Just gonna put this here. Feedback is always appreciated. I was mulling over the story behind my Tiefling Rogue and eventually just sat down and got it out of my system.
Nobility. The word brings an awful taste to my tongue. There's nothing noble about the way those pigs live their lives. I would know, seeing as I was almost one of them. My father is the worst kind of corrupted aristocrat. He makes his living off of the efforts of the people beneath him, and constantly accepts bribes to allow the worst kinds of goings-on in his rule. His marriage was an arranged one for political purposes, and much to his dismay, his wife was ill suited to provide him with a proper heir. He needed a pawn for his own political gain, though, so he made an excursion to the poorest, wretched part of his city in secret. There, he found a Tiefling woman, some wretch living on the streets doing everything in her power just to survive, and abducted her. With no family, no friends of any good standing, and no one to really notice she had disappeared, she was locked in a secret part of my father's dungeon and forced to provide him with a child. Nearly dying in the process, my mother scorned the man, and swore to make him pay for his crimes. Unbeknownst to anyone, because no one made an effort to know her, my mother was gifted with minor skill in the magical arts, and cast a spell upon my childish form to make me seem human. I was raised as a human noble, well read and prepared to take up my father's estate. My father's wife passed not much longer after I was born, and thus I was brought up thinking my mother had been dead. I was always a mischievous sort, and the servants did their best to teach me respect and instill a sense of right and wrong in me. Eventually, upon nearly coming of age, one of my caretakers sorrowfully told me the truth about my birth and allowed me to see my mother, whom had been kept below the dungeons my entire life. She was so happy to see me and very proud of who I grew up to become, but not in the way a mother normally is. I had become the perfect little heir my father so desperately wanted. She was proud of me because I had become the ideal pawn for her revenge. She told me that when I was to turn of age, she would end her life and her spell on me, and my true form would be revealed, bringing my father's reputation to ruin. Everyone would see him for what he truly was, as everyone saw me for who I really was. Her tale was true, as on the day of my birth, in front of my father's full court and many esteemed guests, my Tiefling heritage was revealed. My mother's spell faded with her dying breath, which resounded through the halls as a triumphant cackle. My father was furious, both at the destruction of his esteem and at me, for no longer being a suitable heir. He beat me and cast me out, calling me a waste of time and resources and nothing more. He then declared that I had been possessed by a devil and had been destroyed during an exorcism by the church. My life was turned on its head. My mother and father both only saw me as a means to an end. There was no where I could go and no one with any love for me that I could turn to. I learned to live on the streets, in the shadows, fending for myself. I learned to steal. It was one day when I was imprisoned after getting caught, thinking of how to escape, that I questioned whether or not it was worth the effort, Why should I bother to escape back to a life of poverty and loneliness, just to be forgotten by the world when I inevitably died of malnourishment or some disease from some trash I had been forced to eat? It was there, in that cold, wet cell, dimly lit by the light of the moon, that I came to a decision. I decided to become a legend, the best thief to have ever lived, and essentially become immortal to the world through my tales. To spite my father, I would drag his precious family name through the muck until he lost everything he ever cared for. And to spite my mother, I would make something of myself beyond just her tool for revenge. I would wear two faces, the infamous spawn of an evil tyrant who would be remembered for the rest of time, and the brilliant hero who saves the poor from their lives of squalor. Why should the corrupt be gifted with riches when the good people continue to struggle? No more. No more chains. No more rules. No more living in the streets. No more being the meek boy who let life push him around. This is my story. I choose how it ends.
I'm also using a Tiefling Rouge, and I thought that my backstory was at least okay, and I can draw parallels with this. I'm actually astonished at the complexity and depth of this, so power to the player. Sounds great, all I would like to know is how he got out of the cell.
Just gonna put this here. Feedback is always appreciated. I was mulling over the story behind my Tiefling Rogue and eventually just sat down and got it out of my system.
Nobility. The word brings an awful taste to my tongue. There's nothing noble about the way those pigs live their lives. I would know, seeing as I was almost one of them. My father is the worst kind of corrupted aristocrat. He makes his living off of the efforts of the people beneath him, and constantly accepts bribes to allow the worst kinds of goings-on in his rule. His marriage was an arranged one for political purposes, and much to his dismay, his wife was ill suited to provide him with a proper heir. He needed a pawn for his own political gain, though, so he made an excursion to the poorest, wretched part of his city in secret. There, he found a Tiefling woman, some wretch living on the streets doing everything in her power just to survive, and abducted her. With no family, no friends of any good standing, and no one to really notice she had disappeared, she was locked in a secret part of my father's dungeon and forced to provide him with a child. Nearly dying in the process, my mother scorned the man, and swore to make him pay for his crimes. Unbeknownst to anyone, because no one made an effort to know her, my mother was gifted with minor skill in the magical arts, and cast a spell upon my childish form to make me seem human. I was raised as a human noble, well read and prepared to take up my father's estate. My father's wife passed not much longer after I was born, and thus I was brought up thinking my mother had been dead. I was always a mischievous sort, and the servants did their best to teach me respect and instill a sense of right and wrong in me. Eventually, upon nearly coming of age, one of my caretakers sorrowfully told me the truth about my birth and allowed me to see my mother, whom had been kept below the dungeons my entire life. She was so happy to see me and very proud of who I grew up to become, but not in the way a mother normally is. I had become the perfect little heir my father so desperately wanted. She was proud of me because I had become the ideal pawn for her revenge. She told me that when I was to turn of age, she would end her life and her spell on me, and my true form would be revealed, bringing my father's reputation to ruin. Everyone would see him for what he truly was, as everyone saw me for who I really was. Her tale was true, as on the day of my birth, in front of my father's full court and many esteemed guests, my Tiefling heritage was revealed. My mother's spell faded with her dying breath, which resounded through the halls as a triumphant cackle. My father was furious, both at the destruction of his esteem and at me, for no longer being a suitable heir. He beat me and cast me out, calling me a waste of time and resources and nothing more. He then declared that I had been possessed by a devil and had been destroyed during an exorcism by the church. My life was turned on its head. My mother and father both only saw me as a means to an end. There was no where I could go and no one with any love for me that I could turn to. I learned to live on the streets, in the shadows, fending for myself. I learned to steal. It was one day when I was imprisoned after getting caught, thinking of how to escape, that I questioned whether or not it was worth the effort, Why should I bother to escape back to a life of poverty and loneliness, just to be forgotten by the world when I inevitably died of malnourishment or some disease from some trash I had been forced to eat? It was there, in that cold, wet cell, dimly lit by the light of the moon, that I came to a decision. I decided to become a legend, the best thief to have ever lived, and essentially become immortal to the world through my tales. To spite my father, I would drag his precious family name through the muck until he lost everything he ever cared for. And to spite my mother, I would make something of myself beyond just her tool for revenge. I would wear two faces, the infamous spawn of an evil tyrant who would be remembered for the rest of time, and the brilliant hero who saves the poor from their lives of squalor. Why should the corrupt be gifted with riches when the good people continue to struggle? No more. No more chains. No more rules. No more living in the streets. No more being the meek boy who let life push him around. This is my story. I choose how it ends.
I'm also using a Tiefling Rouge, and I thought that my backstory was at least okay, and I can draw parallels with this. I'm actually astonished at the complexity and depth of this, so power to the player. Sounds great, all I would like to know is how he got out of the cell.
Thanks, I appreciate that! His escape is a fun idea I've been thinking about, and I might go ahead and type it up and flesh it out at some point.