Maddix Vadangraff
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Ever since the death of his father, Maddix's life was in complete disarray and the most unorganized it had ever been. After burying his father next to his mother, Maddix moved from his home of Alliria to Elbion. He did not exactly pursue any sort of training in magical arts, but he would go to any distance to reveal the past of his mother. Working odd jobs and collecting materials to assist in rebuilding the recently destroyed college led Maddix to knowing a strange variety of people around the town.
Knowing one person led to another.
And another.
And another.
Eventually, series of questions led to other conversations about wicked arts, necromancy, blood magic and the sort. Not many, but a few people led their trails to one person that went by the name of Movrin. None of them knew much about him, but they all knew he was an Undead that specialized in the arts not many dared to fool around with. Maddix most likely wouldn't have wanted to associate himself with him, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His mind and body would never be at rest until he knew the history of his mother or at least how she had died. Resurrecting her wasn't something he was interested in though. Perhaps just a conversation every now and then.
Days of asking around and raised brows from multiple people finally took his toll on Maddix, so he went to the nearest bar to sit down and have a drink by himself. Bars were always melting pot of people, so there was a slim possibility he might find another clue on the trail of finding the man.
After he walked into the bar and ordered himself a glass of some random kind of beer, he found himself sitting in the corner with his legs propped up on the table, arms crossed and observing the area.
Knowing one person led to another.
And another.
And another.
Eventually, series of questions led to other conversations about wicked arts, necromancy, blood magic and the sort. Not many, but a few people led their trails to one person that went by the name of Movrin. None of them knew much about him, but they all knew he was an Undead that specialized in the arts not many dared to fool around with. Maddix most likely wouldn't have wanted to associate himself with him, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His mind and body would never be at rest until he knew the history of his mother or at least how she had died. Resurrecting her wasn't something he was interested in though. Perhaps just a conversation every now and then.
Days of asking around and raised brows from multiple people finally took his toll on Maddix, so he went to the nearest bar to sit down and have a drink by himself. Bars were always melting pot of people, so there was a slim possibility he might find another clue on the trail of finding the man.
After he walked into the bar and ordered himself a glass of some random kind of beer, he found himself sitting in the corner with his legs propped up on the table, arms crossed and observing the area.