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About Fedorian Silverleaf

Name: Fedorian Silverleaf
Race: Elf
Class: Rouge
Age: 120
Hair: Red/worn long with a Braid.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin: White
Alignment: Neutral

Family History:
The family moved to the capitol city 3 generations ago from the small elfish village of Lofthaven, after some forgotten events perpetrated by the great great grandmother of Fedorian (on his mother’s side) lead to them being banished and dishonored.

Family Members:

Fedorian Silverleaf: Middle Child of a Tavern owner and his wife Fedorian Silverleaf has spent most of his life washing dishes and serving ale to customer. Fedorian Pretty much is running the place after his father’s death. His mother is always “out” and when she is there, has a very cold demeanor with him. His older sister is not around and his younger brother is a religious zealot. Fedorian dreams of someday being a great adventurer, but feels like he will never do more than be a barkeep

Father (Policious Silverleaf): Deceased – Killed by A pack of worgs commanded by a drunken Goblin named Madmouth after an argument over beer prices. (Madmouth was never caught and is rumored to still be alive and in charge of a group of Goblins and a fairly large pack of worgs). Policious was the owner of a small tavern in the Capitol City, a very quiet and mysterious man, he always had a knack for having the right knowledge at the right time and was an accomplished swordsman and archer. Accused several times of corrupt business practices and of stealing gold from the patrons after they passed out drunk and robbing thier locked chests, his Tavern only attracted the seedier folk of the town. He had a tumultuous marriage to his wife Aristreaus who he always suspected of having affairs. Before his death though he had become visibly paranoid and seemed to always be on edge, which bordered on severe paranoia, by the end he sleep with his sword and wore magic charms as protection while he slept. He was able to pass on much of his skills with a dagger and swords and lock picking to his children before his demise, and the time he spent with his sons playing “spot the enemy” are particularly fond memories for both of them.

Mother (Aristreaus Moonglow – Sliverleaf ) Alive but very cold and aloof, not caring or nurturing to her children, after father’s death continued to work in the local tavern, supplemented income by prostitution.

(Fedorian assumed his mother was engaged in prostitution because of her being gone all night and being seen in the company of shady individuals and then returning home with large amounts of gold, but she was really the leader of a Secret female Assassin group (Night stalkers) founded by her Grandmother and took over active leadership after her husband’s death her assassin name is Dominica Nightshade. Fedorian has heard rumors of this group but does not know of the connection to his family).

Brother (Feanaeus Silverleaf): younger brother (youngest) Priest in a Holy temple, Does not like characters loose morals and lifestyle. Not willing to help the Character unless it’s a life or death situation. Feanaeus left home at an early age in search of himself, tired of feeling unloved and uncared for by his mother he turned to religion, basking in the love of his diety has given him a sense of purpose.

Sister (Glorianna Silverleaf): Much Older sister left home when character was young and never returned, he has not met her and knows little about her except for her name and that their mother said that she was last known (10 years ago) to be an acrobat and Knife juggler as a part of a traveling side show.

(Glorianna is really a member of the Night Stalkers and is her mother’s Right hand; she is in charge of their foreign operations and as such does not return home often. There is some question as to whether she was really the daughter of Policious).

Birth:
Nothing Notable happened when Fedorian was born, although it was very obvious that his mother was disappointed that he was not born a female and even more disappointed when her third child was a male.

Motivation:

Tired of washing dishes and serving ale in his families tavern, and convinced that his mother hates him Fedorian spends his days at the Tavern daydreaming about leaving this mundane existence and setting out on his own, come what may.

Beginning:
One late evening he is just finishing up washing the evenings dishes and dirty ale glasses, when a group of Travel worn adventurers stumble in off the street. He listens intently as they drink late into the night and tell stories of their exploits. Suddenly their mood turns somber as they talk about how one of their beloved comrades a rouge by the name of Olgeth Sneakpurse was killed on their latest quest when a trap he was disarming suddenly went off and impaled him through the face with a spear. The leader of the group seemed the most upset with the fact that they were now one member shy and that their next quest would require the skills of a rogue if it was ever going to be a success. Seeing this as his moment to act, Fedorian gathered up his courage and introduced himself to the group.

“My name is Fedorian, I couldn’t help but over hear your conversation, and I wish to offer you my services if you will let me come with you”!

After much discussion and reservation (after all this kid has no experience, and is still green) the group decided that they would give him a shot, but that they would not be held responsible for his death could he not perform adequately. With Excitement brewing within him he rushed upstairs to his quarters and packed his few belonging, grabbed his coin purse and then with a quill and piece of parchment quickly scribbled a note for his mother:

“Dearest Mother,

The chance has finally arrived for me to set out and become what I have always wanted to be, A Great Adventurer!! I am sorry to leave you with no one to wash dishes, but I am confident that you will be able to fill the position quickly. I hope to someday Return home a hero and that on that day you will finally be proud of your son, until then let the gods and goddesses watch over you and keep you safe”

Your loving son,
Fedorian Silverleaf – Rouge

He hastily placed the note on his mother’s bedside table, and as he turned to leave he caught a glimpse of his father’s old dagger and short sword hanging on the wall and his father’s old studded leather armor hanging on a mannequin. He decided that there would be no better weapons and armor for him to start his adventures with than those, It took a few minutes for him to get into the armor, but once on it felt like a natural fit and so adorned with his father’s weapons and armor he descended the stairs and out the door with the group, his heart leapt and he finally felt free!!