Sorcerer, The Crimson One

The Crimson One is my name, or alias, that is. my real name is only revealed to those within my esteem, something earned after lots of testing and proving yourself to me

I grew up in a small town, small family, but with decent wealth, we lived a quiet life until the day the sickness came when i was around 12. they called it Red Death, such a simple and silly name, and my family caught it, my mother, father, and sister. it started with simple reddening of the skin, and eyes, and other areas, but then progressed to coughing up blood and eventually the body shutting down. i knew i was next and i caught it as i had thought and felt. weeks passed, months, but i stayed alive as i continued burying family members and townspeople, i was barely alive, but somehow i knew i'd live, and one day, i went on a walk in the woods. on this walk i ended up trailing off from the path, and i continued so, hoping to find a quiet place to curl up and die, perhaps by a small tree so i could become one with it, and i found a spot, but nearby, as i felt my organs shutting down, a rock glowed, and with the strength i had left i crawled a couple feet and picked it up, and as i touched it, BANG, i felt this surge, this rush of power, as if everything in my body was being flooded, the last thing i recall seeing was a flash of all sorts of colours, more beautiful than anything i had ever seen before. when i awoke i was back in town, as i was discovered among the trees, and brought back, i was dubbed The Crimson One for my surviving of that sickness, and i thought as i lay in bed "if only there was a way for the Red Death to disappear" and as one of the nurses walked in, she tripped and accidentally gave a patient with the Red Death a small prick with an injection of a special natural remedy, and only two weeks later did we discover what it did: it cured the Red Death. things began to change, people were healed, and the remedy was improved, and eventually we gave out the recipe for the remedy, and helped other towns who had this disease run rampant. it was this chain of events that were part of my discovery of my magic. it turns out that rock had given me powers over chaos and coincidence, truly wild forces, to align with those things and to truly and genuinely connect with them and master them and control them in ways, and i found that rock again, and it is now in my satchel for all time, a coveted stone of power, one that i hold dear, and had engraved through my magic to have a symbol of my esteem. the rock occasionally glows and blinks still for various reasons, ones it took many years of travel and adventuring to learn, but i now have it figured out in small parts. the rock has this almost, life to it, as if it is the binding link between me and the forces i align with, or perhaps all it does is personify that connection via something almost alive, i have no clue which. over the years i tested and figured out my magic more and more, and have come to be quite skilled with it, and meditation only brings me closer in tune with chaos, and builds that connection and fills me with more of that power.