Character
Information (long biography)My father, Ioreth Ravenswood, was a human knight on campaign. He was wounded, and came to my mother's village, to her door, for help.
My mother, Thalia Culeidor, was a very compassionate woman, so she gave him aid. After a few days he was healed, but he pretended to be still too weak to go, because he was in love with her. My mother, being the smart person that she was, saw through his ruse, but did not send him away, for she had fallen for him, as well.
They eventually professed their feelings for one another, and they decided to be married. However, she was already promised to marry a wealthy nobleman, Arian Silvermoon III, and my grandmother and grandfather would not allow her to go through with this marriage. But their love was too strong, so they went to my mother's cousin, a druid, who had a particular dislike for Arian, and had him marry them. After that my grandparents stopped talking to my mother and father. They didn't care; they had each other, and soon me.!
I had a good childhood, for the most part, but when I was 6 winters, my father was called to fight against the army of an evil orcish warlord known as Thaur. At first he refused, but when he found out that if he did not serve he would be executed, he went on the hope that he may come back alive. I never saw him again, but I swore upon his grave that I would not stop until I had slaughtered this Thaur, as he did my noble father.
Since my mother had no means of earning money, she was offered once again to marry Arian Silvermoon. She had no choice but to accept. After that my life was dull and boring. I had to take a lot of classes in manners and ballroom dancing and the like. I knew from the first day that this was not the life for me; that I had to get out and do something more exciting with my life. Soon I found out what that something was.
When I was 11 winters, I went to Faerun’s annual Festival of Lights. Sent with me was my advisor, Doravin. I was to not consort with any of the commoners, but Doravin was lenient, and there I met my lifetime friend Dakkon Blackhammer, a dwarf from the mountain town of Khaz Modan. Now, I know that dwarves and elves usually don't get along, but my parents (when my mother was with my real father), as well as Dakkon's, were not very conservative, so they didn't impose these ideals upon us (Arian tried, but I would not listen, for I was sometimes ridiculed for not being a full-blood, and I would not be closed-minded toward others simply because of their race).
It turns out that Khaz Modan was not far from my village, only five or six miles. On the unused road between them, there was a small lake. I agreed to meet him there on the eve of the next day. I asked Arian (a bad move on my part), and he utterly refused to let me go. But a promise is a promise, and there are alternatives.
So I would sneak out, once a week, to meet Dakkon at the lake. I was good at it too. I was never caught, not once. So then I figured, if I'm good at sneaking around, what other thieving abilities might I have? So I started picking the pockets of the workers in Arian's villa. I would always give their things back, of course, but I found I was good at that, also. I spent the next 4 years refining my skills, sneaking out during the night, stealing pastries from the kitchen, and once I even stole a statuette from Arian's bedside table while he was asleep.
When I turned 16, I decided I would become a thief. Not a cutthroat brigand, no, I would be a hire-out professional, obtaining political documents for wealthy aristocrats and the like. So, I planned to go to the nearest large city, Toraath, to get some...professional assistance. I left my mother a note, grabbed some supplies and some food from the kitchen, stole a purse from Arian's room, and I was off. It took some time (and some money), but I was eventually pointed to a ramshackle inn that served as the headquarters for the local Thieves' Guild. I knocked on the door and they refused to let me in- that is of course until I jingled my purse ( Arian's really). I was hastily escorted downstairs to the Master Thief of the guild, and after a few well-placed gold pieces, he decided to train me in the various skills I would need. I passed the tests with flying colors, and he said I was quite good for a pretty-boy (a statement which I resent). He even set me up at an inn, and got me a couple of customers.
Word got around that I was good, so other people started to hire me. There was plenty of business in that town, a lot of political intrigue and whatnot. A couple times I had to fend off attackers, back-alley pad foots that said I didn’t belong. But I showed them, and soon began to earn their respect. After a while I was asked to join the Thieves'Guild, but I declined. I work for no one. I am my own man. This is where I am today.