Creed's mother was a varisian woman unable to conceive. Her prayers seemed to fall on deaf ears. One night how ever it seemed someone was listening, for upon that night a child was formed from her and her husband. As the months of her pregnancy progresses everything seemed happy and perfect. It wasn't until the child's birth that they realized something was wrong. His skin was too pale to be varisian and his eyes burned like embers. The father accused the mother of adultery and grabbed the newborn, taking it to be left in the wild for the animals. The baby's cry was what saved it a passing cleric of Iomedae found him and brought him to an orphanage. He spent much of his childhood there but never fit in.
He chaffed at having to listen to the clergy that ran the orphanage. He felt stifled like a flame with no oxygen. He was constantly getting into trouble generally out of boredom. One night while he was asleep he had a dream that upon waking he never could remember but his bed was in flames. They never did believe him when he said he didn't know how the fire started, for weeks after this little fires would spring up around Creed especially if he wasn't paying attention or fell asleep. When a bully attacked him one afternoon Creed tried to defend himself and accidentally caused fire to erupt on the boy badly burning him. He ran from the orphanage and has never been back.
Living on the streets in Caliphas would be hard for most children but Creed saw it as a challenge and if there was one thing he enjoyed growing up it was proving he was superior to others. He grew into a young man surviving by the deftness of his fingers or the glibness of his tongue. When those failed him he would fall back to the fire that seemed to course through his body. One day in the markets he happened upon a young woman and reached into the bag hanging from her shoulders. Timing it just right his hand slipped in and then he heard the most outrageous sound somewhere between a cat and nails on a chalkboard. The woman spun around looking directly into his eyes with eyes that put the purest emeralds to shame. Creed did what any self respecting thief would do...he ran, but he couldn't outrun the memory of those eyes.
Nearly a week had gone by and he still remembered those eyes of the woman he tried to pickpocket; it were those memories that occupied his mind as he bumped into a merchant's stall knocking his goods to the muddy ground. Apparently he had sczarni connections because Creed had never had a beating quite as bad as that one. Just before blacking out he heard a woman scream and then he saw green eyes again. He awoke with a startle realizing he was in a clean bed with fresh linen. The girl with the green eyes was next to him with a basin of water and a rag. Her name was Lucina and she was the one who called the guard and had brought him back to her family's temple.
For the next few months Creed spent as much time as possible around Lucina. It was during this time that one night that Lucina revealed her family curse to him; the one about the three little girls. Creed stayed no matter what always being by her side. The two were married and after hearing about Belkzen the couple leave in hopes of finding a way to break the curse and give the three souls the rest they were denied.
After a harrowing journey and arriving safely at Trunau the two now stay in the Ramblehouse. Creed spends his time practicing his knifework in the Commons by day and performing as a firebreather by night, using his natural control over fire. He often gets into arguments with other people at the commons causing his wife to intercede calming both parties.
