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Mentality

Personal history

He was pulling a Phantom of the Opera for a while, hiding out in the rafters of an old abandoned Elvish theater so that he wouldnt get forcefully converted. Originally he was a traditional red tiefling. Eventually being up there during the performances he wound up falling in love with the singing of one of the elven bards that was a regular performer at this theater (it was kinda like a combined theater/cabaret). He stole some instruments and learned to play and sing to impress them, and then eventually he was so head over heels that he decided to turn himself in to the Church and become a Cleansed tiefling so that he would be more socially acceptable and actually able to interact with the elven bard. But by the time he completed the process that elf wasn't performing at the theater so he set out to try and find them. One catch though is Magnus knows NOTHING about how he came to hide himself away in that theater. No memories before he showed up there.

Employment

Currently working as a bounty hunter for the Temple of Threnody. Also sings at funerals.

Personality

Motivation

I don't know who I am. I didn't even remember my name until I saw the locket around my neck with the word 'magnus' engraved on the back. I never showed that to anyone, not even the owner. My first night, when I had some privacy, I opened the locket and had a feeling. There was a picture of an elf, not the best picture but even then I could tell they were beautiful. That doesn't explain what I felt though, I've seen many beautiful people cross the stage and as part of the crowd, but none of them have made a knot tighten my stomach and my breath leave me. There was a combination of wanting to laugh and cheer and cry, and I wound up smiling like a fool in my room at the theater while tears fell. Since then every time I look at that picture… I don’t remember them, I don't know their name, but every time I see it some part of me knows or remembers being in love with them. It's why I wander around the city in my free time. I just keep hoping to see them, hoping that when they see me that feeling will be there and everything will just be ok. I don’t even care if my memories come back, knowing how I feel just looking at that picture, my memories not coming back would give me the chance to get to know them all over again in a weirdly cheesy way. That’s the hope, at least.

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