Former Spelljammer Slave

For as long as you can remember, you were a slave to a faction of humans known as the Chainmen. You traveled across the multiverse aboard a spelljammer ship performing menial tasks for your captors: making food, cleaning, loading and unloading cargo, performing basic ship maintenance, etc.

If you had a childhood or any sort of lifestyle before being enslaved, you don't remember it. Either the stress of slave lifestyle or some psychic treatment by your captors have erased those memories from you. You're not quite sure how old you are because time does not flow in the astral sea where the ship mostly sailed. Living things do not age there, and there is little reason to keep track of it.

You were rarely ever allowed off the ship, but between those occasions, visitors from other worlds aboard, and the diversity of other slaves on the ship, you know that intelligent life comes in every shape and size imaginable. You have been in the presence of mindflayers, beholders, dragons, neogi, plasmoids; creatures of myth or beyond imagining to most single-world folk are normal to you. You also know that the worlds these creatures come from are just as diverse. Your own kind must have a world of their own somewhere in the cosmos, but you know nothing of their culture and would have little in common with them but appearance.

You are exceptional; stronger, faster, smarter, wiser, and more cunning. Most slaves didn't survive long on that ship in those conditions. Not only did you survive; you paid attention. You followed one of the slaver crew members closely, learned their techniques and skills and practiced without being noticed. By chance or fate now you are free, and your captors are dead. Your training has hopefully prepared you to face the cosmos unfettered, and you retain a deep hatred for anyone and anything involved in the practice or trade of slavery.

Skill Proficiencies: Investigation