Elric, Child of Steel
Elric is my warforged (Eberron) based of Al Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist.  Here's his adapted story:

Elric was an innocent young human boy showing promising potential as an alchemist.  He lived happily with his parents and brother in one of the towers of Sharn.  He was certain to attend one of the great universities and possibly even hone his innate magical abilities to perfection.  Around the age of eight, his family realized that all the randomly levitating milk jugs, opening and closing cupboards, and houshold accidents were the unconscious doings of Elric.  They had his potential tested and Elric was told he was a young sorcerer.  A few days later, on the way to school, the young mage was assaulted in a dark alleyway and clubbed upside the head.

The young man woke up in a dark, dank alleyway on the other side of the city.  Getting up he noticed he felt stronger and tougher, but thought nothing of it, and started the long walk home.  On the way he noticed a LOST poster, and was surprised to see his own face etched on it.  He did not understand, and extended his hand to rip down the poster.  When he did, he did not see his hand reach out, but a cold, shining metallic monstrosity.  Shocked, he backed up, and saw his reflection in a puddle.  "Surely I must be dreaming," he thought to himself, as his reflection stared back as a small warforged.  His face was gone.
Unknowing of what happened, he panicked and arbitrarily decided he could not return home, as his parents would undoubtedly judge him by his appearance.  He went into a warforged parts store and discovered six months had passed since his assault in the alley.  The gnome behind the counter was fascinated to see a warforged that was only four feet tall.  The only clue he found to what happened during the six months was a mark branded into his right calf.
Elric does not so much believe that sorcerers are from the blood of dragons, as he has discovered that his own powers did not leave him when he was torn from his body.  He cares nothing about learning how these powers work, but enjoys their company all the same.

An outcast of men and somewhat of warforged as well, he hunts for his missing days, figuring he must begin with finding the origin of the symbol (OOC, it is the symbol for the alchemists from FMA).  Elric longs for the taste of his favorite dessert (a chocolate malt milkshake), and to finally go home to the love of his parents, though he has spent three months on the streets honing his skills and has begun to doubt he will feel either ever again.  Elric's hope is kept alive only by his best
friend, a small white and grey rat named, "Whiskers" he adopted while camping in an alley and turned into his familiar.  This friend is sadly the one who tends to keep Elric out of trouble, as Elric still has the wisdom of a young boy (a whopping 6).
A Stagnant Beginning-  Elric felt alone and hopeless in his alleyway box for a month or so before anything of note happened.  He had no survival skills, and considers himself lucky to have had no need for food or sleep.  Shelter consisted of a pile of crates he fashioned together by making use of the few spells he knew.  The young boy enjoyed watching people during this time, as he felt a little bit of their contentment with life through this practice.  He watched people's reactions to various situations, and watched the peddlers haggle the passersby.  During this time he became interested in bringing out the best of people through speech, and started delving into the field of diplomacy.  It was s shaky start- he started talking to the people sharing his alleyway, and eventually moved on to the citizens going about their business on the streets.  He did not feel a kinship with any of these people, but enjoyed simply talking nonetheless.  Eventually, he found that even the most gruff person could be calmed with gentle words.  Elric, being sweet, young, innocent, and always frank, had a knack for being heard.

Whiskers-  After one particularly good day of begging, Elric decided to go to the nearby ice cream shop and order a chocolate malt milkshake.  As he sat in the diner, two men began speaking in raised voices.  The patrons all seemed scared of these men, but the young sorcerer did not know any better.  "Please stop fighting," he requested, standing and walking over to the men, who had each pulled a wicked dagger from their flowing hooded cloaks.  Trusting of the innocent voice of a child, the men were willing to heard Elric out, as he suggested the three of them share a milkshake and discuss what was wrong.  They may have not joined him in dessert, but no one was hurt that day.
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