Yousef Dinglebob
Plane walker Yousef Dinglebob
His name is Yousef Dinglebob. A moniker he often changes depending on the realm he finds himself in. Pursuing absolute control and the restoration of a creature which transcends the realms, he travels the planes of existence growing ever stronger. Finding himself on the material plane off the waters of Tal'Dorei, he partnered with the L.A.D.s in order to gain more insight into the workings of this world.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Rather scrawny. At least all of that running away has strengthened him a bit.
Body Features
Four limbs and four thumbs. Completely ordinary for him.
Facial Features
Somewhat lanky and underfed appearance. Outwardly, he looks like he could tumble over from a particularly strong breeze. During combat, he seems to take on a much darker and more maniacal expression, chanting spells, sometimes in otherworldly languages.
Identifying Characteristics
Possess several markings scattered across his back and two scars on his shoulder blades. A murky silver/white in color, they were obtained from the [unknown] when he gained his abilities.
Special abilities
Can call forth his internal heritage and a set of [unknown] from him. They were ruined during the incident when he gained his powers and are currently without function.
Apparel & Accessories
Prefers to wear the standard traveling cloaks of the realm he is currently in as not to draw attention to himself. Hides a valuable book containing many research notes and spell details within his shirt.
Specialized Equipment
Knows how to document runes and sigils of magic power. Ones that are related to teleportation are of particular interest and considered his specialty.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Yousef Dinglebob, true name [unknown], was born in the year -1082DR in a long forgotten desert. His mother, raised him as part of the tribe which engaged in [unknown] as part of their [unknown] duties. Stumbling upon a derelict temple Yousef was teleported away from his home and subsequently exposed to magical experimentation by [unknown]. Following the series of tests, Yousef found himself wandering the planes of existence desperate to restore what had been taken from him. Stumbling upon an exchange with the Moon Mistress, Belethor, and [unknown], he was trapped in the realm of torture. Escape aided by the L.A.D.s killing of the Moon Mistress, Yousef set out with his goal of endless research, and the restoration of [unknown].
Education
Minimal formal education. What he knows he learned from innate ability following the combination of [unknown] which resulted in his rapid development of magic.
Employment
Considering himself a jack of all magics, Yousef hired himself out to whoever would hire him while he traversed the city of brass learning all that he could about planar walking.
Mental Trauma
All creatures have scars beneath the surface. Few have scars that choose to vocalize themselves. Opting to try and suppress his errant nature, Yousef engages in research with the aim to restore [unknown] which he believes will [unknown]. Generally inert, the darker parts of him surface when directly threatened or he encounters creatures that are identical to himself.
Morality & Philosophy
By and large Yousef believes in superiority of the mind. Those that control the flow of the world, are those that can change it. Following this philosophy, he believes that control is the natural order of things. When a mage casts a spell he is tweaking on the fabric of reality. Such an action is natural and right. Why than should he not try to learn how to control those strings, the very fabric of the world around him? Ambitious? Perhaps. Dangerous? Most certainly. Such is the nature of research into the arcane.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Establish control.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Has an insatiable compulsion to conduct research. Research is often questionable and morally debunked. Is particularly knowledgeable about inter-dimensional and planar travel.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Took up work with the Legendary Adventurers of Drynna (L.A.D.s) as a scholar and book keeper. Knows Xendros and thinks of her as a poor, uninformed business woman. Has met the corpse of Anders Solmor and thought he was a bit pale. Once saw Reiro Flamboivo from afar and wondered who was burning fire lichen, more importantly, how?
Family Ties
[unknown]
Religious Views
[unknown]
Social Aptitude
Surprisingly decent at reading the room yet exceptionally poor at acting on it correctly. Mannerisms do not translate well across different planes of existence.
Mannerisms
Seemingly skittish and uneasy to engage in confrontation. Utilizes intense magic bursts with rhyme when threatened.
Hobbies & Pets
No pets in possession, would love to find and train an astral construct to aid in planar travel and research.
Speech
Highly proficient in a multitude of modern, and ancient languages often used in spell casting.
Wealth & Financial state
Possesses around 38K gold in bars and 60 arcane books useful for research.
Kind of unhinged. Ambitious. Surprisingly unbothered and moisturized.
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Alignment
True neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
[unknown]
Age
estimated to be over 1000 years old linearly
Date of Birth
-1082DR
Birthplace
[unknown]
Children
Current Residence
Homeless
Gender
Male
Eyes
Tarnished silver with hints of red
Hair
Dark chestnut brown/black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Heavily tanned
Height
5' 6"
Weight
110lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"Come now Belethor! Surely one more word game can't hurt?" - Banter between a caged Yousef and his tormentor, Belethor the beholder, before his escape.
"You can try." - Spoken after the extinction event of the crawfish when threatened by Mac for reviving the corpse of the mother to kill the child.
"Please, for the love of Bahamut do not give her the chicken!" - Exchange with Mac concerning the possession of Fredrica the Astrial chicken.
"Will you pull back from the breast? Or will you suckle in ignorance?" - Mental conversation with Philias, Lord of Hell through his infant vassal/child.
"There's no love in an orgy." - Brief conversation with the barkeep Matilda Puddlemuck
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Addled Mind
For every action, there is an equally punishing reaction. Greetings thief, I see you’ve made off with another of my journal entries so clearly I’ll have to make the spells more potent. I’ll have to learn geas or some similar magical trap. Do you have resistant to phycological attacks? I wish I did, I seem to have aged about forty years in an instant. Allow me to explain: I was trying to put to rest my ghost pet (long story) because we were leaving the area. Naturally, he became scared and lashed out and in an instant, I aged significantly. It’s interesting, in the time scale of this plane I am technically over a thousand years of age but suddenly adding another forty to my already generous life span I am reduced to an old man. Granted, I am not human so I expect to live for another hundred years at least but now I seem addled, frail, weakened. I can use this to my advantage. How many people traveling expect an old senile man hunched over and hobbling to begin casting spells which can turn them inside out and call forth whispers of darkness. My outer appearance has changed but nothing else so I think altering my voice and behavior is appropriate. Still, the magic which left me altered in body has gotten me thinking deeply about my time here.
My original plane is not this one, rather, if it is, I certainly do not recognize it. Since time flows differently between the materials planes all I know is that the difference between my home and this one is a thousand years, maybe two thousand. Is this plane the same as my home but forward in time? How much did I lose by my foolishness playing in that old forgotten temple with forbidden magic? Is there anything left of my home, my clansman, my flesh and blood? I can’t help but wonder if mother found another to lover her and continued with a new progeny. Such thoughts pervade my mind now. Picture yourself, my dear thief in the middle of a heist of grand proportions when a spell goes off and you are suddenly whisked away from your town. You eak out the burden of living by taking odd jobs for years on end before suddenly finding yourself in a land with a vague but pervasive resemblance to your old home. Would you not be disturbed? Certainly there is someone you cared for and now you don’t know where they are, if they are alive at all or even on the same plane. Before you were kept busy with survival but now that you have time to think… Perhaps it is not just my outer side that has aged given how wistful I find myself now. How morbid, the one who I am trying to kill for stealing my property is the one I am trying to grow closer to. I hope you can understand thief.
Monstrously Human
I sometimes wonder what would take to make a monster. Lines that are drawn must be crossed with such intention as to be obliterated. To make the line a barrier that you can never return from. One isn’t a monster for crossing the line, only for living across it. Certainly you’ve crossed the line Thief, taking my fourth journal one after the other. Can’t say I’m surprised given that once you stop, you’ll die. Do you live across that line Thief? Has your life demanded you reject yourself so fully that you embrace the lesser side of your actions? I recently killed a child, a nonhuman one, after killing their parents. The party that I have traveled with, the LADs, were tasked with finding some crayfish, a creature much like a lobster but larger than a human and rather fierce. We were to kill and bring them to feed a Kraken. A simple matter of spell-work and steel would have completed the task. What the party didn’t account for was that they would be sentient. Upon entering their cave and killing the two we saw, a larger version came out from a secret tunnel and loudly called for its parents. The party seemed surprised but continued regardless in the action. Except for Mac, the Kobold in the group. I wonder what he saw as he backed away from the fight? He himself was a monster by the standards of civilization and yet he had helped to kill the parents of the child now crying out in grief and rage. I used a spell to animate the corpse of the female parent and commanded it to fight. Such a look of despair on the crayfish’s face as his own mother crushed him under her claws. Mac came to me and said that he would kill me if I ever did that again. Does he not realize that all creatures are sentient? In this plane and many others you can speak and understand their will, desires, wants and needs in the same way you read mine and yet… There is no issue killing them so long as we do not have to hear them. So long as we can pretend that they are less than us.
It is interesting to see the difference in Braum the Orc’s behavior. He was surprised but continued with the intention to kill the child despite it screaming and raging in the common tongue. What is the difference between the two? Braum knows he is not human, but he has been embraced by them. He holds a position of high power in his city and commands respect from the humans and dwarves beneath him. I think that he has left behind his origin and become ‘human’ in the mental sense of the word. There was little hesitation in the moments before he aimed to resume his attack. He didn’t see someone grieving at the unfairness of a system that would send agents to kill for no reason other than pleasure. No, Braum only saw a monster that needed killing for a job fit for Legendary Adventurers. Mac saw a person. Unlike Braum, Mac holds no positions of power. No deep dies to the city or its people and little connection to others outside from the party. He remembers what it is like to be on the end of the sword staring down at the remorseless humans. Can you imagine Thief? Wanting so desperately to be recognized as something other than what you are at the cost of what you were and all that you believed in? In that moment Mac recoiled. I don’t know if he recognizes it, but I don’t think he will truly embrace humanity nor walk the same path that we do. I can’t help but think that is a good thing. We need someone to be better than us.
Swindled
Again, I must question the sanity of this realm. The group I took up with has contacts with a certain magical trader by the name of Xendros who is… a fool truthfully. Tell me thief who insists on stealing my private pages, have you ever encountered someone who makes bad deals? Someone who is just begging to be robbed? Xendros would be the perfect target for you. When I first met her I thought her to be a savvy businesswoman who engaged in the mystic like myself. I had thought a trade of information might suffice for magical goods instead of their coin and offer up five questions about the City of Brass. Free information about the largest trade center in the oldest city to exist in all the realms and what does this cur decide to ask me? My true name! Imagine for a moment thief that you are offering your services, FOR FREE, to rob someone, anyone at all. Certainly if you can steal from me undetected you must be of immense skill and rather than ask you to rob the king or some high profile Nobel, they ask you to rob a peasant’s home. Would you not be insulted?! Does she not think that I would know why she wishes for my true name? That I am ignorant of such matters? She could have had information worth thousands of gold coins, perhaps even a few soul coins if she played her cards right, and instead she asks for my true name like a backwater dolt.
Naturally I decided to give part of it to her. My soul and mind are of no use once I’m without body and an incomplete vocal incantation isn’t worth much by itself. Her response? Producing a contract in foreign script and asking me to sign. Two can play at that game Xendros. I signed with a deep flourish and suitable penmanship; I even did it in my native tongue which should take her some time to decipher. “Stupid Bitch” should be a good signature for someone who throws away the chance to gain free information in exchange for something so pathetic as a soul. Would you like to hear the best part of this thief? She doesn’t even pause and takes the contract as if she’s won anything more than wasted parchment and ink. Serves her right. Our second encounter didn’t go much better. I was searching for an item to defend myself in combat and she produces a strange stone. She claims that it is worth 5,000 gold and can “help solve my problem”. I ask what it does and she describes its color and appearance. I ask exactly for its function and she dodges the question again. She didn’t know. How can you sell something for 5,000 gold and not know what it does, tell that to your buyer, and still expect them to pay anything more than ten silver?! Why, I expect that she could have sold a plain crystal and claimed it had “healing properties” and someone in this town would have still bought it. For some reason the Kobalt decided that he wanted it and spent 2,000 gold on the item. Later I learned it was an Ioun stone so certainly not worthless but 2,000 gp? Hit it hard enough with a medium spell and it disintegrates into nothing. Oh well, your head should be disintegrating to nothing soon for yet again stealing my private journal pages so at least there is some comfort to things. I will say it was very amusing to watch Xendros tuck her tail between her legs and run the moment she heard of spiders within the city sewers. What kind of trader doesn’t utilize the underground to transport illegal contraband? Maybe you can enlighten me thief, provided you’re still in one piece and ever decide to show your face.
The Embark
Gods Above and Below have surely given me fortune. I have been granted a chance at a new life away from the realm of torture, away from the madness of the Moon Mistress and Belethor. Don’t misunderstand my dear thief whose head is about to explode for stealing my second journal, I did enjoy my time. Certainly more than you who should start feeling the headache shortly. No matter, keep reading and the spell won’t set in just yet. I digress, I will miss Belethor. He was such a strange entity who was so delightfully talented at word games beyond anyone I had yet to encounter. Why, even Artyom from the Al-Asaf couldn’t hold a candle to him and Artyom was quite the well read individual! Funny, I would bore the hours away in my cage watching him berate the Moon Mistress, sometimes even punish her. She always did seem a touch resentful when she passed me by on her way out each day. Funny, despite me being in the cage and her gliding through portals I think that I was in a way more free. At least Belethor seemed to welcome my tricks. Granted that may be in part to him gaining my soul once I could no longer stump him.
Alas! He is dead and gone now. Slain by a small party of who call themselves “The Legendary Adventurers of Drynna!” Such a strange group. An Orc, a Kobalt, and three humans each boasting magic nearly enough to make even the weapon trading efreets jealous. It was strange that they would adopt a man covered in rags and goo into their ranks although perhaps that is their gimmick. Many dead bodies lay around the portal they pulled me through and rather than lament for their losses and bury the dead they do a round of introductions! Imagine that you thief, instead of showing caution they welcome you. I could be anyone, I am anyone and they didn’t think to question me but for trivialities. Who was I? What was I doing there? Did I know what was on the other side? So very very strange. I think I will go along with them for a time. They say they need a scholar who can elaborate on the profoundly arcane. I don’t know the first thing about the true arcane, just twisting spells but they don’t need to know that. I might as well tag along. Oh, by the way thief, if you’ve made it this far try pinching your temple to shunt the blood flow. Should keep you alive till you can steal my next entry.
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