I was born to a family of thieves in a small province, outside of a major city. At the age of three, my parents were arrested for robbing a family passing nobles.

As a part of a settlement agreement, all of us children were “voluntarily” placed under the “guardianship” of those nobles at thier country estate, Summerspeak. There, we were raised and trained as foot servants to Lord Heath and his wife, Lady Drea. I took well to my position and would have been happy to remain in that station for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

One day, my younger sister and I were granted the privilege of accompanying Lady Drea on an ocean voyage as a part of her entourage. It was the most thrilling moment of my life to date until it turned tragic. While traveling across the open sea, our ship, The Wyrm’s Wing, was ambushed by a school of sea spawn that scaled the ship and decimated the crew. To what purpose, I’ll never know…

The moment I saw the horrifying image of these creatures climbing the hull of the ship, I immediately abandoned my post in sear for my youngest sister, Tess. When I finally located my sister, about to fall prey to one of the monstrosities, something suddenly rose up in me that I’d never experienced before. An arcane force bubbled through my veins with an intensity that was impossible to contain. It was a force I could neither understand nor control but I allowed it to flow through me and blast the wretched thing with a chaotic bolt of arcane energy.

My last memories were the smell of salt air mixed with burned piscine flesh and crackling ozone as I leaned over my little sister and tried to breathe life back into her. I awoke some time later, clinging to life aboard a piece of ship’s flotsam. By the luck of the Gods, I was found by a passing vessel. Unfortunately, that vessel turned out to be crewed by pirates.

I was press-ganged into service aboard the pirate ship, Beshaba’s Blessing. The work was torture and my future seemed bleak until I made friends with a young apprentice-level elven wizard named Borthus. He helped me understand the nature of my sorcerous power. He even helped me control some basic cantrips. Together, we managed to escape the pirate vessel, find our way to shore and go our separate ways.

I returned to Summerspeak Estate a changed man, looking to see what remained of the life I had lost. Indeed, little remained. After the death of Lady Drea, Lord Heath fell to despair. With no heir to maintain the family line and authoirty, Lord Heath’s estate fell to regional irrelevance. The staff dwindled to but a few. However… among them, I was shocked to find my little sister, Tess.

In the years since, Tess became an indispensable part of the estate. She was prized not only for her skills as aleader and organizer, but also as a source of comfort, joy and inspiration to the beleaguered community. Our reunion was the happiest moment of my life. I explained to her the crossroads my life was at. She listened thoughtfully but didn’t hesitate in her suggestion that I use my gifts to aid those in need. She presented herself as living proof that the goodness of my work could ripple out into the world in ways I might never know. Her words confirmed what I already knew. I had a destiny to seek out. I embrace my duality as a mild-mannered individual who exists as a vessel for a chaotic magical force beyond my understanding. With that, I said my farewells to Tess and my old friends. I took their advice and set my feet towards the coast where I hoped to serve on a craft headed directly toward adventure.

Life has never been easy. Heh, that's not even covering half of it. Beaten and abandoned in younger years. Shunned by anyone even approaching polite society. All because of what I am.

My strength is the only thing that has not failed me. Some have praised me for it. Even paid me for things my strength is very useful for. Even the sight of me can make people think twice about going against what my boss hires me for.

I know I've done a lot of bad things. Broke a lot of objects and people. I guess that's where I got my name from.

I've become numb to my own actions and I'm not sure I like it. But, I have little choice, most of what I've done was cleaned up by people who still want to use me. Every job I complete, I keep on racking up debt. They think I don't know, but I know.

"Just one more job." I've given up counting how many times that lie has been said. Not because I've accepted my lot in life. But, because I'm just waiting for one opportunity. One chance to "never be seen again." But, you know... alive?