How many times have I woken up at night thinking why have I gone this way with my life or how did I get here? I think that I have lost track. But every time it has happened I usually get up and make myself a cup of tea and study my spell book even deeper. Spell book you ask? What am I? Oh haven�t you deducted that I am a wizard? No well I am surprised. I surely thought the owl or the smelly pouches or even my robe would give it away. Oh it�s my age isn�t it? Well I am only twenty, and I am just getting started on the� You thought what? (Laughs) You think that all wizards are old with long grey beards and pointed hats. Don�t fool yourself my lady. Not everything appears as what you think it should, and stop listening to those old fairy stories. Aw�now you have asked the right question. �How did I become a wizard?� You are fairly intelligent then. Sure I will give my tale but in return for a few gold and a pint of ale. Now let me begin�

I hail from a farming community not to far from here. My father and mother owned a small amount of land, which they worked to support their five children. My two older sisters were already teens when I was born. But it wasn�t long after I cam around that my younger brother and sister were born. There I was the middle child. Even at five years I was expected to look after my younger siblings. So I lived with my family for most of my childhood. It then happened on my ninth birthday. My father decided to take my siblings and myself to town to see the carnival. Oh I remember how excited we all were when we arrived. The entire town was coloured with bright banners and flags. There were performers at ever corner either singing rousing tunes or juggling or even spitting fire as if they were fire drakes themselves. But one performer caught my eye in particular. He was dressed in a brightly coloured robe made of feathers and he had long black hair with the wildest eyes I had ever seen. They seemed to twinkle at me as if to say come over here and watch what I can do. I pulled my father�s hand to head toward him. He obliged since it was my day. We stood near the robed off area in which the funny man stood.

I still remember the first thing he did. He waved his hands and made a stained glass butterfly appear in the air. He made it fly all over the place. He then made a ball of fire in his hand which he began tossing up and down as if was a regular ball. Then another one appeared and then another. The next thing I knew he was juggling six, small, flaming spheres around him. This made us clap with great appreciation. But at that moment a ruckus was heard behind us. A drunken man, well I thought it was a man at first. As he came closer he seemed to grow in size. He screamed at the wizard in the circle saying something to the manner that he had a dept to repay. The feathered man commanded us to leave to area now. My father gathered us up and rushed us off into the nearest tavern. When he wasn�t looking I quickly stole outside and back to the wizard. But what I saw amazed me. The other gent had pulled out of a rust coloured bag a large black bear, which he ordered to attack the other man. In response he threw out his hand and the bear started to stumble around as if dazed. The thing started heading toward me. It shook its head and snapped back into attention. It saw me and started bounding toward me. I heard shouting from both men. I believe I acted on almost instinct and partial imitation. I held out my hand like the feathered man, and I felt an almost powerful surge move through me. And again the bear became dazed and finally fell over its own feet. It got back up and shook its head. It glared at me and stood up on its hind legs. I thought I could do it again. I threw out my hand and felt the power surge once more, but this time a bright flash blazed in front of the beast�s eyes. It let out a whimper and went back to the other man. He said something while holding out his bag and the bear disappeared.

They both looked at me. I smiled and I believe I feinted. The next thing I knew I was being carried into the tavern where my father was. I looked up and saw those wild eyes peering at me, almost smiling with delight. My father was holding me up and was trying to pour a rank liquid down my throat. I pushed the cup away and tried to get out of his arms. I think I kept saying, �Stop, I am not a baby. I want to get up.� He just held me tighter all the while looking back and forth between me and the feathered man. Finally the feathered man spoke in a musical voice, �My name is Lucien Valtross. And I do believe sir that you son would grow up to be a fine wizard or sorcerer. He stopped a bear from attacking him with magic. I didn�t even see him standing there until the bear started after him. But before I or my opponent could do anything this young lad dazzled the bear, and then blinded him with a flare. He has natural talent.� He looked at me and asked, �Can you do anything else or have you made anything happen in the past?� I replied timidly, �No. I only did it because you did it. I heard what you said and saw how you gestured and tried to do the same thing. That was the first time I did something like that. Can I do it again?� He smiled and said, �Yes I think you can. With your father�s permission I would like to tutor you so you can do what I do.� Lucien looked at my father, with expectant eyes. And he replied, �Come back with us to our farm and we will discuss this further.�

For the next three days he stayed with us trying to convince my parents of the training he would give and the possibility of some academy. They tried telling Lucien that they had little money and couldn�t afford for such. But he convinced them that he would willing foster me and provide for me as if I was his own. They agreed and that is how I came to live with Master Lucien. He began my training immediately and continued on for the last six years. He then sent me off to the school of magic, which he had attended for the next five years. He never treated me less then a son. If I wasn�t his fosterling I seriously might have been his prodigy. We almost looked alike with the long black hair and the wild grey eyes. He became closer to me then my own father. I still loved my family and visited them occasionally, don�t get me wrong. But Master Lucien was there for much more in my life then my other family. He has counselled me in ways they never could. And so here I am and so ends my story. But does it really end?

Father: Gavin Terasnova
Mother: Desdemona Terasnova
Oldest Sister: Angelina (age 33)
Older Sister: Maeve (age 32)
Younger Twin Siblings: Gryph (age 19) and Rosebud (age 19)

It is my characters birthday and he has decided to head into town to treat himself to some fun as well as to meet Lucien. They have both agreed to meet that day so they could celebrate this special day together.

Goals: Hmmmm....lets see...

One, he wants to show his master what he has learned and to reach the same status as him.
Two, he wants show his family that he can make a name for himself as a wizard, as well as bring honour to his family.
Three, he's young and wants to experience what life can offer him whether it be good or bad, for you can't have one with out the other.
Four, he wants to go deeper into his arcane arts. He wants to explore the deep recesses of magic as far as he can and even go further.