group, during a rather long hike across the open plains, that Thackery gained a more positive moniker "March Hare" because he never seemed to need to rest and was always motivating the group to keep on marching. This was also the period in his life that he realized the voices of those he loved and left behind at the carnival were still with him, or more specifically within him. Their wisdom, their frustrations, and their folly kept him company as much as they drove him to act when needed. The silence of his own thoughts were gone forever. |
