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Name: Troy Snow
Age: 19
Social Class: Clergy
Birthday: December 23rd
Family: Unknown
Preferred Element: Water

Dear Father Henry,



My father discovered that my mother was unfaithful, and does not believe that he is my biological father. As such, he refuses to raise me. He told my mother that if she did not do something with me that he would leave her, which is why I am here. Please give me to a good home.



The letter's contents hit Father Henry like a sharp dagger as he mouthed the words to himself. The penmanship was elegant and precise, or at least he thought it was. The falling snow had left the ink bleeding and faded. It was found pinned to a small basket, and within was a baby that could not have been more than a week old, shivering in the cold.



"It's a miracle you're still alive," Father Henry spoke to himself in the entryway of the small orphanage he ran in a small town a few days ride from Reyse.



It was unclear just how long the child had been left outside his door, but for it to be as cold as it was, it had to have been a good while. "A shame," he continued, "that your mother could not have even made sure you were safe." He had the child against his body, trying to warm it up, as he went to find blankets and food. The orphanage hadn't had a child so young in a very long time, but even so he could not turn away from an abandoned child.



Since it didn't have a name, Father Henry decided to call it Troy Snow, after his own father's first name and the fact that he was found in the snow outside of the orphange. Not very original, but it would do.



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"Three years," Troy mumbled to himself as he sat on the steps leading to the small room he lived in above one of the smaller churches of Reyse, as he turned the letter over in his hands. It was the only thing he had to remember his parents by, not that he could remember them to begin with. Troy was never sure why he kept the letter for so long, but it was the only thing he had that tied him to his parents, even if he didn't know who they were. The only thing he knew, was that they had left him outside the orphanage, with the note. It really wasn't much of a letter anymore. The paper was close to falling apart and the ink almost completely faded away.



It also reminded him of the orphange he left, three years prior, when he decided the best way to repay Father Henry for everything, and the Lord for the life he was given, was to become a member of the Clergy. Now, another new leg of his life was about to start, as he awaited the arrival of the Everthorne Academy Testers. He hadn't decided if he really wanted to attend or not, and instead resigned to make the best of what was given to him. If the Lord decided he should have the gift of Magic and attend the Academy then he would do his best, if not... then things would continue on as they always had.



When he was told that he would indeed had the gift of Magic and would be attending the Academy in the next few weeks he had no reaction. Troy bid the testers fairwell and began to make preparations to close the small chapel for the coming month.

Troy is a very faith-filled clergyman, as a clergymen should be. He lets the world come as it is, with little expectations one way or another, but he tries his hardest in whatever he does. Any opportunity given to him should be taken to its full advantage. Afterall, opportunities are a gift from God as well as a test of ourselves. However, Troy is quite laid back as clergyman come. He feels the best way to preach is through example, friendship, and being someone that anyone would feel comfortable coming to to talk.

Troy keeps himself clean shaven, clean cut, and dresses extremely nicely, even for a priest. He has pale skin, light blonde hair, blue eyes, and is surprisingly well built and atheletic for a priest.