First Name: Triston
Last Name: Ebonhawk
Appearance: Most often dressed in plain greyish wizard robes. He carries a staff in his left hand that he uses to help him walk. On his hip is an exquisite dagger along with numerous different looking wands and small vials.
Race: Human
Age: 55
Height: 167 cm
Weight: 82 kg
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Jet black, with grey beginning to slowly creep in
Facial Hair Style: Often has short stubble but never a beard or clean shaven
General Health: Barely in shape, yet can be energetic and youthful at times
Initial Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Profession: Scholar, Seeker of higher arcane knowledge
Base Class & Proposed Development: Wizard Scholar Archmage
Languages: Common, Elven (can understand a number of other languages)
Weapon of Choice: Prefers to use his words, however if that fails, being an ex-War Wizard he knows how to win battles using the Weave.
Background:
Triston was born in 1292 DR in the port city of Marsember within Cormyr. The bastard son of a low noble, Lord Ebonhawk, his mother, a local mask dancer. As a child he spent much of his time at the docks, watching the boats come into port and listening to the sailors stories of battle upon the high seas. Just before his eighth name day, Triston’s mother was stabbed to death by a drunk patron. She had never revealed who Triston’s father was. Luckily, the young child did not remain an orphan for long. Lord Ebonhawk secretly arranged for Triston to be the new stable boy at the Ebonhawk estate. Over the next three years Triston and his father spent more and more time together. Lord Ebonhawk, being a minor wizard, even taught Triston a few Cantrips that he could use to prank other members of the staff at the estate.
Late one evening, Triston was roused from his bed by a women’s scream just outside the Ebonhawk grounds. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, the young boy went to investigate the noise. He came upon the scene of a clearly drunk man about to force himself upon a young servant girl he recognized as working for another noble house nearby. As Triston slowly approached the man, he began casting the Daze cantrip his father had taught him years earlier. Just as the man turned to look at his assailant, the spell took effect and the drunkard promptly toppled over. Triston hardly had anytime to register what he had done before two Purple Dragons happened on the scene accompanied with a Wizard of War. The Wizard quickly whisked Triston away to the nearby Conclave to recount his story in full, and under more than a few spell effects to ensure he told the tale true. When it was deemed he had spoken every detail, Triston was sent before the Second Assistant to be sentenced (casting spells without a license is illegal).
Leaning back in his chair, the Second Assistant saw an opportunity, he saw that this young boy was willing to risk his own safety to protect a citizen of Cormyr. Rather than punish him, he invited him to become a novice Wizard of War and undergo the arduous training of becoming a full fledged battlemage. Without hesitation, Triston accepted, and over the next five years went through the four trials that every War Wizard must pass: the Magical Way, the Tactical Way, the Physical Way, and the Religious Way. Finishing the Four Ways, he was given the title 'Helping Magic Hand of Cormyr' (lowest position of an official War Wizard). Before being accepted however, Triston was summoned to speak with the Royal Magician Vangerdahast, for one last trial. In their conversation, Vangey revealed to Triston who his true father was, believing that no War Wizard should have any secrets that could be used against him and cause harm to the Crown. Although Triston was shocked, he was relieved to know his true heritage and held no ill will towards his father who had helped him and treated him with kindness as a child.
With the growing Cormyrian Navy needing more Magicians to assist against pirates, Triston was assigned to a small corsair stationed in Dawngleam responsible for scouting pirate movements in the Dragonmere. Over the next decade, Triston gained a reputation for being a fair and just man to those he encountered, often offering assistance to vessels in need. However, Triston held many misgivings about his fellow War Wizards, particularly after witnessing numerous mind reamings on pirate captains (a process that often left the victim a vegetable, destroying their mind). Unlike most of his War Wizard collegues, Triston wholeheartedly believed in the teachings of Mystra he had learned during the Religious Way. He saw the Weave like a farmer sees a field, something to be tended and preserved. (“One will only receive from the Weave what he gives back to it”) Over time, he began to secretly despise his brothers abuse of the Weave and pray every night in his chambers that Mystra would help guide them.
Despite the disapproval of his brothers’ methods, Triston had been stationed on one of the Crown’s finest ships, The Fiery Red. However, around the year 1320 DR he mysteriously disappeared one night while the ship was moored in Dawngleam. Rumor has it he went North to the Silver Marches where he spent the next two decades wandering the landscape and travelling up and down the two major rivers (doing what, no one seems to know.) Recently, he has been seen in various parts of the Sword Coast, although his reasons for coming to the area remain a mystery as well.
///DM's feel free to PM me for the rest of the story between 1320-1347 DR