Here is the character history I made for my first character. He was way too boring. But hey, first characters are often just experimental...



NACHA stands for National Automated Cash Handling Association. I was working at a bank software company with Melinda when I found out about Nero and started this character.



from 1991!   -lee



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	My name is Nacha of Mason.



	I come from the barony of Sardonia in the duchy of Evendarr.



	I was born in 569 to Leeland and Maria of Mason.  My father is a moderately successful traveling merchant.  I grew up on the road helping him.  Traveling for a living may seem like an exciting life but I beg to differ.  My father is a bit overprotective.  I could never venture past sight of the cart without him calling me back to help with something or another.  So then, I can proudly say that I have gone virtually everywhere and seen virtually nothing.



	On my eighteenth birthday I decided that I had to find out what existed around the corner from the cart.  My parents didn't want me to leave but I told them that I must go out into the world if I am to ever grow up.  I told them I would return with enough gold so they wouldn't have to work hard anymore and enough stories to tell my future children.



	Before leaving, my father gave me our family's heirloom ring.  It was only worth a gold piece but I understood its purpose.  I also took a good number of the gadgets and gizmos that I have collected over the years traveling with my father.  I also took my staff.  My staff represents my dream of traveling, my freedom.  I have spent thousands of hours sparring against trees, fence posts and walls.  Though I don't think I am obsessed, I would keep anyone else from touching, much less using it.  Unless they are a very close friend.



	I chose to wield a staff for the same reason I bring my small machines along with me.  A staff is useful for leaning on, prodding things from a distance, jumping streams with, defending one's self and even striking with.  Properly used, the staff can easily defeat a sword.  More importantly, a staff is an excellent defensive weapon.  I would rather block the blows of an opponent and reason with them than draw their blood.  However, I have hopefully prepared myself for both.  Now I consider my staff as a part of myself;.



	Only one month after I left home, I found a group of fellow adventurers that would take me.  I must admit I felt like the outsider; they all knew each other.  They told each other stories around the campfire and I felt almost honored to be allowed to listen in.  What a fool I was.  I trusted them.  I woke up one morning, almost two months after we had met, and found a note that read the following, "It was nice meeting you.  The pleasure was all ours.  Here is a copper piece to get you home."  They had left during the night.  While I had slept, they had very quietly stolen my pack, heirloom ring, and money.  Not only the two silvers in my pouch but the five gold carefully stitched into my clothing.  I must have told them about it once in passing.  After all, I had trusted them!



	I trudged home.  It took me almost a year to earn back the five crown that they had stolen but I was determined to go out again.  This time I would watch my back much more closely.  When my parents heard my story, and that I was going to leave again, they became crazy with worry.  My father went so far as to purchase a suit of plate mail armour out of the Westmarch Catalog.  I told him that plate mail and a staff go together like the Toymaker as Nobility but he wouldn't listen.  It arrived two fortnight later.  I must admit that it is quite becoming.



	I set out again.  This time I'm a little smarter.  I have respect for those that robbed me but if I see anyone wearing my father's ring, they had better have a good explaination.  I also understand the thieves' point of view.  They had little money of their own and I came along with all the best things given to me by my parents.  I didn't really have to work for any of it.  I could almost see myself taking from the rich to give to those less fortunate.  But that is only a day dream.





	On one of my first adventures, I was walking just outside of town during the night when I had my first encounter with a Troll.  It was almost my last encounter with anything.  It lumbered out of the shadows almost groveling, "Do you have some food? Food for me!"  I thought about giving it some snacks but before I could move it was upon me.  With three strikes I was knocked unconcious.  It ran, leaving me for dead.  I hate Trolls.  I despise Trolls.  Their kind should be obliterated.  My life was just barely saved by my friend Alexander Grimgoth, everyone calls him Grim.  So I would trust him to watch my back in a fight, and more.



And so my adventure continues...





										Nacha of Mason,