Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Anderick, younger brother of three, was born surrounded by magic. Both his father and mother were respected wizards amongst the community, and his two older brothers likely would be as well, following eagerly in the footsteps of their parents. However, young Andy was a different mind. At a young age he would brawl rather than practice; sleep rather than study and get in trouble with the City Watch for causing disturbances with his friends. Suffice to say, he wasn't exactly what his parents expected. But the old man, being unsuccessful himself at teaching anything about the Art, and discipline, to his son, signed him up to the Neverwinter's Academy when he was of age.

Mortran (his father) had to use of much of his influence to keep his youngest at the Academy, as he would rather skip class and get in trouble with the other students. It however all went to hell one day for poor Andy. As the years passed, and all he could muster was a few sparks, or an unwanted explosion, when trying to create simple orbs of light, his "fellow" mages would start picking on him, making use of mischievous enchantment and transmutation magic to make it unbearable. Unable to fight back with spell, it came down to what he was good at; his fists. Superior in every way to his comrades in actual fights, he easily fought back. Hard. More than one found their way to the infirmary, either from heavy bruises and even broken fingers for one or two. He was, of course, expelled and nothing his father would say (if he would even consider it at this point) would change that. To his family, he was nothing more than a disapointment. And he knew this. It however came to him that, maybe, he just wasn't meant for that. And he had heard plenty of tales about other, much more interesting, career choices...

More years passed, but it was clear to Anderick what he had to do. Simply leave, take the road with a sword and a shield and find fortune in it. So he eventually did, with the intent of leaving most of his days in Neverwinter behind him (even now he keeps mostly quiet about his days at the Academy, blaming his expulsion on his incompetence as a mage rather than the brawl when it is brought up as it's not something he was ever proud of).

He made his life as an adventurer, traveller and past-time mercenary. Surviving with meager means, but surviving. That is, until he came across a peculiar half-elf (some would rather say pervert, to a limit) going by the name of Seadin. They both had a similar mind, except that where Andy was good with the sword, his companion was the discreet type. Without being a duo extraordinaire, they went through a few mercenary contracts, and that eventually lead them to Baldur's Gate.

Today, Andy's thirst for adventure is still as strong. And his goodheart, even if sometimes foolish, leads him down the right path. With Tymora by his side, he is as confident as he is a skilled warrior. And below his uncaring and undisciplined appearance actually lies a man of determination and purpose.

Anderick's Journal: Entry 2
Why do I always end doing what the half-elf says ? I spoke with a wizard named Kane and went through my first lesson. Slayed some wyverns, went over the basics of the different schools. I think it can work. I bought a few books in Candlekeep, should help me. But with the theory I learned in Neverwinter, it should make it that much easier to learn the rest. I just have to figure out how to make an orb of light without burning myself with it. How hard can that be. It's just to ---

The rest of the page has been burnt, as well as a few others.

Anderick's Journal: Entry #5
I have lost what I thought to be a trusted friend today. Perhaps even made an enemy. All I can hope for now is that the next time we meet, it won't be on opposite sides of a battlefield. I wouldn't have the heart to raise my blade against him. Is it worth it ? To strike down a friend for a cause you believe in ? It probably is not, but I do not back down. I'm doing what is right, how painful it might be. And this is it. Nymas is a drow, but if Seadin trusts him, then so do I. A friend of a friend they say. But it looks like this saying goes both ways -- to the Black Arrow I probably am just like the dark elves. It saddens me that between the plague and the werewolf, all they can think of is their petty quarrel with their dark cousins.

Entry #9
One problem resolved is quickly replaced by another. Bhal'hal was vainquished, utterly destroyed. But now I hear an orphan girl was kidnapped by the Bhaalists to force an exchange between her and the cursed boy. They don't let go easily. I have to go out there and do my job. Where could they hide her ? Do they have a secret hideout in Baldur's Gate ? Secret entrance to the temple ? Some of the well-informed low lifes of Baldur's Gate might know something. I'm not big on the street-wise, but Seadin is. I think it's time for him and myself to tackle another problem and spill the guts of the bad guys.

Entry #10
It came too close. I underestimated them and I paid for it. I wasn't prepared for wizardry and it hit me in the face as hard as an orc raiding party. I don't know how I was able to survive, but thank Tymora I escaped. I don't want to know what would've become of me had I not. I need to stop being careless, however good of a swordsman I am some day it will be the death of me. Maybe sooner than I would think.

Entry #11
Timely rescue if I've ever seen one. I don't know what the Banites wanted with me, but the fact they kept me alive means something. I hadn't been stuck in there for long but I've never been so glad to see the sun before. I have to be doubly careful now. I can't let that happen a third time, skill might've saved me the first time and luck the second time, but Tymora's blessing might not extend to a third escape. And I can't place Roxanne in harm's way.

Entry #12
Would she go so far as to put an end to a child's life to save him ? Sometimes I wonder if fanatics of their faiths are not just simply crazy people. They speak of visions, of deities speaking directly to them, yet options like this one are considered. Perhaps the boy is cursed, maybe the Bhaalites will be after him for the rest of his days and maybe, if they do get their hands on him it would be the catalyst of terrible events. But whom has the right of life and death over him ? I heard Merielle speak, he is only eight years of age. Willingly killing him, even if it's for the supposedly noble goal of giving him to the comforts of Illmater, would go against every principles I can think of. Two wrongs don't make a right. It never does.