So i'm struggling to write my character's backstory. I had a brilliant idea and forgot to write it down so i have been trying to piece it together:
Some notes beforehand
- Cylthaea's mother and father are Eladrin and when they couldn't conceive her mother sought out a dark hag.
- Her mother abandoned Cylthaea shortly after her birth as what seemed like horns began to grow from her temples.
- The dark hag found the baby and raised her as her own to join the coven when Cylthaea came of age.
- Clythaea never feared her mother or questioned her fiendish appearance. She loves her mother and in a round about way the Hag wasnt a bad parent in that she fed, clothed, loved and taught Cylthaea.
- Clythaea grew to be a rare and unusual beauty, like other Eladrin her hair and skin colours changed to reflect her moods, which could each be identified to a particular season of the year but they were always muted and more pastel. The eldercross that sprouted from her temples grew around the side of her head in tall thorns like that from a hawthorn tree. Unlike other Eladrin she found she couldn't teleport naturally like they did but instead could disguise herself like her Hag mother.
- Her skin and hair always smell of lavender as if it is her natural scent.
- Often as a child she was alone so she would talk to and play with her shadow, a habit that she never grew out of. Sometimes her shadow will dance or move independently to her, at times it disappears all together. (Going to RP this that she learns to turn her shadow into a familiar when i can take the magic initiate or ritual caster feat at level 4.
- Cylthaea is a bard primarily and I might multiclass into warlock but still undecided!
- she uses her beauty and voice to enthral and control those around her (hence the bard which im likely make a college of glamour bard)
- Her mother raised her to have a superiority complex above everyone else and they are all just her pawns.
- She is sent out into the world by her mother to learn more about people and how to manipulate them along with growing her magic to return home one day and join the coven as a full-fledged hag.
Basic backstory:
"My dear sweet child, whatever is the matter?"
"None of the other children will play with me. They throw rocks and tease me."
"Cylthaea, elves are foolish like many other races of our world but you must always remember how much more you shine." With a wink and a swirl of magic her mothers' wisened form transformed into that of a buxom maiden. "Now my dear I shall be back shortly, there is a foolish lord in the mortal lands who is just begging to be cursed, and once I return we shall deal with those nasty little creatures." With a flourish, her mother had donned a cape and was out of the door.
Cylthaea was often left in the company of her aunts whilst her mother was off working but they were mean and never wanted to play. She was alone most of the time, taking to playing in the woodlands surrounding their home and streams that run along aside it. Sometimes she would spy on the neighboring elven village but if they saw her she would be bullied and taunted. Their home lay under a giant tree with the inside shaped by magic. There would often a strange human or the rare elf begging and crying at the front door for her mother and aunts to help. Mother would always say "The rule of three applies to many things in life and anyone at that door is no different. Envy, greed, and jealously fuel them all, and that my dear never changes." Cylthaea's childhood was lonely but as she grew and her beauty blossomed so did her talents.
"Darling your 50th birthday approaches and it is time for you to venture out on your own and hone your skills. You have your looks, your voice, and magic. Put your gifts to use and once you are ready to return you can take the place next to me in the coven. Now, remember humans are simple and singleminded, quite easy to manipulate so be a dear and send some by, mother is hungry."
I want to try to convey a sense of normality but its really a twisted ****ed up situation but because she has been raised in it she doesnt see it as being bad.
For skill proficiencies, she has : Insight, Perception, and Persuasion. With Background I want to pick up Deception then another one which I cant decide.
Fittingly I'm torn between backgrounds.
- Courtier would be fitting. She charmed her way into a royal court, one full of boundless possibilities for deception, manipulation, and plenty she can lure to the Feywilds for her mother.
- Pirate/Sailor similar to the above, she charmed her way onto a ship and took it over as her captain. The crew are all enthralled by her and it allows her to freely travel and learn about different people of the world.
- Inheritor she either charmed her way into a family to live a comfortable life and claim the inheritance or her hag mother has orchestrated a quest for her to acquire something before being able to come home.
So i'm struggling to write my character's backstory. I had a brilliant idea and forgot to write it down so i have been trying to piece it together:
Some notes beforehand
- Cylthaea's mother and father are Eladrin and when they couldn't conceive her mother sought out a dark hag.
- Her mother abandoned Cylthaea shortly after her birth as what seemed like horns began to grow from her temples.
- The dark hag found the baby and raised her as her own to join the coven when Cylthaea came of age.
- Clythaea never feared her mother or questioned her fiendish appearance. She loves her mother and in a round about way the Hag wasnt a bad parent in that she fed, clothed, loved and taught Cylthaea.
- Clythaea grew to be a rare and unusual beauty, like other Eladrin her hair and skin colours changed to reflect her moods, which could each be identified to a particular season of the year but they were always muted and more pastel. The eldercross that sprouted from her temples grew around the side of her head in tall thorns like that from a hawthorn tree. Unlike other Eladrin she found she couldn't teleport naturally like they did but instead could disguise herself like her Hag mother.
- Her skin and hair always smell of lavender as if it is her natural scent.
- Often as a child she was alone so she would talk to and play with her shadow, a habit that she never grew out of. Sometimes her shadow will dance or move independently to her, at times it disappears all together. (Going to RP this that she learns to turn her shadow into a familiar when i can take the magic initiate or ritual caster feat at level 4.
- Cylthaea is a bard primarily and I might multiclass into warlock but still undecided!
- she uses her beauty and voice to enthral and control those around her (hence the bard which im likely make a college of glamour bard)
- Her mother raised her to have a superiority complex above everyone else and they are all just her pawns.
- She is sent out into the world by her mother to learn more about people and how to manipulate them along with growing her magic to return home one day and join the coven as a full-fledged hag.
Basic backstory:
"My dear sweet child, whatever is the matter?"
"None of the other children will play with me. They throw rocks and tease me."
"Cylthaea, elves are foolish like many other races of our world but you must always remember how much more you shine." With a wink and a swirl of magic her mothers' wisened form transformed into that of a buxom maiden. "Now my dear I shall be back shortly, there is a foolish lord in the mortal lands who is just begging to be cursed, and once I return we shall deal with those nasty little creatures." With a flourish, her mother had donned a cape and was out of the door.
Cylthaea was often left in the company of her aunts whilst her mother was off working but they were mean and never wanted to play. She was alone most of the time, taking to playing in the woodlands surrounding their home and streams that run along aside it. Sometimes she would spy on the neighboring elven village but if they saw her she would be bullied and taunted. Their home lay under a giant tree with the inside shaped by magic. There would often a strange human or the rare elf begging and crying at the front door for her mother and aunts to help. Mother would always say "The rule of three applies to many things in life and anyone at that door is no different. Envy, greed, and jealously fuel them all, and that my dear never changes." Cylthaea's childhood was lonely but as she grew and her beauty blossomed so did her talents.