Eric B. Mimsy III - Revision history

Megkitty87: /* Acquaintances */

2013-12-17T22:26:10Z

‎Acquaintances

Megkitty87: /* Relationship Chart */

2013-12-17T22:24:13Z

‎Relationship Chart

Megkitty87: Megkitty87 moved page Eric Bartholomew Mimsy III to Eric B. Mimsy III: To shorten the name to match in-MUSH

2013-12-17T21:36:08Z

Megkitty87 moved page Eric Bartholomew Mimsy III to Eric B. Mimsy III: To shorten the name to match in-MUSH

Megkitty87: added more Gods to help us. XD;;;

2013-08-09T19:54:59Z

added more Gods to help us. XD;;;

Megkitty87: updated Recent Events; update to Relationship Chart pending...

2013-08-09T19:53:09Z

updated Recent Events; update to Relationship Chart pending...

Megkitty87: Added Relationship Chart

2013-08-06T00:30:17Z

Added Relationship Chart

Megkitty87: Recent Events

2013-08-05T14:49:07Z

Recent Events

Megkitty87 at 12:19, 23 July 2013

2013-07-23T12:19:37Z

Megkitty87 at 12:17, 23 July 2013

2013-07-23T12:17:52Z

Megkitty87 at 18:19, 19 July 2013

2013-07-19T18:19:24Z

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-| Faruja Senra
+| [[Faruja Senra]]
 | Helpful!
 | "You are a good and honorable nezu, and I am most grateful for your assistance... but I will have a most delightful time finding out just how far your patience will go..."
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 | Celene Norena Mimsy
 | Mother (NPC)
-| "You never really loved us, did you?  True, you certainly went through the motions in rasing us, but... I've since learned that mothers actually /protect/ their children, even from their husbands..."
+| "You never really loved us, did you?  True, you certainly went through the motions in raising us, but... I've since learned that mothers actually /protect/ their children, even from their husbands..."
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 | Cedric Connor Mimsy
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 |occupation=Noble/Merchant/Trickster/Hobbyist Magician
 |quote=Having the best of everything isn't all it's cracked up to be - it makes all the small happiness in the world seem such a trifle.
-|footer=Discovered lightcycles and loves them - God help us all.
+|footer=Discovered lightcycles and loves them - God/Faram/etc. help us all.
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 |occupation=Noble/Merchant/Trickster/Hobbyist Magician
 |quote=Having the best of everything isn't all it's cracked up to be - it makes all the small happiness in the world seem such a trifle.
-|footer=Fell into Traverse Town and met Faruja Senra.
+|footer=Discovered lightcycles and loves them - God help us all.
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 Phobia – Heartless: Look too similar to Alexandrian Black Mages and were involved in the attack on Burmecia, but he’s not quite as afraid of them (yet).
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← Older revision	Revision as of 21:36, 17 December 2013
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 Eric Bartholomew Mimsy III was born into gold-gilded, richly extravagant, silver-spoon-in-mouth hell.  His parents, being entirely concerned with promoting the status of the Mimsy family, raised their four children to be impeccably well-mannered, clean, and disciplined.  They paid special care to the tutoring of their eldest, who unfortunately happened to be Eric himself.  For the first dozen or so years of his life, he went along with their demands on his youth in a desperate bid for their approval, learning every skill they threw at him no matter how much it dragged on his soul.  He showed some small promise in the art of Black Magic at a young age, and his parents insisted on him learning from a master.  Although he was at that point exhausted from the extensive studies he was already undertaking, he relented to their wishes, but he took to Black Magic very quickly and began studying it out of sheer enjoyment rather than obligation.  When he was twelve years old, he and his siblings were taken to a party at the royal palace, where he was presented to His Royal Highness, The King of Burmecia.  Eric, feeling understandably nervous, immediately asked where the bathrooms were as he felt like being ill.  Although his parents acted in good spirits and humor for the rest of the party, once they got him home they let him know just how disgusted they were with words that burned his ears to hear.  His brothers watched on with haughty looks on their faces, while his sister merely stared at the floor.
-From then on, his parents treated him with indifference regardless of how well he did, while their expectations and hopes shifted to his brothers, since his sister was the youngest and they were a set of twins.  Eric’s tutelage in Black Magic officially stopped there, but since he couldn’t bring himself to let go of the one thing aside from his parents’ approval that made him happy he studied in private, taking to the streets to practice his more rambunctious magic.  It was there he gathered a following of admirers – children who had never seen displays of elemental magic before came to watch the young noble who could make fire dance between his palms.  He basked in their admiration, coming up with increasingly spectacular tricks to impress them.  Right up until he accidently set fire to one of the market stands.  He’d put it out straight away, but it had burned so large so fast that all of the merchandise on display had been destroyed and the stand scorched black, so his parents were informed of the damages by the city guard.  Even more admonishments were rained on his head for his carelessness and, more important to them, his fraternization with commoners.  He was told never to associate with commoners again, to which he promised, since his audience had all either fled, ratted him out, or glared at him in hatred.  He figured they thought he’d done it on purpose, and with the rumors flying around his thinking was only confirmed.  But they were just rumors – his parents easily stomped out the blight on their name, and no charges had been brought forth.
+From then on, his parents treated him with indifference regardless of how well he did, while their expectations and hopes shifted to his brothers, since his sister was the youngest and his brothers were a set of twins.  Eric’s tutelage in Black Magic officially stopped there, but since he couldn’t bring himself to let go of the one thing aside from his parents’ approval that made him happy he studied in private, taking to the streets to practice his more rambunctious magic.  It was there he gathered a following of admirers – children who had never seen displays of elemental magic before came to watch the young noble who could make fire dance between his palms.  He basked in their admiration, coming up with increasingly spectacular tricks to impress them.  Right up until he accidently set fire to one of the market stands.  He’d put it out straight away, but it had burned so large so fast that all of the merchandise on display had been destroyed and the stand scorched black, so his parents were informed of the damages by the city guard.  Even more admonishments were rained on his head for his carelessness and, more important to them, his fraternization with commoners.  He was told never to associate with commoners again, to which he promised, since his audience had all either fled, ratted him out, or glared at him in hatred.  He figured they thought he’d done it on purpose, and with the rumors flying around his thinking was only confirmed.  But they were just rumors – his parents easily stomped out the blight on their name, and no charges had been brought forth.
 Eric spent years afterward trying to be as unnoticeable and unobstructive to the glory of the Mimsy name as he could.  Then, almost two years ago, his resolve on this snapped.  The reasons for this were quieted, but the resulting row had Eric packing his bags and taking off to Lindblum on an airship.  He spent a year building a small business there – a store which specialized in interior décor – before coming back to try his luck in Burmecia.  He’d been walking out of the merchant’s district, having just purchased some merchandise he hoped to sell in his new store and furnishings for his possible new home, when the first explosion in the Alexandrian attack occurred.  He does not recall what happened next, but he was whisked out of his world through darkness and deposited into this one with battered clothes cloaked in the smell of ash, one seriously bad headache, and his magic mysteriously sputtering on empty.

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 |height=6'0"
 |weight=130 lbs. (approx.)
-|series=Final Fantasy IX
+|series=Final Fantasy 9
 |styles=Black Mage
 |hometown=Burmecia
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 |occupation=Noble/Merchant/Trickster/Hobbyist Magician
-|quote="Having the best of everything isn't all it's cracked up to be - it makes all the small happiness in the world seem such a trifle."
+|quote=Having the best of everything isn't all it's cracked up to be - it makes all the small happiness in the world seem such a trifle.
 }}
 =History=