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This is Marius a tiefling who was raised on the streets, and a redistributor of wealth, a charlatan and con artist by trade, But a often the most cynical are the most hopeful in this world.
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(I always write my backstories in first person I find them easier to pen this way)
I suppose if you have to know my lifes story than I can oblige, but I'm a story teller by trade so some of it could be... a little exaggerated the mundane reality of a poor mans day to day is really too boring to put up here, and I doubt you lot care about the exact when and where of it all. My story really isn't all that interesting, it begins and ends with two different women, and there may have been five or six others in between them.
The first is my mother, a woman of... questionable wisdom and judgement, I'm afraid at times that can run in the family. She was a human women women, low born, and with a rebellious streak. It was really only a matter of time before she wound up at the feet of a cult.
Now when I say a cult I don't mean something from the bastion of the demon lord, no those fools would have been competent, this was more like a bunch of cloaked idiots in a basement speaking words they didn't understand and attempting rituals they could never have fathomed, I doubt any of them actually believed that they could pull forth a creature from another plane, let alone actually succeed, but hey they had a cute girl now, why not try and do the whole bride of the devil thing?
and of course when it actually did work, and the smoke settled, my mother in all her glorious wisdom had no problem doing the act with an actual extraplanar creature. See we all know where tieflings come from, but usually it's a few generations passed, new blood is so rare, and the children born of those things tend to be more than a little cursed or off putting.
My father having done his work vanished from my mothers life with nary a sending spell the next day. Leaving a woman who would become very pregnant and very alone over the next few months. I was raised in part among those cultists, at least until my mother got some common sense and attempted to escape with me.
We ran as far as we could go, which really was fine, like I said this cult was incompetent and small, my mother was often far too paranoid for her own good about it always thinking that someone would come along to try and collect me for whatever purposes they had. By now they were probably worshiping some other false god, or you know... dead.
New emerald city was my home, though I grew up in the poorer regions to be sure. My mother never really recovered from her night with a fiend, and was too weak for hard labor, she did find a job eventually one that let her lay on her back, and provided for her son as best as it could.
Me on the other hand while I may have been the spawn of a fiend, i had the voice of an angel. When I was 16, I met the man who would change my life. An old blind busker on the side of the road who played a broken lute wonderfully. Most people ignored him, but me, I found a companion someone who couldn't see me, and at the same time had a talent I could learn from.
That along with my voice made us a lot of gold busking from place to place, but he also ran a side business. That man taught me how to take one mans broken watch, and hawk it with incredibly stories. It didn't matter what we sold really, with a few words he could make some worthless dagger glow, and then before it ever wore off we would hawk it and walk away richer men for it.
It's around this time in my twenties that i really hit my stride, free of my mother, free of mentor, the city was mine to pillage, though everything I did was of questionable morals I assure you it was always within the letter of the law. A person like me stepping out of the law usually resulted in getting beat down.
It's also around this time that I found I had this insatable weakness for the other gender, and women came and went like the gold in my purse. Often because of the gold. I'd drink with thieves, sleep with whores, and the only god i'd need was the one of tits and whine.
One of these nights caused a problem when a young girl was dropped on my door stead, naturally given the girls complexion I couldn't exactly deny that she was mine. Up to that point I had been living a life style of a bachelor, and a merchant, It was hardly the life I wanted for a child, plus i'm pretty sure women didn't go for single fathers.
So I did the only thing I could, I took up every last piece of gold I earned from my savings, and I put my dear Sophia in the nicest school I could buy her way into. I would have her learn the languages that I couldn't afford to, I'd have her raised properly, and I'd act as her guardian angel of sorts. Every brithday and holy day I'd send cards, books and stories of my great adventures. I'd put enough coin into her schooling that despite her status she would have to be taken. (Aristocratic life style is only a 10 gp min, and with the starting gold of level 2, I had about 250 left over from my equipment, lets just say that the majority of that goes towards his daughters life style, and schooling)
Eventually I will collect Sophia from her schooling, or hell even just have the courage to say hello, she's sixteen, and I'm turning 35. It's about time she had a parent in her life, not to mention my plan is to have her married into nobility. That's a hard goal to be sure, but if I can swindle merchants, than I can swindle nobles. My father was after all an Incubus.
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