DevilishEgg
Member
Character sheet link:
ddb.ac/characters/14565464/1GQFAn
Preferred game speed:
A post a day
Backstory:
Gerosh Allin didn't have the easiest upbringing growing up an orphan in the church of Sune. They had found him as a bundled baby on their doorstep and had happily taken him in until they glimpsed the fresh burn scares covering half his body. Repulsed by his features, they took his presence an omen to the dark things to come and trained him to one day deal with the extreme but necessary tasks they predicted to come but that were guessed would be too unpleasant for the other, proper acolytes of Sune.
He was raised out of sight least his presence tarnish their otherwise picture-perfect temple and prohibited him from too much unnecessary mingling with the other children to not risk damaging their delicate psyches. His days consisted of waking up at dawn every day and undergoing rigorous training for his mind and body. At first, he had tried to please his elders by pushing himself to his limits, tried to get them to finally change their attitude towards him, but as the years went by, he shed his hope and naivety and focused on bettering himself for his own sake.
After suffering two decades in this daily routine, he was finally deemed old enough to start fulfilling his duties and with a final warning not to ever breath a word of his association to their fair church to anyone, stick to what he was tasked with, and to only visit when it was strictly necessary, he was asked to turn in any symbols he carried of their Fair Lady and was shown the door.
Gerosh hadn't been too heartbroken to finally be free to leave their snobby presence and cheerfully shouldered his light pack containing all his worldly belongings with whatever gold the church could spare and he set off towards the nearest inn to finally indulge in some real food. He longed to taste this 'spice' he had come across in his readings. He had survived on the bland food the church had called 'rich' and 'decadent' but he no longer had to abide by their pesky palates.
As he set off towards Daggerford, Gerosh found himself contemplating the cards that life had dealt him. Feeling unexpectedly homesick, he turned around to look at the speck that was the temple that had taken him in when he was left abandoned on their doorstep. It was true that their resentment and disgust had stung quite a lot, especially as a child, but he had never grown hungry, or cold. They were the only family he had known and he felt grateful for their generosity at least, if not their kindness. He wondered if he would ever find out who had belonged to, and why. He touched the long healed scars on his right eye and wished he knew what had happened. He waved a lonely farewell to the only home he knew and trekked his way to his destination finally reaching the town by night fall.
As the black dragonborn took the unfamiliar paths of Daggerford, his wrapped feet silent against the cobblestones, he finally found himself in front of the 'Wayside Inn'. Peaking his hooded head through, he trained his functioning left eye on the barkeep and in and asked in a low, gravely, hopeful voice, "Do you have...spicy food?".
ddb.ac/characters/14565464/1GQFAn
Preferred game speed:
A post a day
Backstory:
Gerosh Allin didn't have the easiest upbringing growing up an orphan in the church of Sune. They had found him as a bundled baby on their doorstep and had happily taken him in until they glimpsed the fresh burn scares covering half his body. Repulsed by his features, they took his presence an omen to the dark things to come and trained him to one day deal with the extreme but necessary tasks they predicted to come but that were guessed would be too unpleasant for the other, proper acolytes of Sune.
He was raised out of sight least his presence tarnish their otherwise picture-perfect temple and prohibited him from too much unnecessary mingling with the other children to not risk damaging their delicate psyches. His days consisted of waking up at dawn every day and undergoing rigorous training for his mind and body. At first, he had tried to please his elders by pushing himself to his limits, tried to get them to finally change their attitude towards him, but as the years went by, he shed his hope and naivety and focused on bettering himself for his own sake.
After suffering two decades in this daily routine, he was finally deemed old enough to start fulfilling his duties and with a final warning not to ever breath a word of his association to their fair church to anyone, stick to what he was tasked with, and to only visit when it was strictly necessary, he was asked to turn in any symbols he carried of their Fair Lady and was shown the door.
Gerosh hadn't been too heartbroken to finally be free to leave their snobby presence and cheerfully shouldered his light pack containing all his worldly belongings with whatever gold the church could spare and he set off towards the nearest inn to finally indulge in some real food. He longed to taste this 'spice' he had come across in his readings. He had survived on the bland food the church had called 'rich' and 'decadent' but he no longer had to abide by their pesky palates.
As he set off towards Daggerford, Gerosh found himself contemplating the cards that life had dealt him. Feeling unexpectedly homesick, he turned around to look at the speck that was the temple that had taken him in when he was left abandoned on their doorstep. It was true that their resentment and disgust had stung quite a lot, especially as a child, but he had never grown hungry, or cold. They were the only family he had known and he felt grateful for their generosity at least, if not their kindness. He wondered if he would ever find out who had belonged to, and why. He touched the long healed scars on his right eye and wished he knew what had happened. He waved a lonely farewell to the only home he knew and trekked his way to his destination finally reaching the town by night fall.
As the black dragonborn took the unfamiliar paths of Daggerford, his wrapped feet silent against the cobblestones, he finally found himself in front of the 'Wayside Inn'. Peaking his hooded head through, he trained his functioning left eye on the barkeep and in and asked in a low, gravely, hopeful voice, "Do you have...spicy food?".
