Character 5 - Elf Rogue
You grew up in the Free City of Endmere, a bustling metropolis far to the north. Your parents were definitely the free-spirited types, not terribly concerned with raising a child, so you were left alone to "discover things" on the streets of the city most of the time. Mostly what you discovered was that the humans (who made up the bulk of the population of Endmere) thought a elven child was "cute" -- and you could get them to give you stuff.
This progressed to you realizing that you could also just take stuff - from shop stalls, or even from the pockets of the people in the market squares. You got pretty good at this, and the few times you were caught, people took pity on the "poor elf child" and let you go. This is how you spent your childhood.
Somewhere along the way, your parents disappeared; whether something terrible happened to them or they simply decided to journey off to see some other interesting part of Cartyrion, you don't know. All you do know is that for the last ten years of your childhood, you've been on your own on the streets - relying on your ability to elicit pity from the city folk.
Unfortunately, though, your last few brushes with the law of Endmere have shown you that while an elf child may be shown pity, an elven young adult doesn't get the same treatment. After successfully evading capture by the city watch after a failed pickpocket attempt, you decided it was time to seek out a new home, and perhaps a new profession. Adventuring sounds like fun!
Your parents were free-spirited elves whose desire was to experience as much of Cartyrion as they could. You got your sense of wonder and desire to see new things from them, but you also inherited something from deep in their pasts. Somewhere along the way, you discovered that if you concentrated for a bit, you could tell when magical items were nearby! In fact, it was your attempt to get a better look at a magical item that you sensed in somebody's pocket that most recently got you in trouble.
You have learned the basics of self-defense, and are pretty good with a rapier or dagger in your hands. Before leaving Endmere, you managed to "acquire" a passable outfit of leather armor, a workable rapier and dagger, and the few other survival necessities you would need on the road beyond the city. You have made your way south, into the Feywood - the elven forest you had heard about growing up - and now find yourself in the common room of the Bugbear's Head Inn deep in the heart of the forest.
This progressed to you realizing that you could also just take stuff - from shop stalls, or even from the pockets of the people in the market squares. You got pretty good at this, and the few times you were caught, people took pity on the "poor elf child" and let you go. This is how you spent your childhood.
Somewhere along the way, your parents disappeared; whether something terrible happened to them or they simply decided to journey off to see some other interesting part of Cartyrion, you don't know. All you do know is that for the last ten years of your childhood, you've been on your own on the streets - relying on your ability to elicit pity from the city folk.
Unfortunately, though, your last few brushes with the law of Endmere have shown you that while an elf child may be shown pity, an elven young adult doesn't get the same treatment. After successfully evading capture by the city watch after a failed pickpocket attempt, you decided it was time to seek out a new home, and perhaps a new profession. Adventuring sounds like fun!
Your parents were free-spirited elves whose desire was to experience as much of Cartyrion as they could. You got your sense of wonder and desire to see new things from them, but you also inherited something from deep in their pasts. Somewhere along the way, you discovered that if you concentrated for a bit, you could tell when magical items were nearby! In fact, it was your attempt to get a better look at a magical item that you sensed in somebody's pocket that most recently got you in trouble.
You have learned the basics of self-defense, and are pretty good with a rapier or dagger in your hands. Before leaving Endmere, you managed to "acquire" a passable outfit of leather armor, a workable rapier and dagger, and the few other survival necessities you would need on the road beyond the city. You have made your way south, into the Feywood - the elven forest you had heard about growing up - and now find yourself in the common room of the Bugbear's Head Inn deep in the heart of the forest.
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