Hello! First time posting here. I don't know if it's against the rules but I would like some help from some more knowledgeable people. Also, English is not my first language, so help with that would be appreciated too!

Is this characther background story lore friendly?

This is how he turns into a sorcerer:

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I came from a farm village. I don't really remember much of it. Perharps its a curse's fault.
But there's a memory that could never be erased. The day I left my homeland.

In some recollections, I do remember it was a normal day, and I was tending to the horses when
it happened.

My family, which I can't recall names or faces, was waiting me for dinner. And then, the clouds
got dark.

Everything was a mess. Tentacles sprouting from the ground. Spawns of darkness appearing from
nowhere. Animals being torn apart without a recognizable force acting. What we saw was nothing
from this world. It felt like we got teleported to another plane of existence.

I was paralyzed the whole time. The scream came from the woman I think was my mother. My
possible father just bolted from the house only to be absorbed by a "dog" (it looked nothing
like a dog, but had a maw at the bottom of its neck, had four legs, moved like a predator, and
was medium sized. It too had some protusions and holes in its bad that felt like eyes watching
in all directions.) The two twin little girls were very calm. One I suspect was already dead
and the other went crazy and was stabbing her own hand with a knife.

I began laughing while all life around me was being absorbed my all kinds of unearthly horrendous
creatures. For a moment, I went mad just by the sight of what was happening.

I lost concious and everything was dark.

I woke up in a cart. It was night. I tried to get up. I felt incredibly light and wasn't feeling
any pain. I look around and see a Dragonborn next to a fire pit, reading a book. He was white
and had wings. He had a skirt-like armor made of leather, some shoulder protectin made of what
appeared to be bones. A strange looking white stone was hanging in a bracelet in his left arm.

I remember thinking he was really small and also unusual for a Dragonborn, as I
had never seen one with wings before. But then I remembered never seeing a Dragonborn before.
Or if they had names. Or if I had a name.

-You woke up. Good. - He said with a harsh, but sharp voice, like a snake. - Are you feeling well?

-I do - I responded, before having flashes of the horrors I saw, realizing It wasn't right to feel so calm

 - What happened?

-A outworldy force ravaged your home. - He said, while staring at the flames, maybe feeling sorry for
me. -I tried to use some potions to keep you sane and alive. You probably lost a lot of memories.
Do your remember your name?

-I... I don't think I do.-My head would spin everytime I would try to remember anything from the past.

-Me neither. - He said, with a saddened look. He never got his eyes away from the flames. He looked
very tired suddenly. -But unlike me, your memories may be recovered.

A small moment of silence preceeded the rising of the sun. We stood there, admiring the peace that
comes with the dawn. It felt like hours, but it was kind of relaxing. Before the sun was fully up,
I remember realizing I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. I was enjoying the moment.

The atmosphere was kind of sad but comforting. No sounds but the leaves in the wind.

When the birds started chirping, I realized I never thanked him for taking care of me.

-Hey. -I said, before realizing his eyes where closed. He probably was meditating. I did regret
annoying him, but as soon as I openned my mouth, he reacted.

-No need to thank me. - He looked very gloomy openned his eyes and stared at the now ashes from
the bonfire. -I just carried you because it was the right thing to do.

I suddenly realized he looked very old. He had crackles in his scales, and the white appeared to
have been very bright in a long gone past.

-So, since we both don't have names - I said - we could choose some right now. I could call you White
Snake, doesn't it sound cool?

He glared at me with a judging face and then loudly laughed - HAHAHA. Ok, youngling. You call me
White Snake and I will call you Unfurred Ape. How do you like it?

-Well that seems fair - I responded, looking defeated, feeling ashamed for my unintetional racism.

He seemed revigorated and our spirits where suddenly lifted along with the chirps of the morning
birds.

-Well, we shall get going then. Will you join me? Unfurred Ape.

-I don't really have anywhere to g -As I tried to speak, I started having another mental break down.
It was easier now to control my fears, but I still couldn't move. What caused it was the sudden
aparrition of one of those unwordly creatures slowly coming at me.

White Snake turned back and saw what was happening. - GET AWAY FROM IT - He yelled.

But I coudn't. Something made me go towards it. I was trembling with fear but I HAD to touch
the creature. And before White Snake could react, I jumped from the cart and touched the creature.

I felt a sudden freezing pain. It was not from the creature, but from the Dragonborn. He froze both
my arm and the amorphous blob in place. He then ripped my arm out of my body. I couldn't even yell
because of the pain.

-I'm sorry youngling. It had to be done. -Said White Snake without looking at my eyes. -Your chances
of surviving were low.

I could see he getting a dagger from his bag and cutting his own arm without a grunt.

-You have to survive. You can control the shadows. -He got some needles with his remaining hand and
some thread. -From now on, you are Raksha Whitesnake, son of Dorvarax Whitesnake, and second of the
Clan Whitesnake. I just made these names. They are good, don't you think?

My consciousness was fading, but I could still hear him.

-You are of my blood now. May my power help you in your destiny.

As he gave me a potion to drink I could hear his final words.

-Use both of our blessings to revenge our families.

Now, here I am, laid down at the side of a road close to ________. My memory wasn't erased this time.
I had his bracelet and a new white scaly arm. I looked down and saw some scales sprouting in some
spots of my skin. I felt a new magical force inside me. Next to me, Dorvarax left a bag with suplies,
two daggers and a light crossbow with 20 bolts.

I am alive and I have to get revenge and find my father.

But where do I go now?

Name: Raksha Whitesnake
Race: Human (variant)
Age: 18
Height: 6' 00
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Speed: 30 feet
Class: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) future multiclassing Warlock Pact of the Tome. In his quest for
vengeance, he will find a tome with forbidden knowledge of the Great Old One, father of the spawns
who killed his family, and use this power against them, because he is more able then most to hold
his sanity and to fight against the temptations that comes with the boons of the darkness.
Personality: His inner power is his growing power to maintain control of his emotions and feelings.
He still knows what is right and follow moral principles, but he is a very cold blooded, and will
do everything to pursue his goals. He acts towards an objective and puts moral in second place
when it comes to make difficult choices. He will probably be able to learn to ignore voices
of darkness and corruption as he learns what his true gift is.
His way of thinking is almost inhuman, but he still have his heart in the right place. If he is given
the choice to save a whole city or be extremely rich, he will probably choose saving the city.
The moments he has hard times making choices is when it involves his vengeance, finding his
dragonborn bloodfather, or saving his friends and companions from delicate situations.
Should I burn a city to save one friend? Should I kill a family to summon a entity that could know
my fathers whereabouts? Should I sell souls to a Fiend for more power to use against the Old One?