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"Leave this house, you are no longer welcome here. You are no son of mine." Calloway Redd bellowed as he stood with his fists clenched. Rage had consumed him, and as he spoke his fiery eyes shifted from his unconscious wife, to Hagen, and back to his wife.

"Mom, wake up..." Hagen rasped, nudging her gently.

Crouched in the corner behind the kitchen table, cradling their mother's head and doing his best to shield her from their father's view, Hagen's brother Henry whispered, "She's still breathing Hagen, I'll look after her. There is no reasoning with him, leaving is the only thing that will save you or our mother's life."

Calloway stood silent.

Still in shock, Hagen screeched, "I won't forget this you monster. You never were my father, and I never loved you either. You abusive-"

The world flickered, a devastating backhand knocked Hagen to the floor, away from his mother and towards the door, shattering the table and his nose in the process. Blood poured and pooled where he sat. It soon dripped out the door and onto the streets of Freedom Town, as if it too, was telling him to go.

With one hand braced against the debris covered floor, Hagen touched his nose to assess the damage. The pain blinded him. It took every fiber of his being to stay conscious. Hagen stared at his now blood stained hand, trying to think of something, some solution, some way to fix this. Hagen then looked through his fingers, he saw his still unconscious mother being held by his now crying brother. Henry mouthed, "please, go."

Interrupting, Calloway made his move, taking a threatening step that seemed to shake the very ground, he shifted towards Hagen. Hagen felt like a mouse, helpless, as he sat enveloped in the shadow cast by his looming father. "Bastard. If I see you again, I will kill you. Leave. Now."

That's the last thing Hagen remembered from that night. It's safe to say that his father's next blow knocked him unconscious and onto the streets of Freedom Town.

Drifting out of his daydream, Hagen reached and felt his ribs, how could they still ache, years after they had healed? He traced his nose with his finger tip, permanently disfigured and crooked. His thoughts drifted to his mother and brother, both of whom had abandoned Calloway soon after that fateful night; where could they be? Neither of them had contacted him over the years, and no amount of digging could turn anything up. Hagen had recently sought safe haven in Trunau, and Calloway, in his misguided rage had turned his attention to him. He has put a price on his head.

Finished reminiscing, Hagen turned to face his would be assassin. Tied up, gagged, sweating, and scared, the attacker sat. Hagen's familiar Klik, crawled across the immobilized bandit's face. It was a few hours before sunrise, and the two were situated not far from the Plague House located to the south outside of town, where Hagen enjoyed taking midnight walks to clear his head. How did the assassin find him?

Hagen cleared his throat, "I will ask you one more time, why has my 'father' taken up new interest in me?" He stooped and ripped the gag out of the attacker's mouth.

The bandit, trying to 'blink' and squirm the scorpion off of his face spout, "I'd rather die than talk to you, you... you... monster!"

Hagen's eyes flashed at the word, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Oh... I don't plan on killing you. No, no, no!"

The assassin's eyes lit up and a glimmer of hope shone.

"Oh, no... You'll wish you were dead, sure, but I won't be the one to kill you."

The assassin stopped squirming as he processed the previous statement.

"See, right now you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. I'm sure you planned to bugger off if things didn't work out tonight... and you know that if you go back home to Calloway, and you are going to go back home, and he hears that I'm still alive, you'll have hell to pay."

The attacker resumes his struggling and squirming with renewed vigor. "And, why would I do that for you?!"

"Because I need you to deliver a message to Calloway. I have started a new life here in Trunau, but I have not forgotten about him. If I ever see him again, I will kill him. Furthermore, he shall remove the price on my head. If he continues to send assassins, I will proactively seek him out, and end his life myself."

"There's not a chance in hell."

Hagen chuckles, but never breaks his stare. "Despite my 'father' and I's misgivings, I have picked up on a few things... You could say that I've learned from the best." He takes a step closer, his shadow casts over the bandit, making Hagen look ten times his normal size. "Though, I do have my own way of accomplishing things, that you may not be accustomed to..." He raises his hands and the air around him seems to grow cold and crackle. "You won't deliver this message because you don't yet know what I am capable of." Klik retreats off of the bandit's face and crawls behind Hagen. "Believe me, by sunrise, you will be quite eager to deliver my message." Hagen takes a final step forward and reapplies the gag. "And that death you would rather have? Perhaps my 'father' will grant it to you once I am finished with you." And with that, a muffled scream rose into the night sky.

Known Friend: Henry Redd, Hagen's younger non-biological brother. Henry resembles his father through and through. Large, muscular, well-built, and fiery red hair. Despite his similar appearance and mannerisms to his father, he has always been kind and compassionate to Hagen. Always the protector, always reliable. While Henry too was abused at home by their father, Hagen was by far the more common target. In fact, most beatings Henry received were from trying to prevent further harm to his brother. Despite no blood being shared between the two, their bond is strong.

Unknown Friend: Madame Periculum, a mysterious traveling merchant. Not much is known about Madame Periculum other than that she is a proprietor of mostly worthless trinkets, and that she has a cart filled to the brim that she totes from town to town. Hagen however has been told that she came to his aid the night that he was exiled from his home. When he finally came to, there was no indication of her presence other then a frightening little scorpion. Fortunately, this scorpion proved friendly, and quickly a strong, almost magical bond was formed.

Known Enemy: Calloway Redd, Hagen's abusive non-biological father. Cal the Red, the famous giant slayer, known for his prowess in combat, his large imposing build, his fiery red hair and his rage. Unfortunately for the Redd family, this rage followed him home and fostered a harsh environment for his wife and kids. Cal's wife, during a moment of weakness early in their marriage, slept with another man, a traveling scholar, while Cal was drinking. Nine months later, it was quite obvious from the first glance at Hagen's scrawny frame that he was not Cal's. Fortunately, Cal wasn't present for the birth, he was away taking the offensive on a giant settlement, so Hagen's mother dyed his hair, in an effort to keep it a secret. This secret kept for 19 years until it was ultimately undone. Once in the open, Cal exiled Hagen from their home.

Unknown Enemy: Raymond Crow, a humble farmer who makes his living just outside of Trunau. Raymond disliked Hagen from the moment he laid eyes on him. He is extremely superstitious, therefore he hates magic and all who practice it. While most residents in Trunau grew to accept Hagen, Raymond harbored resentment and blamed him for everything that went wrong, poor harvests, bad weather, etc. This anger and spite has grown to the point where he just might be ready to do something about it.

Hagen is the opposite of Calloway. While Cal is strong, loud, and rash, Hagen is meek, calm, and collected. Despite no blood being shared between them, they both have learned how to harness fear, and use it to their favor.

Hagen stands at an average height, 5'7" but is certainly small compared to most in the area. His nose is shattered and sightly, and despite being only 25 years of age, his hair and eyes are a smokey gray. Due to years of abuse, he walks with a slight limp, but he has learned to live with it, and he doesn't let it affect his mobility. Due to his physical condition, Hagen prefers to stay as covered as possible, opting for a heavy cloak for most occasions. He however is not afraid to use his appearance to enhance his presence when in danger, oftentimes this gives him an advantage in combat.

Hagen is one to stay quiet and is not generally sociable, however when he does speak, he does not consider the feelings of others, sometimes offending those with thin skin or less direct personalities. He is not one to commit crimes or murder, but he is one who will defend himself, his friends, or his family, and maybe, just maybe, depending on the circumstance, enjoy himself in the process.

Hagen [Redd]
Male True Neutral Human Witch (Shadow Patron), Level 1, Init 7, HP 8/8, Speed 30
AC 13, Touch 13, Flat-footed 10, CMD 13, Fort 1, Ref 3, Will 2, CMB 0, Base Attack Bonus 0
Crossbow, Light (35gp) (Bolts (20)) +3 (1d8, 19-20/x2)
Spiked Gauntlet (5gp) +0 (1d4, x2)
(+3 Dex)
Abilities Str 10, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None

Hagen will be a debuffer through and through. From his hexes, to his spells, to his ability to intimidate and demoralize opponents, he enjoys making enemies weaker and easier for his companions to mop up.