+2 Attack bonus, d10 (+d6 if already hit by that opponent)
Raised and trained by Vorzic.
(fathers raise sons, mothers raise daughters)
Reputation as youth: charming, mischievous and destructive.
Showed skill in Pole-arms and Great Weapons, and had an insatiable curiosity, running off to explore
At 12yrs, Vorzric, in frustration with the perceived shame I was bringing on the Clan, asked his friend Nadaar, the great adventurer, to indenture me, and travel with him and his party. This infuriated me, but I obeyed his wishes
For 5 years, I travelled with Nadaar. As an impish young warrior, the group rode me hard, and didn't suffer my shenanigans gladly. Although they could be stern, I was encouraged to grow and increase my skills . Over time I learned the importance of honouring promises and standing by friends. Nadaar, in particular, encouraged me to embrace personal excellence and honour. Over time I came to view our party as my surrogate Clan.
During one expedition into bowels of of an abandoned church, due to my inattention, I was caught out by a Flying Sword that nearly decapitated me! Nadaar was able to heal my wound, but I have a terrible scar to my neck, therefore I always wear a Keffiyah, to hide it.
When Nadaar released me from my apprenticeship, he gifted me with my prized Glaive that I call Cutting Response. On my return home, my sire Vorzric was still mistrustful of my changed ways. There was a great argument and I swore to not reenter Tymanther until Vorzic apologized. My sister Adgrah is furious with me.
Shortly after this, the story came out that Nadaar had gone missing (embarked on a private quest). Feeling that I owed him for the training and experience he had given me, I swore an oath to find him. Since then, I have roamed the Sword Coast looking for clues to his whereabouts. I recently heard that Hama Pashar, one of Nadaar’s Party, was in the Waterdeep area.