Ramir

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First Name: Ramir

Appearance: Tall, muscular, barbarian looking gladiator in chain and leather armor with two axes strapped to his belt.
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 100 kg
Eyes: pale blue
Hair: none, shaved bald
Facial Hair Style: None
Others: Tattos on face and neck

Personality Profile:

General Health: Overall good, but damaged by harsh lifestyle and imprisonment.
Birth Place: Immilmar
Deity: Tempus
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Profession: Warrior
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter / Dervish / Assasin

Habits/Hobbies:
He has none, years of torture and humiliation killed all that was left after childhood years.
As a habit he tends to grasp every occasion to take vengeance on his oppressors.

Languages: Common, Dwarf, Orc
Weapon of Choice: Handaxe

Background:

Ramir was born in the capital city of Immilmar, overlooking Lake Ashane, as the son of a fur trader. Despite common danger from the Thayans and other aggresive folk like the Duergars he lived a normal childhood, protected by the walls of Immilmar. He helped his father in the fur trade, developed some skill with the axe during their caravan travels. He was never a handsome or charismatic person, rather leaving the decisions and the leadership to others.

During one for the trade escapades near the Sunrise mountains they were attacked by Duergar marauders. Those hostile dwarfs were leaded by a son of a local warchief Warghur. Thanks to Ramirs skill with the axe and help of his companions they defeated the attackers, Ramir killing the leader personally. In the scream of victory he noticed his father with a battleaxe deep in his chest. river of blood tainting the snow red. A lone crow already scavenging for an easy prey.

The death of his father left Ramir as a head of family and his interests. He had to take care of his mother and younger brother. He worked hard, trading, travelling, earning gold. He traveled from Mulptan to Mulsantir and then to Taporan and Thasunta. He had no idea that an evil plot was coming to life behind his back. One day he returend home to find it demolished, blood stains on the floor and table, unfinished diner burning on the fireplace. His family was kidnapped. A letter writen in dwarven nailed to the wall with a simple but sturdy dagger revelad some of the actions that tokk place while he was gone. Described with black ink there was a description of a place of a meeting. He should be alone. It was signed Warghur. Ramir did not know the name of the Duergar leader. So he did not suspect anything from the meeting. Only danger.

He arrvied two days later in the place near the Urling hamlet mentioned in the letter. He saw his family captured in a steel cage, guarded by Duerger. When he was about 50 meters from then he recived a first blow, a throwing hammer hit his back, then another, and another, and another....

Darkness falls across the land...

Ramir woke up in a cage on a rocky road through harsh, warm mountains. He was in Thay. He recognized it from his fathers stories about the Red Wizards. The dirt was red like the wizard robes. In a second cage his mother and brother were sleeping. After weeks of torture, hunger and pain they arrived to a city of Eltabbar. A slave market was their destiny.
his family was sold to serve in the Tharchion Palace. Ramir was not so lucky.

First weeks in the slave pits, then the gladiators arena became his home. His destiny was to be slain by some minotaur champion, for pleasure of the folk, it did not happen tough. He showed great skills in the pit, winning one fight after another. He lived only for his family. With them in mind he forced himself to unhuman actions. He outgrowed his own spirit and body in the arena. Beaten, starved and humiliated by the arena keepers somehow he still preserved. His hands become stronger, his back more agile. With two axes in his hands and dried out blood in his black hair.

Then was the time when he was noticed by a Red Wizard seeking new guards for his tower. Ramir was sold - not with relief - by the arena manager that had already trouble finding more victims for his champion. The wizards name was Laisen. It would seem the tables have turned for Ramir. it was just the opposite. his new master was an even greater Tyran then the pit owner. He needed new guards constantly, his brutality forced him to search for new ones, not one did live more then couple of months. Ramir did though.

Burned with magical fire, caged in magical shackles. It was living hell. He didn't even want to think what was going on in the Palace where his family was sold to. With time the hatred for the wizard grew in Ramirs heart. He was forced by him to shave his head. He tattooed him like a proper thayan should be. Scarred his face with steel and magical pain. Made him look like an intimidating abomination.

With anger in his soul Ramir served the tyrant throug months. Winter came, he noticed it by observing the mountain peeks covering with snow. Colder winds roamed the streets of Eltabbar. Chilled and frozed last peices of Ramirs humanity. After another day of torture and humiliation his opressor finally broke the last piece of common sense in Ramir. The Rashemi grabbed a fireplace poker and started hitting the suprised wizard with a flaming piece of steel. With several blows he tinted the red robes black, destroyed the left eye of Laisen and cracked his skull open. Standing over the dead body of the mage he surprisingly felt good. It was almost like purification.

With swift moves Ramir put the spare robes of his master on him and exited the tower. On the streets he tried to look comfortable. When he was passing by the Palace an urge to help his family almost took over his sanity. With the last pieces of his free will he turned towards the city gates. After couple of hours he was on his way to the port city of Bezantur. the gold taken from the wizards stash was anough to pay for the ship heading to Cormyr.

There on the streets of Suzail he finally felt free, but the memories of his familly still trapped in Thay were taking every part of his dreams. It was then that he heard in a tavern about a new Thayan encalve opened in the city of Baldurs Gate. It was a place like any other to start his mission to free his family. Through Western Heartlands he arrived on the Sword Coast.


Goals:
Take revenge on the Red Wizards of Thay amd the Duergar Clan.
Free his family from their hands.
Destroy all the evil Red Wizards bring on the lands they inhabit.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
His living family - mother, brother - are still slaves to red Wizards.
The Durthans seek him out as a possible member in the secret society.
Duergars he defeated during his escape seek vengeance on him for killing the leaders brother.

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