Vost was a entertainer; an acrobat and sword-dancer for the traveling performance troupe, "Miss Fortune's Infinite Curiosities & Wonders". Vost's talents were multi-faceted...his knowledge of magic was geared towards prestidigitation and harmless illusions, designed to dazzle and mesmerize audiences. His divinations and insights into the Weave were specifically tailored for fortune telling and Tarot readings...more often than not, left ambiguous enough as to not cause a fuss, and only to thrill.
But it was his sword-dancing that captivated the audiences who visited the shows...an intricate dance of blades, graceful-yet-deadly, where a seconds mistake might spell disaster. Vost would toss these blades effortlessly, juggle, and put on displays of mock combats...much to the enjoyment of the audiences.
Unbeknownst to them, Vost was a Bladesinger...a wizard who combined martial arts and magic, part of a tradition handed down through the various Elven peoples. Vost, however, had reveled in his talents...using his skill with a blade to boastfully challenge opponents to duels and bloodsports, creating a grim reputation in the underground fighting tournaments...often to the death.
Elves being somewhat long-lived compared to the other races, it did not take long for the various deaths left in his wake to take their toll upon his conscious...looking back, these "conquests" he performed began to sicken him. It was this abandonment of his violent past that drove him to Miss Fortune's carnival...an opportunity to leave joy instead of harm.
One day, however, a group of people came to their troupe. They were vagabonds, and had stolen food from a local baron's harvest, unaware that they had trespassed and robbed a member of the nobility. They had been pursued by the baron's soldiers, and required sanctuary. The troupe agreed to shelter them, as they had not taken the food in malice...but sure enough, the baron's men arrived at the carnival site, and demanded the tents and caravans be ransacked to find the vagabonds.
As things escalated, Vost interceded as the baron's men found the thieves...when they would not let them go peacefully, Vost attacked. Against the magically-fueled assault, and some assistance from the vagabonds and members of the troupe, the baron's remaining men were forced to flee...but many lay dead.
The troupe was forced to disband; scattering in order to make pursuit by the baron's militia more difficult. Though they had contingencies in place for such emergencies, Vost knew that it may be months, perhaps even years, before the troupe could safely re-unite.
Vost blamed himself, and took to wandering alone...stopping occasionally in towns and cities to perform solo acts, but lamenting the family he left behind.
Spying a bounty board in the last town, he saw a notice for freelance adventurers with martial skill to conduct some dangerous work.
And so, Vost sought to put his skills to some use...
Vost is a cunning a shrewd swordsman, utilizing illusions and evasive spells to make him elusive to attacks. He delights in trickery; implementing spells like "Mirror Image", "Blur" and "Blink" to make him harder to hit...but in life or death situations, he will unleash evocation spells with tactical precision...striking far-reaching enemies with "Lightning Bolt", or punishing those who attempt to gang up on him with "Fire Shield" or "Thunder Step".
At higher levels, het lets the pure magical energy of the Weave flow through his body, a sign of true mastery of the spell and blade... the "Investiure" elemental spells allow him to alter his form into fire or ice...even channel the wind itself to let him drift through the air. "Tensers Transformation" takes him to the peak of combat; and coupled with "Elven Accuracy", he applies devastating force damage and speed to his attacks to ensure he hits his targets. Add the "Mobile" feat, and...well, he's quite fast.
He is often cheerful, boisterous, and prone to laughter...but this is merely a ruse that hides a very intellectual...and perhaps deeply sad...drifting soul.