A wizard that doubles as a great second story man...... though self preservation is always at the forefront of his thoughts...
* Ebon is incredibly slow to trust - Those who seem the fairest often have the most to hide * He is loyal to his friedns, not to any ideals, and everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all he cares. * Something was take from him and he plans to steal it back * He will turn tail and run when things look bad.
Ebon was never lucky. Everything he had came from hard work, or at least what Ebon considered hard work. Unfortunately, even that only barely filled two backpacks. Then again, most people didn’t consider burglary to be work. He guessed that was just his lot in life. While he might not be lucky, he could live off others misfortune.
He didn’t have a great family, or really any family for that matter. The only memory he had of his father was his death. He had been stabbed and bled out as they couldn’t afford any healers. His father told that a fanatic group, called the cult of the dragon, had forced him into smuggling goods across the Sword Coast for them. Ebon was only eight when that happened. He was soon sent to an orphanage where it was clear, even at that young of an age that living on the street was far better.
In the years that followed, Ebon found that he was good at getting into small places and soon had several of the local thugs using him to break into houses. At least he wasn’t starving, and the thugs made sure he was safe. As he got older he found that his nights were riddled with memories of his father and the cult of the Dragon. He found it was easier to stay up most of the time and he did his hardest work at night anyway. He knew one day he would have to find out more about this cult that had destroyed his life. At least he had a place to start…. A place called Greenest.
But that was for another day. When he was sixteen, he found himself working alone. The thugs that had kept him in jobs all this time were now either in prison or dead. He again found himself alone in the world.
On one particular night, things went badly, or normal depending on your point of view. For Ebon, it was just another run of bad luck that the owners of a house had come home early and just happened to be the local constable. He was quickly grabbed and put in jail, to be hanged for thievery.
On the day he was supposed to face the gallows, the constable said he was to be sent to the mage’s school in the city just a few days travel from there. He told Ebon that a man named Leosin Erlanthar, a wandering monk, had paid for his release and schooling. It was the constable’s job to take him there. The only thing that the constable could tell him was that Leosin had done this before and that Ebon should be thankful.
He was thankful. But, Ebon knew nothing in this world was free and spent the next two years waiting for the other shoe to drop.
While at the academy, dealing with all manner of individuals, he could not stop his old life from creeping in. Everyone here had so much, and he so little. While he was very adept at magic, he had to try to use it make his old job easier and to use both to get more out of his new life. It was just this mindset that led him down the path that would get him expelled from the academy and back on the street with just two backpacks to show for himself. But at least he had new skills and better targets.