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Sex – Male=1-49; Female = 50-100 [dice] 1d100[/dice]
Race – Human= 1-70, Elf= 71-80, Half Elf= 81-85, Dwarf=86-90, Half-Orc=91-96, Gnome/Halfling=97-100 [dice] 1d100[/dice]

[spoiler=background]Mathrael, Matt, the third child of the House Cotteryll of Land *X*. Over the past few generations the family has fallen into decline, never an expansive family. Once they were an exuberant, outward thinking innovative house. But they have slowly become decadent and insular; wasting money, investing badly and all meeting untimely ends. The family name still holds some regard amongst some of the older councillors, but by most of the populace it is regarded as a joke and a folly.

It seems that the scions of the family all meet with bad ends further disgracing the family name, none even reaching old age. Matt as the third child of the Head of the House knew that he would not inherit, though this did not bother him his parents knew not what to do with him.

Seeking advantage in their child Matt’s parents sent him to a Seminary of *God*, the prestigious school was barely within their income. Thus they used one of their connections to place him as the ‘whipping boy’ of the scion of a powerful family. This connection not only established Matt’s place and tuition but also enabled them to retain the social import that the House Cotteryll deserved. The slightest in his class, he was shorter than but a few. His school days were hard and though he was devout; the calling of faith never really stuck. Others in his class had dreams of Knighthood or joining the Ecclesiastical Orders, Matt just dreamed of avoiding his destiny, through gaining power.

As Matt grew into adolescence; his older brother had already sired a bastard, by a human manipulative merchant’s daughter. Ensuring even if Matt was in a position to ascend the throne there would be a dynastic war. The other effect of this coupling was that she had put out word for assassins to ensure that her child would be the next Lord.

After third prayers, Matt was hurrying towards afternoon lessons across the courtyard. A dark figure struck, a thrown blade hitting the gangly youth in the chest. He goes down but reaching to his signet ring/holy symbol bonded item, a brilliant flash of light erupts; momentarily dazing the attacker. An old professor looks out the window to admonish the boy for his tardiness, seeing the assailant he starts to raise the alarm causing the assassin to flee. Matt learns of his powers, though at a cost. Forced further out of favour in the school, the priests believed this manifestation to be a sign of his fall from grace. Shunned by most at the monestary, only the ancient librarian gave him a second look. The old sage helped young Matt learn the complexities of wizardry, though in secret and at night.

Since then Matt used his wits to locate the assassins’ source. A cut-throat, he found it was his soon-to-be Sister-in-laws doing. Ever since then he has been wary of his family. His parents passed in a fire as they inspected a warehouse. Matt was forced to leave the seminary after another assassination attempt. He wandered the desert/ice plains, seeking knowledge, scrolls and mapping the area. Joining caravans where he could or living rough where he must. Constantly on the look-out for his 'sisters' thugs. His brothers both died within a short period of time; the elder poisoned. The younger of a pox from a doxy house. Thus Matts 'Sister' inherited the House acting as regent for her son until the time he would reach the age of maturity (past her natural life).

He wishes to not suffer as all the men in his family have. Or if possible create his own dynasty, return his familial name to good graces.
Looking at the lands at the moment, i don't want him to be from an Elven forest, thus being insular and racist. Instead his family left the forests (homelands) during the ascension of their dynasty. Happy to mingle & in some cases breed with other races, they have a worldly view of learning and life. Accepting other cultures but remaining true to themselves and their hertitage.
The Lands I am looking at are the Linnorm Kingdoms, Varasia, or one of the desert kingdoms.

The night descended upon peaceful fishing village of Smutholt like a velvet veil. Galvert walked the street in high spirits; he had managed to get 5 bushels of dead wood from the cursed forest, the blacksmiths would pay well for that. As he started to approach Gwen's place his loins stirred, 'Yes, this is a very good day.'

He had know her since they were kids, running around the docks on errands. Or course it all changed, slowly at first, once adolescence arrived Galvert was kicked out of the house for stealing again and Gwendoline started to act funny talking to people who weren't there. Soon it escalated and she started to have bouts of insanity, followed by lucidity. Her parents had died and having always been drawn to her beauty Galvert took her in.