Born to a poor substinance farming couple in the wilds, Bahrothe is of questionable heritage. His family was generally looked upon others as cursed, wicked, and vile.
Given to a wizard as a young boy, Bahrothe showed exponential growth as the only apprentice that his Master ever trained. The growth in magical talents, particularly evocations, was something that his Master would have expected from an elf, or a celestial...but certainly not from a human child. Long before his sixteenth birthday, Bahrothe proved himself as something of a prodigy when it came to drawing the forces of nature and pure energy into his desired shape. Whether it was a needle of flame to ignite a spiders web, or a fork of lightning that one would expect from the Gods themselves, Bahrothe was beyond capable in all things magic. Upon his twentieth birthday, his Master released him from service...
Of note is his particular dislike of the undead. Bahrothe sees them as alien to the natural order of things and goes to all lengths to see them destroyed. Whereas he views no other things in life as a matter of law and order...the repugnancy of undeath is so great within Bahrothe that it has become something of an obsession to destroy the undead wherever they are found.