Before we go farther, certain things must be known. I find that if I lay it out, it's easier to follow later on.
Here goes.
You are Michael Fawne, a human archer who fights on the side of good and labors to save those who are lost.
You love to drink but that is not truly your fault. A witch, beautiful though she was, cast a spell on you. She knew you were strong and she knew that you were good. It was under the guidence of Shadow that she cursed you. That's the way it goes.
Obviously, only the witch that cast the spell can deliver you from the spell. So it is that during your travels, you are looking for the witch.
You have a short bow and a quiver of arrows. Unfortunately, you are not an elf and therefore, your arrows can, and do, run out. You retrieve those you can but mainly you have to find ways to make more.
That is why you have 3 daggers, a whet stone, the means to melt and shape metal into arrowheads, a long sword and a throwing spear.
You have brown hair that hangs just past your shoulders, which you often tie back with scraps of leather, and green eyes. You are muscular and prideful, despite your humble beginnings.
You ignore Death often, choosing not to converse with him. Yet, he seems to enjoy cursing you with his clever statements.
Please note that the conversation used in the intro is up for grabs, for Michael and Death are speaking there. Feel free to use it in one of your entries, if no one else has that is.
So, you must wonder what you are to choose here. Why your curse, of course.
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