Alxian Freeport

Name: Alxian Freeport
Race: Half Elf
Age: 52
Sex: Male
Alignment: Morally Unaligned

Character Sheet

Appearance
Roughly 5’7”, Alxian is a slender man of mixed proportions, human sturdiness and elf-like pointed edges, identifiable mostly by the bags under his indigo eyes, into which his eyes appear to be sinking, as if he hasn’t slept in a very long time. His hair is dark brown-black, long, top layers pulled back to keep the loose lower layers under nominal control. He dresses in robes, carries a staff, has a spellbook belted to his side, a seemingly infinite thermos of coffee always at hand, and always seems to be in the company of a raccoon with a drinking problem – that’s Chester, his wizardly familiar and chronic source of migraines.

Personality
Not many people have as few f-ducks to give as Alxian Freeport. He’s fifty two years old and hasn’t slept since he was nine years old, which has given him a very thick armor of don’t-give-a-damn and most often a rather offensive radically honest approach to…everyone and everything. If there can be said to be a bright side to Alxian’s personality, it’s probably that he doesn’t lord his prodigious intelligence over anyone. He’s an ass, but he keeps it to a basic level.

History
Alxian’s mother was an elf from the elven capitol of Lyrengorn, traveling the continent of Taldorei when she ran into a human in the city of Kymal. A little whirlwind romance turned into pregnancy turned into marriage and then the man showed his true colors, once it was too late for mother and child to get away. The Freeport home was an unhappy one. When Alxian was nine years old, his father ordered him to go outside and climb a specific tree to get him out of his hair, because the man was annoyed with his child. Alxian climbed the birch, which subsequently bent and flung him. Alxian landed hard, cracking his skull and breaking several other bones. His father, having seen the accident, left him lying there for four hours to teach him a lesson about being stupid enough to climb unclimbable trees. Eventually Alxian was taken to healers, but there was irreversible brain damage from the fall – to the sleep center of Alxian’s brain. He would never sleep again.


As a youth, Alxian pursued a passion for magic at the interdimensional Strixhaven Magic Academy, House Quandrix. He specialized in abjuration magic. While teased by many classmates for such a “wimpy” specialty, he was fairly certain that the ability to cancel anything they could do was actually fairly superior. Not that he’d ever phrase it exactly like that. But the engineering of magic, the construction and deconstruction of spells and the Weave, has always fascinated him. House Quandrix, being a little eccentric, taught Alxian some spells that wizards normally have no access to, spells normally reserved for druids or clerics. He went on to graduate with honors, in spite of his professors’ protests.

He went on to become an accomplished wizard back in his homeworld of Exandria. Not that he would join any official mage association. The Arcane Pansophical, Exandria’s collection of elite magocracy, attempted to recruit Alxian straight out of Strixhaven, but he insisted upon being an independent contractor. They settled for watching his movements, instead, while he went on to excel at magic. Occasionally a noble’s court mage, until fired for attitude problems, occasionally a researcher, once or twice an adventurer but never developing a taste for adventuring parties.

And then, one day…a wizardly duel with another mage ended up taking an unexpected turn and a mysterious portal swallowed both participants and spat them in different parts of the multiverse. Alxian has no idea where his opponent ended up, but here he is on Teragaia.

Powers and Abilities
Spellcaster – Alxian is a wizard, and a fairly powerful one at that. There’s no kind of spell he can’t cast, but he specializes in Abjuration, the engineering of magic, construction and deconstruction, shielding, sigils, and dispelling. That’s not to say he can’t throw a mean fireball, though.

Never Alone – Wizards have familiars of their own, and Alxian’s is an alcoholic raccoon named Chester. Chester is almost never helpful, almost always a distraction, and guaranteed to find the booze and snacks wherever they’re hidden and get into trouble raiding the supplies. Sometimes he’s found wearing strange costumes. Nobody knows how he gets into or out of them.

Sleepless and Cranky – Ever since an incident in his childhood (of which he has no memory), Alxian has been physically incapable of sleep or being knocked unconscious. He’s surprisingly sane for a man who hasn’t slept in forty three years, but he’s cranky as all get-out and reliant on coffee to keep his concentration and focus all in the places he wants it.