Inspired by your foster father’s countless tales of adventure, ancient treasures and endless knowledge, you yearn to travel the Realms to explore and seek your fortune. Gorion has been kind enough to instruct you in the basics of magic. Given your natural charm and beauty, you realise that enchantment spells come naturally to you. You have spoken to almost all the enchanters who visit Candlekeep and enamoured with your charm, many of them gave you valuable tips.

You know little about how you came to be a ward of Gorion’s, but over the year’s you have gleaned something of your mother’s tale from the vague allusions and from the words he sometimes uttered in tear-filled sleep. She was a human from far flung land of Shou Lung and a friend of his for many seasons. and a friend of his for many seasons. As you have no memory of her, nor any keepsakes to remind you of her existence, you have come to believe that she died while giving birth to you. Perhaps it was the pain of such a parting that led Gorion to cloister himself within the narrow halls of Candlekeep and raise you as his own. Of your father, you have learned nothing.