Born in one of the less seedy districts of Riddleport (as if such a place existed), Indrick and his rowdy band of siblings, numbering nine in all, were barely kept in check by their long-suffering parents. Their father worked the docks, whilst their mother operated as one of the city's cyphermages. She attempted to get her unruly little band of children to grow to be something more than miscreants and rogues, the kind of scum and ne'er do-wells that the city already had in overabundance. Indrick was the only one who listened to any length to his mother's long-winded lectures, lessons, and instruction of magic.... and even he didn't listen too well.
As he grew, Indrick paid less and less attention to his mother's drive to train him and his magical talent into an actual useable force. He much preferred chasing the pretty ladies, as most young men are wont to do. This habit of his has gotten him into trouble more than once, but usually his fast-talking got him out almost as quickly. Usually.
He managed to eke out a lean but manageable living doing odd jobs when he was inevitably kicked out of the house by performing odd jobs around the city. At night, it was down to the Publican House! The alehouse/temple of Cayden Cailean quickly became Indrick's secondary home. Good ale! Good prices! Always something interesting going on! And the temple of Calistra was only a short drunken stagger away. As a regular of the Publican House, Indrick was fast to learn various regional drinking songs, and was almost as fast to learn that he could earn a steady income from the patrons as a regular performer or leader in drunken song.
Sticking mostly to or around the Publican House, Indrick has spent much of his adult life so far doing what he does best: singing, drinking, and chasing ladies. For the most part, he can't complain about his life. Simple? Yes. That's not a bad thing, really. Sure, he's gotten into a few scraps and been through a few rough patches, but who hasn't? He knows well enough how to handle himself to avoid getting too deeply into trouble.
Or, well, he thought he knew. Not too long ago he found himself caught in bed with the wife of... well, calling him a crime lord would be giving the man too much credit, but the man had a decent amount of power within the city. You know, the kind where being caught sleeping with his wife is reason enough to flee the city for a while.
Indrick managed to escape to Sandpoint, just as the mysterious 'Black Fang' livestock murders began. He's not the bravest of men, he'll admit. He's doubtful that he'd be much good as a heroic adventurer. But that gold bounty on the 'Black Fang' would almost certainly be enough to appease the crime boss back home...
