#'he looks like a fancy guy from newtown' - my sister

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ALARIK McADAMS

GITHYANKI SORCERER – WILD MAGIC GUILD ARTISAN – APOTHECARY

From the moment Alarik hatched from his egg, he has had direct access to an uncontrollable, unstable part of the Weave. Raised in Crèche V'llor, Alarik wanted nothing more than to ascend to the highest honour of Vlaakith's knights, but his wild magic surges repeatedly hindered his and others' training. After thirteen years of unpredictable, dangerous magic surges, his sa'varsh ultimately decided he was more trouble than he was worth and ordered his death.

Protected by his wild magic, Alarik proved to be untouchable. The githyanki of Crèche V'llor simply decided to discard him somewhere in Faerûn to let istik deal with him instead.

Alarik found himself in Waterdeep. Homeless and alone, soon enough two human alchemists – a married pair of ex-artificers now settled down after years of adventuring – looked after Alarik as he stayed on the streets, extending an invitation for the gith child to stay with them. Frightened of this new world, weeks passed before Alarik eventually became comfortable enough to take them up on their offer. Soon he was officially adopted as their son.

The McAdams trained Alarik to control his wild magic as best as they could. Now, instead of his surges unleashing at random, they would only flare up when he cast spells and tapped into the Weave. They decided it was best to homeschool Alarik – despite his growing control over his magic, he still posed a threat to anyone unequipped to handling dangerous magic, and they didn't have the funds to send him to a prestigious magic academy that would teach him full and total control.

Now, fifteen years since he met his parents, Alarik works alongside them, selling potions, ingredients and homemade magical items to the people of Waterdeep. He keeps a handle on his wild magic surges, something he has found became especially easier once he kept a lid on any errant emotions or feelings. He lives a static, stagnant life – one he is more or less happy for.

The closest people Alarik can call friends are the regulars who visit his parents' shop. There was a nice wizard who came in once or twice who Alarik didn't catch the name of, but he would've liked to have struck up conversation with him at least once more – he hasn't visited in several months, but his tressym has come in all by herself a few times, haggling fairly persistently for a magical item or two. Alarik was glad to give them to her on the cheap, but couldn't help but hope he would cross paths with that wizard again one day soon.

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