Old enough to party, young enough to make the ladies sigh, and mature enough to know when to hold em, and when to fold em.
Some specific skills that the goody-goods may not find favorable.
No matter where I go, there I am
Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Sylvan
I am entertainer, tale slinger, and friend to all. Life of the party in the public eye, but an adventurer with a specific skill set when on a mission. Some say I could be a diplomat with my skills of persuasion, but I prefer to work behind the public figures in ways that only an unaffiliated person can.
During the year 4689 I was born into a caravan that roamed the fertile and wild lands of Varisia. We were traders, craftsfolk and entertainers. My mother was a beautiful angel of the muse who loved a minstrel in the caravan. Unfortunately, their fame for music drew the attention of some nefarious individuals. Our caravan was taken as slaves by a Chelaxian Lord. My parents were tortured and eventually murdered before my eyes. I spent a several years learning the darker side of people. Recently enough, I was freed by some Anduran liberators and have joined their cause seeking justice for my parents' souls.