Bastard son of Horace Therengar
I was born in the slums of Tharos (growing bigger every year it seems) to a hapless barmaid (whore would also apply, she would do anything for a tip). I lived with my mother and her father, a retired fisherman(by retired I mean his boat was confiscated for not paying some tax or another). My grandfather was a complete drunk, but he was a fun drunk. He told tall tales on adventures he had at sea, people he had met, things he had seen. To believe him he had killed 28 krakens, rescued another 32 damsels in distress and been knighted in 40 different countries. He also told stories of the way Tharos was, how it had been, and the wonder it was. I loved those stories. He was a good man if not worthless, but he was all I had. My mother left when I was about 4 or 5. Grandfather said she was going to come back for me….I’m still waiting. He did odd jobs to try and support us but bless the man, he was useless at anything other than drinking and storytelling. So after a couple of years I managed to start supporting us. Begging at first, Then picking pockets or street vendors. I got really good at it, but who would really think a 6 year old kid is the one taking your purse (plus I was pretty darn cute.) One day after a particularly bad storm I found a baby bird sqwaking under my window. It must have been blown out of it’s nest. I brought it home and nursed it back to health and named him Draco. We have been inseparable ever since. several years passed and while we were poor, we were happy. Until grandpa got sick. Grandfather went pretty quick, before he passed he told me to take a portrait he had made of my mother to the Lord of Therangar. He told me my father lived there he would take care of me since grandpa couldn’t anymore (I did not mention to him that he had been doing a bad job of that. So I told him I would, that made him happy. He passed in the next hour. I really didn’t need anyone at that point so I went back to looking out for me. More time passed.
One night while sulking thru the alleys, I came across an either dead or very passed out man in robes. Never missing an opportunity I relieved him of his satchel and a nice dagger on his belt. When I got someplace safe I found a large well-worn book in it. The words were very odd yet somehow I could understand there purpose. While I wasn’t blowing up any building with these insights I was able to remember a few tricks from the book to create sounds or other little handy things. Learned them by myself really. That helped my growing criminal career. This ended abruptly when I was pinched…while trying to pinch… some very nice jewels. I panicked…I remembered what grandfather had said and told the guards my father lived in house Therangar. Long story short. He actually did come down to see me. It turns out he really liked my mom but his family had found out and disapproved of him with a barwench(or whore) and forbade him from seeing him. I’d like to think this is what sent my mom off the deep end, that she was truly in love with him and bearing his child was to much for her to bear. More than likely she boarded a cargo ship to some far off whore house in the sky for all I know.
After that I got to go live in a fancy mansion, had amazing food, a bed with real bedding and no fleas!! My fathers wife does not care for me, but his children were pretty decent and father treated me like one of his own. I learned how to control my magic with some proper training. It is nice, but I really feel unwanted. So when this opportunity to go in the envoy came up I jumped at the opportunity to go with my half brother and help out. I know how to make friends and I know a lot of people, People that nobility probably don’t want to deal with but really need there skills.