My name is Rainstorm Yoshi. I am beginning to document my past so that others may read it. You may find this interesting, you may find this boring, but it is my history and so I shall start at the beginning. I was born into a poor family. My mother died when I was young, and so I don't remember much of her. My mother's name was Cloud and my father's name was Hail. After my mother had passed, my father wasn't the same. He would talk about her everyday and constantly tell me stories about her. I would listen to the stories over and over no matter how boring it got after hearing it 50 times. It would have surely broken my father if I had not listened or not cared. So moving on, I hail from the continent known as Magica. It is one of 9 continents on the planet of Nimbus. On this particular continent there are many villages. I come from one of the larger ones known as Raindrop. My father had little money saved by the time I had come of age to attend the classes at the temple. My Yoshi age is actually closer to 102, but because of my heritage and the village that I come from, my life span is everlasting, though only natural aging. My life span won't save me from a knife in the back. I can change my age at will. I showed myself to the others as being close to 18 years of age. Being able to change my age is a blessing and a curse all in one. A blessing because I constantly see new people a places, but a curse, because one by one those people that I hold dearest to me die away. So many have passed since then, but I shall move on with my story. I checked out the Academy and went in for an interview with the headmaster. After some demonstrations of intelligence he had decided to let me in on a scholarship, but at the first sign of trouble, I would be out. I started to attend classes and from a very early age I excelled in the arts of magic. The rest of the Yoshi folk do not know this yet, as I have tried to hide it from them until now. I also became skilled in the arts of a ranger. After I had become strong enough I had trained to become a master of a weapon, namely the scimitar, in cases of emergency should conflict arise and my magic wasn't enough. In the meantime I was still training at the temple to master precipitation magic, adding further to my spellbook as I went along. I specialized in the magic of rain and thunderstorms. All other precipitation was my minor and excelled easily in these too. I left the village in search of adventure after mastering my magic and my choice of weapon, a scimitar in each hand. By this time three years had passed and by true age I was 105, though still 18 in the eyes of others. A week after I had left I had learned from a local in a town I had visited that my village had been attacked. I was now an orphan. I sank into deep depression for the next few months, traveling from place to place doing oddjobs and mercenary work for money. I absolutely hated it.

Then one day…

I was traveling along and I sat underneath a tree. It had begun to rain and I waited. Then disaster struck. Lightening struck the tree I ws sitting under and I lay unconscious. I had a vision of the Goddess Precipita had come to me and told me to lift the heavy weight on my heart and to let go. She told me to help others with their problems and seek those who would do harm to the ones I held dearest to my heart. She reminded me of my training in the temple and my rank within the mages of Nimbus. I was within the top 100 of my continent, top 500 of all of Nimbus. When I had awoken from my unconsciousness, I found myself in a bed in an inn. Apparently I had been there in a coma for 2 weeks. Someone had found me soon after I was knocked out. It was an old man who was traveling down the road at the time. When he saw me, he thought I was dead and then kept going. When I started to stir he hurried up and put me in his cart. He whisked me away to the nearest village and dropped me off at an inn. My fare had already been paid for when I had awoken. The old guy paid it, because apparently he was worried about me. I never saw him again. The only reason I know of him is because I got a description from the innkeeper. It was very kind of the old man to help me, and damn well might have saved my life. So I began to wander the 9 continents of Nimbus. I was actually wandering 7 of them; 2 of them haven't been seen since the Thunderclap War, but that is another story for another time. So as I wandered I tried to spread the word around about my vision. I found rejection smacking me in the face left and right. People didn't believe my story, they thought I was some sort of crazed loon. Well, as I continued on, my faith got less and less (in the people not in my Goddesses). Then it was proven to me that I had really seen what I thought I saw. I was wandering through the continent of Snowfall when a messenger caught up to me. He was delivering a message from my father. My father had sent these final words with his death in a letter,

"Rainstorm, you must continue on to become a great mage and to fight for what is right. I cannot guide you anymore for I am fading fast as I draw my final breath even now as I speak these words. Take the medallion I am sending you for it shall guide you in my place. I will always be with you......"

The messenger had a small box for me. Thank the Goddesses that he was on horseback or else he might never have caught me. He had to track me from when I had left. The only reason he knew where I was is because he had heard of my accident with the tree and the lightening and had visited that inn. I opened the box and inside I found a small silver medallion. I recognized it right away. It was a holy medallion that had been passed down through many generations of clerics, priests, and precipiwizards (that's what I am). It was a plain silver medallion with an etching of a raindrop on it. The sign of the chosen of the Goddess. The medallion was only given to those chosen by Precipita herself to carry on the holy work. People started to believe my tale then. Slowly at first, because they still did not know whether or not I was trustworthy. Eventually, I had spread the word through the world of Nimbus. As for who believed me, I did not know. After Nimbus, I had to find another place to spread around what had happened to me and to show the people that my Goddess existed. I had no idea where I was going. One day I was wandering around an old mages stronghold, when I came upon a trap door in the floor of the ruins. Inside, there was a very old machine, and it seemed to still work for it glowed with a brilliance that lit the whole room. From the looks of it, it was an old travel prism that had been used in times before to send precipiwizards to other worlds. I approached it cautiously, and then there was a loud humming sound. I stopped and pondered, then decided to use the machine. In a bright flash of light I was gone, and in another place in an instant. I had no idea of the name. In this place it seemed, there was no record of my Gods and Godesses so I had set out to be a wanderer once more. If I didn't mention this before there are more Gods and Goddesses. My major Goddesss is Precipita, my minor Goddess is Stratusta. I had chosen these two Goddesses for two very specific reasons. For one they both are kind, holy, and honorable. It fits my style and I knew from the beginning of my training that these would be my principal deities. Secondly, most of the other Gods and Goddesses are either vengeful, cruel, dishonorable, or just plain evil. For some reason there were only few that would fit anywhere near the word good, Precipita and Stratusta fit into this small sect of Gods and Goddesses. I couldn't bring myself to be with any other Gods or Goddesses so I chose those two. Stratusta represents the realm of snowfall, winter, and hail. She was my father's Goddess. Precipita embodies all of precipitation, but is particularly fond of rain and thunderstorms (my specialization in precipitation in the temple if you recall). Finding no familiar signs or places of worship, I wandered alone. It has been 5 years since my days after graduation from the temple.

Since then I have been here working to show the Goddess that the sign she sent me was the one that changed my future, or shall I say ever-changing present?

Physical Appearance:
Age: Actual: 110 Portraying: 18
Height: approx. 5'6"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Eye Color: green with a touch of blue
Color: Sky blue with White underside
Home World: Nimbus
Clothing: Wears a brown cloak with a varying color of breeches and/or tunics. Cloak has a hood on it, which is usually worn down, and he has a medallion that's plain silver with a raindrop etched into it (see above) He usually wears brown hiking boots.

Abilities: Has the ability to cast spells, though too many castings will drain him of his energy. His spells consist of mostly weather magic, changing cloud patterns, creating precipitation, hurricanes, and so on. Though he also possesses some generic magic like the purifying water, or spells for a light source like Dancing Faerie Lights. There are a few healing spells known to him also: Heal wounds, Stop Poison, and Revive to name a few. Revive though tends to make Rainstorm very weary even if it's the only spell he casts! He is also trained with double scimitars, and the blades are each enchanted: One is called defender, the other is called avenger. Defender is enchanted to enhance ability to parry, and avenger for a more accurate attack.

Other:
Spell Drainage: As mentioned above, Rainstorm becomes weakened by his spells. His spells tend to drain his energy, and after casting too many he becomes fatigued and must rest for a period of time (anywhere from an hour to a full day depending on if he continued to cast while weary or not).