This is Sype. Sype version 2.0, that is:
As you may recall, the original Sype was both a Lore-master and a self-loathing elf, who unfortunately could take her pointy-eared legacy no longer and jumped off a cliff into a very small pond, fracturing several bones and drowning in six inches of water.
We then put out a call for auditions for a new LM, and out of many, many applicants (including one dwarf who didn’t quite seem to get the fact that dwarves couldn’t be Lore-masters), one cranky fellow stood head and shoulders above the rest. Mostly because he came in the room yelling wildly and smacking everyone unconscious with his staff, but still — he was left standing when everyone else was nursing major concussions.
“Welcome aboard to Team Syp,” we said, shaking his hand. “From today forward, you will no longer be known as Dennis Doileyton, but shall assume the moniker of Sype, avenger of small forest animals and drinker of fine ales.”
He burped. “Fine with me, I have gambling debts to pay off.”
You know how it is that sometimes you just feel the urge to reroll a class rather than pick up where you left off a long time ago? That’s how I was feeling here — well, that and I just couldn’t, in good conscience, play an elf (even a self-loathing one).
The new Sype is a departure for me — I almost never roll male characters, nor old ones, but Sype is both. I’ve built up a bit of a backstory for him in my head, too. Unlike 99.99% of the other Free Peoples in Middle-earth, he’s no hero and doesn’t want to become one. In fact, if it wasn’t for his crippling addiction to hobbit poker (and a huge streak of bad luck), he wouldn’t even leave the Shire, where he’d been leasing a nice two-bedroom in Little Delving. But now he’s broke, and he heard that fools all over the world are paying “adventurers” to do their dirty work for them in exchange for piles of money.
Sype likes money. He likes it a lot.
So he picked up his big honking stick and tottered out into the world, growling at the abundant sunshine and rainbows and anatomically-correct sheep (seriously, sheep in LOTRO have boy parts — I kid you not). The only time he cracks a smile is when his staff makes full contact with an enemy’s face, and he imagines all of his ex-wives behind the blow. Okay, he’s not the nicest guy, but that’s just how it goes. While everyone else is prancing around the Shire, playing music and singing “tra-la-la”, Sype is delivering eggs and running the post, cursing at the ever-present laziness all around him. One day, he’ll make them all pay — pay money, that is.