The Mage (My Extended Background)

[loremaster96]

Knowledge. That was his drive, his motivation… his obsession.

It was the pursuit of knowledge that drove the mage to build his tower, to hide himself away from all civilization. Locked in his tower, he was free to study, to learn, to experiment. The mage’s appetite for knowledge was insatiable, a plague upon his mind, body, and soul.

In the pursuit of knowledge, he lost everything.

It was the pursuit of knowledge that drove the mage to steal babes from beds, to curse towns and hamlets. Experiments, to see how the populace would react to what they would see as a god-figure punishing them.

The reactions were...odd, to say the least. Burning effigies of him at certain times of the year to stave him off? The mage laughed until he could not breathe. The babes he had snatched were returned, but the ever-curious mage had altered them, making it to where they would grow up so lazy they would not tend the fields, would not hunt the animals.

It was the pursuit of knowledge that drove him to study the undead that roamed the earth. The quaintly named zombies and skeletons were an interesting subject to study, what with their unfortunate habit of bursting into flames when in direct sunlight and their almost single-minded pursuit of their prey. What created them? What force drove them to murder those that they might have called friend, brother, sister at one time? Although he might not have been able to answer these questions, the mage was able to satisfy his curiosity, and he unleashed the horrors that had resulted from his experiments upon the local landscape.

In pursuit of knowledge, he wrapped himself in ancient robes, caring not that they were cursed. In his eyes, unending life was a blessing. An eternity to spend in the pursuit of knowledge? Nothing pleased the mage more than that.

In his relentless pursuit of knowledge, the mage forgot that he was human. No… it is more accurate to say he regarded himself above the lowly peasants that would come to knock on his door, begging for boons. “How could I, he who is immortal and steadily becoming all-knowing, ever come from such a flawed race as man?” he asked himself. The answer came easily to him, and he turned his mind to more important things.

Over the long centuries, however, the paradise that the mage had once enjoyed became flawed. He had exhausted his extensive repertoire of experiments; every time he unleashed a new horror upon the world, the humans, using their quaint little swords and bows, destroyed them. Of all his mutations, only the super-creeper, as it was called by the simpletons surrounding his tower, was still feared. And the super-creeper was rare. Without the mage around to infuse a normal creeper with magic, it took an exceptionally powerful bolt of lightning to create his greatest mutation.

The mage wandered his tower for a year, desperately trying to think of a new question to ask, a new experiment to perform. Despite all his knowledge, all the books he held in his tower, he couldn’t devise a new question.

It was then the mage heard tell of a hell dimension, called the Nether. People said that it teemed with unknown creatures, plants, even minerals.

Driven by his desperate obsession, the mage constructed a simple portal and cracked open the Nether.

And what a rush it was, to finally have questions again! How did the Ghast stay afloat? What created the cubes of sentient lava? What were those patches of living fire protecting? For the first time in a year, the mage laughed, exhilarated by the sudden rush of potential knowledge.

The Nether occupied the mage’s attentions for the better part of a century, and when he finally returned to his world, he found that scavengers had broken into his tower and made it their home. The sight of the mage, appearing from the vortex of ebony and violet as he did, sent the humans into a fear-driven frenzy, driving them to attack him in a futile attempt to oust him from his own tower.

It was as he watched the final human fall prey to his spells that the mage realized he had been ignoring the greatest question of all. “Why do they struggle to exist, when in the span of a century they will all be dead?” the mage asked himself, and with that question in mind, he deserted his tower.

The robes he wore were now a part of him, unable to be removed by any force. His voice was harsh and dusty from centuries of neglect. What little of his skin that could be seen had a deathly pallor, and he walked with a peculiar limp that he himself did not know how he acquired.

It was the pursuit of knowledge that drove him to descend into the world he had been terrorizing for the last three centuries, in search of what drove the humans he now considered the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

[Android]

I think it might be unfair to claim that you personally created something that anybody could find in vanilla minecraft. It basically denies them the right to discover it. :p

I'm speaking in relation to the supercreeper, fyi.

[Crashlander04]

Of all his mutations, only the super-creeper, as it was called by the simpletons surrounding his tower, was still feared.

((Idk, regular creepers still give me the odd heart attack here and there))

[Ian25]

Of all his mutations, only the super-creeper, as it was called by the simpletons surrounding his tower, was still feared.

((Idk, regular creepers still give me the odd heart attack here and there))

Creeper: Hi
Ian: *highpitched scream*

[Leech]

Of all his mutations, only the super-creeper, as it was called by the simpletons surrounding his tower, was still feared.

((Idk, regular creepers still give me the odd heart attack here and there))

Creeper: Hi
Ian: *highpitched scream*

A bit of an underexaggeration

[Crashlander04]

also, a mage who knows all and spends years mutating creatures - playing around with anatomy and whatnot - can't figure out how he acquired a limp?