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About Rassil

Rassil is alone. He was found in swaddling clothes at the doorstep of a very poor orphanage. When the nursemaid moved back the blankets covering his face it was easy to tell why... The other children always hated him, and indeed spent the majority of their time making his life a living hell. If he wasn't able to run away he would be ganged up on by 5 or more of them at a time. Every time Rassil became the victim of these assaults he was also punished for starting the incident to begin with. The caretakers at the orphanage always just assumed they could beat him into a decent person if they only just tried hard enough. The whole nurture vs nature argument.

Rassil grew up idolizing the near legendary Aldori Swordlords. He sees them as the opposite of what he is. They are strong and respected. He cannot visualize them ever being picked on the way he is constantly.

One day, after successfully escaping his tormentors, Rassil found himself in an unfamiliar part of the city. As he strolled along the beaten and worn cobble streets he heard the sounds of men arguing. Curious, he quietly approached the scene. He was too late to overhear any real details, and as he rounded the corner to see what all the ruckus was about, he was suddenly splashed in the face with something warm. He gave a small sound of surprise and was noticed by a man in dark leather clothing, carrying a very bloody longsword. Frightened so badly he couldn't move, Rassil just stared, shaking, at the man who he was sure was about to end his miserable existence. The man looked at him with a strange expression mixed of amusement, recognition, and oddly, fear. He said not a word as he removed the hood of his cloak, revealing long black horns. The man raised his sword and swung as if to strike Rassil, and something happened! The man grunted and was suddenly still. A long red line appeared at his neck, and his head fell to the ground, the sword however hung in the air in front of Rassil.

Lying in bed that night Rassil was still trying to figure out how his hands and clothes were stained red. Why couldn't he hear the other children tonight? The usually stayed up late to plot the next torturous day for him. He glanced out the window and saw that it was well past dinner time but he couldn't remember having eaten either.

Some days later Rassil found a job with a merchant caravan. He didn't care where it was headed, but he figured he had to run away soon. All he'd ever wanted was to be left alone, and now all he knew was he had to escape. Who else would they blame all the other orphans deaths on, when it was well known that an "evil tiefling" lived here.

And so Rassil having earned his meager pay with the merchants guards, shoveling after their horses, Parted ways with them near the stolen lands. Carrying a few supplies he'd purchased and the sword that had come to him. He disembarked to try and make his way in the world.

Male Daemon-Spawn Tiefling Magus (Bladebound) 1
CN Medium Outsider (Native)
Init +3; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +0