DnD Character History

Sormir Thoinan Barsuphes


His mother was no virgin, his father no saint. Rather, this young fool was sired by a well-to-do whore, and a bottom feeding thief... Or at least, that's the best we can hope for.


This thief, Sarmor Barsuphes, was particularly fond of a specific whore, Thelia Thoinan, and whenever he managed to cut a fat purse from an even fatter aristocrat, or separate any unfortunate fool from their money, straight into Thelia's arms he would go. And because this whore was fond of this thief, it was only natural that she would claim him as the father when her water broke upon the tavern floor one night. And upon that night, cold and dark, was borne into the world, a screaming fetus of no great measure.


Years pass for the youth, and before long in the years of elves and dwarves, he is a young man. 15 is the age in which he meets perhaps the most significant person in his life. While Sormir had grown up hearing the tales of adventurers, warriors, and the like; he had seen few wizards and heard even fewer of their dark tales.


However, one Wizard who frequented the bar as long as Sormir could remember and longer before that apparently, one day took an interest in the boy. After the Old man called him over one day for a refill on his beverage, he quickly tells the boy to stay. After mumbling a few words, he reaches out his hand, and places his into the boys. As soon as their skin touches, a bouquet of flowers appears in the childs hands. "Quickly Son." The wizard urges. "Take these to your mother, the spell will end all too soon..."


The boy did as he was told, though it troubled him slightly. His father wouldn't be happy if he found out obviously, but the boy was fascinated with the power he had seen, so he didn't tell. A glazed look had come over his mothers eyes when she had recieved the flowers. They had faded moments later, and then disappeared altogether. "Thank the good man for his consideration, Sormir." Was all the retired-whore had said, and had never spoke of it again. Neither did the wizard ever speak of it, or perform another such trick.


When he was 16, the Wizard had approached Sarmor and Thelia at their house, hours after the tavern was closed, and Sormir was to have been asleep. However, he had laid in his bed in the next room, and heard every word that passed between them.


The wizard had spoken first, declaring his intent to apprentice the boy, and willing to pay handsomely the couple in exchange. The wizard said that he felt the stirrings of magic within the boy, and that his potential must be tapped and extorted.


At first, his mother had been vehemently opposed to the idea, and his father had all but tried to kick the wizard out. But as they argued, for what seemed like hours, eventually his mother accepted the idea... For what reason, who knows. And as the whore and the wizard tried to persuade the father, eventually his love of money caused him to agree.


For some reason, Sormir had not spoken a word during the entire exchange.. Nor was he displeased with the outcome. At least he would see something other than the small village he had grown up in. See some wondrous places perhaps.


He was wrong... For the next 4 years of his life, Sormir was basically locked in a spacious room, supplied with an endless source of books to read, and many many lectures on magic, its principles, concepts, and origins. The wizard, on occasion, was not above beating the living hell out of Sormir when he refused to read, or study, when he performed a spell wrong, or accidently blew up something.


After a specifically bad beating one night, which he recieved for basically destroying the Wizards bed room, Sormir gets pissed and after stopping by the library for a few quick check outs, he stuffs a bag full of biscuits and eggs, and leaves.


For months he wanders around, eventually finding a job as an illusionist in a wandering minstral show, and that is where we meet our friend, now 22 years old.