Kortalas

[Coreska]

First Name:Kortalas
Last Name: N/A

Appearance:
Race:Moon Elf
Age:Twenty Four
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair:Slicked back, and decorated with feathers.
Facial Hair Style: None

Personality Profile:
General Health: Healthy for a Moon Elf who participates in regular heavy physical activity.
Deity: Mielikki
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession: Scout, Tracker, Woodsman.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger
Habits/Hobbies: Traversing the forests with his animal companion, a bear named Rufio.
Languages: Elven, Common, Draconic, Sylvan
Weapon of Choice: A pair of short swords accompanied by a shortbow.

Background:

Kortalas was born in the King's Forest, though this didn't last long. The first years of his life, were if nothing else fairly simplistic. Being a villager was neither easy, nor hard. Though if something were to be hard, it would of course be the fact he was a Moon Elf. The occasional ridicule he'd recieve there would be nothing compared to what he'd eventual begin to face. Around the age of five his mother and father decided it was a good time for Kortalas to meet his adopted Uncle, a human by the name of Ewan who lived in the city of Suzail. In not too many words the transition for the boy was difficult, and not for the better. Suzail was large, and to Kortalas this was very scary. The young Moon Elf was hopeful though, that his time in Suzail would be short, although he enjoyed his time with Uncle Ewan. Time was not on his side, nor were a few other factors.

First of all, the most expectant approval of his return to his home would be a letter from his parents, or them coming to directly pick him up. Initially Kortalas simply believed his parents genuinely wanted him to learn as much as possible about the city. Months having had passed, and Ewan having nothing to tell him of the ongoing situation he was now facing. Kortalas became complacent in his new place in the world, and particularly depressed. There was one good thing about all this - albeit a fact this life was scary, uncomfortable, and boring. Uncle Ewan owned a rich collection of literature which the young Elf happily nestled himself in. Education and the pursuit of knowledge them became a non-problem for the boy, this later on would become more of a problem than not.

Kortalas had truly lost himself in those books, so much that years of his life flew by and his parents had became an afterthought. Truth be told, he had come to believe they were dead. This was at the time of inception, a sad thought but later an accepted one. Emotions that could be seen as negative were mostly ignored and Kortalas had ignored most of the population of the city. Upon entry to young adulthood - his urge to explorer became something that could no longer be sated by books. He also realized that at this point leaving the city wouldn't be the best idea. He took the next best route - at least to him. Exploring the city itself. Which then slowly began to become something much worse.

Much worse than simple exploration of the city became exploration of the city which was illegal. Starting as pick pocketing for the thrill, it soon turned into the Elf joining a criminal gang - they were happy to have him. Someone who was naturally quick in body and wit quickly became an asset. Uncle Ewan wasn't exactly objecting to having the Elf finally leaving the house frequently - so much as to not ask about what was going on. This combination of goings on was perfect for the Elf at the time, the lighter side of crime was perfect for him.

The darker side was not. Pick Pocketing, that didn't hurt anyone too badly. Bit of non-violent burglary wasn't the worst thing in the world that could happen.
Kortalas didn't mind exploring the pockets of people, and inside their houses. When it came to exploring the insides of another living creature? He wasn't quite as up to that. He'd gotten into a few fights in the seedier parts of town since the start of "career" but those times he'd been specific to only knock people out, or leave them limping. Once upon a night though, there was little else he could do but cut someone apart. He was on his way home, alone. This led to a brawl with a few overly racist humans - extremely drunk humans. To the point of a bit of ignorance to pain. Though they were tipsy, and not exactly at a fit point to fight - they caused Kortalas to dip a bit deep into a more savage part of himself. The part willing to spill blood. And so he did, dripping all over the street.

That blood wasn't the last straw, but it was pretty close to what it would be. After having had killed those people - he knew he didn't want to do it again, but he knew he'd be able to. His work continued as it had before, with much more attention after the slaughtering of those humans. For years he'd gone mostly unnoticed by his Uncle, but it soon became more and more obvious after that event. The inquisitiveness of his Uncle wasn't that hard to circumvent, though it was hard to completely hide what he was up to. So he began to do it less and less. Starting to get bored of not getting in fights, not stealing, not doing as he had for so long. In fact he began to become afraid of himself.

A day he'd once forgotten, though one Kortalas had hoped to come was finally on it's way. The once child was now to becoming a man. A very bad man, who would get a shock that he probably should've gotten a long time ago. He saw some Drow being put up to be hanged - then something caught actually caught his eye. Not only were there a pair of Moon Elves with the Drow, but they were also his parents. Of course, he already hated Drow but now he hated his parents, the people he'd forgotten.

A revelation struck upon him in that, Kortalas knew he'd have to become a better person. But he couldn't just do that in Suzail or even in Cormyr. He'd decided after seeing what had happened to his parents that there really was no right in the past wrongs he'd committed, whether he enjoyed it or not. But, what could he do to make the world a better place, when he knew so little of how to do it? His way could never be that of a Cleric, or a Paladin. Certainly not being a people person he decided instead to people a nature person. A Ranger, specifically one of Mielikki. And after a few weeks of preparation, he made his way out of the city and into the world, eventually in current time reaching the city of Baldur's Gate and it's surrounding regions.



Goals:
• To explore the world of Faerun, and make it a better place.
• Protect those he would've before abused in the past.
• Advance to become an expert Ranger.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
• Working as a Scout, Guide or Tracker.
• Protection of (Peaceful) Woodland Creatures.
• Communing with other Elves, as his life was heavily devoid of interaction with other Elves.
• Learning from Elder Rangers.


I also apologize if anything here seems particularly off, I'm not extremely knowledge about the Forgotten Realms.

[DM RabidBadger]

*bump. Waiting to see them in game to reward.

[Passiflora]

Reviewed - XP Rewarded.