Elf Wizard


Race, Class, and Nationality

Elvish Wizard of Bet Dodera

Alignment, Background, and Personality

Chaotic Neutral Criminal; raised harshly on the streets to steal for her food, she conspicuously covets material wealth and finds it hard to resist the urge to take it when she can while dreaming of power and prestige yet to earn

Signature Ability Scores

Dexterity (19), Intelligence (18)

Signature Skills

Stealth (6), Arcana (6), Investigation (+4)


I lost my parents when I was very young. I’m not sure how old. I can’t even remember what they looked like exactly. I do remember being loved and having a warm home. I remember feeling safe. However, those memories are few. I grew up in squalor. Until the age of 12, I lived on the streets. I never knew where my next meal was coming from. I had to steal to survive. That’s how I met Hobe.

Hobe was the Duke of Dodera. One night a vendor caught me stealing bread. Hobe offered to pay for it if the vendor would let me go. At first, I thought he would be like the other men. Offering to buy me stuff if I promised to return the favor in other ways. The perverts. However, it didn’t take me long to realize that he was different, but I didn’t stick around to figure out why. I thanked him and went on my way. Over the next year, I would run into him several more times. Each time we would talk more and more. Granted I never fully trusted him, but I trusted him enough that when he offered me a place to stay, I took him up on it. Over the years he became a father figure to me, and me a daughter to him. He had lost his wife and daughter many years ago. I didn’t ask how. Frankly, I didn’t care. He was taking care of me, and I filled a void in his life. I was okay with that.

With Hobe’s patronage, I studied many things, but I excelled at spell craft. And even though I didn’t go without, I still found myself stealing every once in a while. I loved the thrill and the power of taking things that didn’t belong to me. It became an addiction.

I was 20 when Hobe died. Over the next 40 years, I used the money he bequeathed me to learn more about spell craft. I finally learned enough that I was able to start a spell book. But I want more. I want an entire arcanan library. I want power.


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