Tervon Valsienne has lived in Westcrown his entire life. Spending his youth learning the disciplines of unarmed combat and some light dueling, he was thrown out of that life when his patron and Uncle, Harkon Borusen, fled for Andoran amidst a scandal involving the summoning of an angel to combat the evils of Cheliax.
Unfortunately, Harkon was a well known as a patron of the arts, and his family ties were well known. Tervon's mother fled into the city's underground, to the acting guilds and hid with the lower classes in the mud and grime. About a year ago, Tervon's father, Xaldon, was found, publicly excrutiated, and the rest of the family absolved of the crimes of Xaldon and Harkon, who reportedly died in a clash with Hellknights charged with bringing him to justice.
Tervon had never seen either his father nor Harkon commit these blasphemies, and believes they were framed, losing faith in the system. Tervon, by this time, had grown into a man and had inherited Xaldon and Harkon's personality, quickly rising in the ranks of gutter fighters and actors, as well as more than a few street performers.
He's usually found daily performing as a juggler entertaining crowds in front of (GM's preferred playhouse here), or possibly doing improvisational acting to bring people into the seats. He makes enough, going by the stage name Tervon duJoncleur. Tervon lives in a small tenement with his mother, Cerise, as well as their servant, Orval.
About 6 months ago, a package arrived for Tervon, an inheritance and a letter from Harkon (a will, but Tervon refuses to believe Harkon is dead), stating plainly what Tervon believed, that Harkon was framed. Taking the funds included, he slowly began preparing, for what he could not know, but for something or some way to prove his family's innocence, and to remove the stain of infamy.
