Renvar Meldrake
Race: Chondathan Human Male
Age: 35
Weight: 93 kg
Height: 184 cm
Eyes: Steel Grey
Skin: Tanned
Health: Renvar is in the prime of his life. He is healthy and has no known medical concerns
Hair: Short cut and well kept brown hair.
Initial Aligment: Lawful Neutral
Initial Profession: Soldier of Fortune, Bounty Hunter, Adventurer
Initial Deity:
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Tempest/Weapon Master
History:
Renvar was born and grew up in a Cormyrean town of Dawngleam. A border town between nations of Sembia and Cormyr located between Lake Dragomere and Sea of Fallen Stars. His parents were fishermen and Renvar led a peaceful, happy and relatively uneventful childhood. It was clear to him from early age that he would not settle here in his home and continue his fathers trade. He was more interested in tales that he overheard from sailors. Renvar was curious from early age and often was dragged home from places he shouldn't have been in. He later was tutored and trained by local militia after his parents accepted that he would not take up their work. Perhaps they knew that their boy would not stay put and they wanted to ready him for the world. It turned out Renvar displayed talent in combat and was quick to learn. It didn't take long for him to became a capable fighter and part of the militia. After some years of training and working in the militia Renvar resigned. He had made plans with two of his childhood friends that they would leave and set sail together once the time was right.
The group spend years together working as mercenaries and adventurers on the shores and waters of Sea of Fallen Stars. Calling the Turmish city of Alaghôn as their home. One day they had been hired by Sembian merchant as his bodyguards as he was to sail home after fruitful trading in the city. A simple enough job on first look. Turned out there was bloody rivalry between two merchants and the other had hired another group of mercenaries to kill the merchant.
The hostile mercenary group was able to ambush the merchant, Renvar and his friends. They were taken captive after a short battle. The Sembian merchant had his wish and his rival was killed brutaly during the captivity and tossed overboard the sailing ship. So was Renvars friends. Renvar however managed to escpace his bounds and fight his way to throw himself desperately in the sea as a last resort. He was picked up by passing trading vessel, barely alive.
The helpful ship made port in Alaghôn and Renvar spent some time recovering in his anger. All he could think was his revenge on killers that had taken the lives of his companions. His body healed, but his mind gave him no rest. He tried to distract himself with all things considerable, but nothing truly eased his mind. He started giving prayers to Hoar, or Assuran as he was known in the lands around Sea of Fallen Stars, and desperately asked guidance to the group of mercenaries he wanted to end. No answer was given. Renvar kept praying and asked around the city about his enemies, but to no avail. However during one night he saw a dream where he chased this group on the streets of Westgate. A place he had visited once or twice. He took this as a sign, wheter it was that or not, and left to pursue them. During this journey he worked as a sellsword and a bounty hunter, as he had done all his life around the Sea of Fallen Stars, but his lust to revenge his companions is all that really mattered to him. Time eased Renvars anger and grief, but although he grew patient with his task he never forgot it for a second.
His search took him more and more west. Following rumors and hints where he could or thought he could find them. Eventually hints and clues took him to Sword Coast and Baldur's Gate.
Goals:
Renvars have no particular goals after he gave up this search. He wanders the coast now. He makes coin with his swords and throws himself willingly to dangeous situations and battles to ease his bitterness and anger.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts
Renvar is missing his left had ring finger. He hides it under his leather glove. It was cut of as a mean of torture while he was prisoner in the merchant vessel with his friends.
He gave up hope as the trail went cold. After months of searching and finding nothing of these mercenaries he slowly grew bitter. Eventually he gave up the search and his faith in Hoar was lost.
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