Sorry if this turned out too long.
Story
Name: Zellof
Race: Teifling
Language(s): Common, Primordial
Alignment: good
Class: Rogue
Gender: Male
Skills: Acrobatics, Bluff, Diplomacy, Stealth, Streetwise, Thievery
Zellof was born and raised within a small commune of Teifling families, living nomadically in the forests of Ganathwood. Descendants of the grandchildren of the nobles who first made the dark pacted that gave birth to their race; retiring to the roots of their beginning, attempting to escape the darkness that was descending upon the world they once valued more than the dominion they had established. The commune has existed and survived in peace throughout the ages.
We meet Zellof at the age of 21 where he has spent more than half his life working for the good of his peoples prosperity and survival. Hunting the wilds, fishing the rivers of the lake of mists, ploughing and tending fields. Although Zellof spent most of his time tending to the needs of the commune he was not without an educated view of the world was surrounded by; the value of education was not lost on Zellof's people when they abandoned their privileged lives. He took a particular interest in understanding people, learning about all aspects of the civilizations of the world – past and present. With that understanding of peoples motives and desires, Zellof has always found that he has had a way with most people. Able to usually talk his way out of most corners and unpleasant situations. Although, utilizing his charm and intelligence to avoid confrontation was not always enough. Zellof found, like most societies, the bullish and extreme will always find a way to survive. Learning at an early age that if you don't have much to hit with, hit the right spot the first time or be more creative than your opponent.
At 21 Zellof is now faced with a choice that will alter the path that his life stream forever. In Zellof's village every person is made to determine for themselves what it is they desire out of life; be it to stay forever with their people and community, or seek the outside world that they have been brought up to know of but have never experienced. Having spent most of his life knowing that this day would come Zellof was still torn by the prospect never again knowing the calming sound of the breaze through the grand trunks of mighty green giants, or seeing the warming smile of those he cared for. But the draw to see the world first hand was too alluring. The only thing more terrifying to him than losing the familiar was never experiencing the unknown.
Zellof was now a wander of the world. Stopping in villages and towns to interact with the people and learn their customs, eagerly engaging in conversations about dream-fuelled ideals and notions of deeper understanding of the way the world operated. Although, throughout Zellof's travels things were not always about sharp-tongue debate. Settlements of society are often less 'accepting' of the unfamiliar and would have to rely on his wits and dexterous cunning to survive; always managing to keep an mindful view of the world he was now apart of. Zellof found that most of his time was spent observing and taking mental notes of re-occurring themes he had studied and was now witnessing first hand. The poor stay downtrodden and the rich make sure they stay that way. A theme Zellof was becoming all too familiar with. A theme that weighs heavily on Zellof with each instance he encounters. Never should ones aim be to exploit their fellow man for perpetual gain.
Having spent the last 11 months traversing the world, Zellof was at an impass. What did this first year in the world mean? What did he learn from it that he would want to see grow? And what to change? It was time to assign a purpose to his mortal odyssey. To decide another flexure in the stream of life. The answers came clearly and sincerely; dream-like imagery fuelled by events and experiences of the last year of this young mans life. Seeing the down and weak in need of a champion, an avenger of the just and true. To bear his skills as one man to help bring balance and prosperity to all those who are oppressed. But where to begin. How does one go about directing their energy to this goal. Pondering these, and other thoughts under the starlight sky Zellof could hear the sounds of a festival down in the hills below. Perhaps he will go and take the first step towards destiny.