3. Kaero Blake's Background

Kaero Blake's Background


  • Account ID - Wave_Blade_Cross
    Character ID - Kaero Blake

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    Born in the common room of the Friendly Arm Inn as the third child of a now deceased harlot, Kaero Blake had lived his youth in the constant shadow of scorn laid upon him for his unasked-for bastard lineage by the gossiping peasantry. Forced to the conclusion that his neighbors were "stupid, rude and annoying" at the same tender age he had learned to toddle across the worn hardwood flooring of the inn's floor space, Kaero was regularly ostracized by even the meager handful of peers he had until the day he left for the last time. Much to his displeasure, parent and child indirectly backed up each other well as the elders allowed Kaero to be taunted and bullied through his labors by the more coddled brats. Every night added further to his emotional strain as his earliest memories of his mother were of her leaving her merely tolerated children alone every night to spend her time with other men in return for much-needed coin.

    Despite his dislike for what his mother had to do to keep herself and her family sheltered, Kaero's worst family memories were of his mother becoming insane and abusive as numerous legions began to fester upon his flesh. When the eldest daughter of the Blake family asked the local voice of Glittergold for his aid, Kaero found an irrational dislike for that particular faith as the priest's personal response to his mother still remains clear in his mind. "Ms. Blake, because of your countless unrepented sins of the flesh, I can not spare you. For, you see, your illness is a punishment to your body for its misleading ways. I am sorry, but all I can do for you now is stay available to hear your wish for salvation."

    By the time his mother was finally bestowed the kindness of a quiet death from her terrible, lingering affliction, Kaero had already become so thoroughly frustrated with the weight of abused heaped upon him and his surviving family that he finally snapped. Despite being well over a foot taller and three years older than the enraged pre-teen, the de facto leader of the children of the Friendly Arm found himself at the nonexistent mercy of his favorite target.

    It was at this point in the still physically child-like lad's life that he found himself beginning the road to formal training in the scouting arts among the local guardsmen. Unconsciously trying to put the black sheep back in his place with the rest of his broken family, the parents of the severely beaten child loudly demanded justice until the object of their scorn was given a public flogging and clapped in the stockades for a week. By failing to cry out in misery even when some of the more spiteful parents took time out from their day making use of the rotted produce, Kaero finished attracting the notice the militia has been giving him ever since he first fought back against the injustice levied upon his life. Not long after his freedom was restored to him, the local Captain of the Guard had the spirited older youth brought before him as a prospective enlistee. After what could barely even amount to a formality of a check with his interests, Kaero was placed under the tutelage of the Scout Master under his own insistence.

    Thanks to the still powerful feelings Kaero felt with those he grudgingly swore to defend with his life, he had long since wanted little to do with what the other boys expressed interest in. When many of them inevitably used the weak excuse of them being knightly priests and mighty wizards out to slay the vile fiend as part of their tormenting, he quickly noticed the fears of the guardsmen as the whispered among their selves in the night. Though the prowess of such vile fiends as the necromancer were both personally distasteful to the morals he had and beyond his means, he could think of a single problem with becoming the personification of that faceless marksman, capable of killing whatever it could see in an instant with its deadly accurate shots. Surely to possess that sort of power would allow him to live his life as he chooses, free from the pointless hatred of his civilization.

    For the next five years Kaero served his birth place with surprising loyalty and distinction in return for his lessons and even some pay. Having come to cool his bitter feelings with the increasingly emotionally distant inn workers and regular patrons, Kaero might have even been able to live out a somewhat stable life with his fellows had he not fell to a wanderlust akin to a bards. Once his initial contract ended, the now young man and rogue style scout gladly so joined the first partially reliable looking adventuring company to pass through the inn on their way to Baldur’s Gate, that he barely gave more than a simple goodbye to those people he might cared about in a better life. Neither knowing nor truly caring much of what may have happened to his younger brother and three sisters since he left the service, most of them had likely continued to work in the same inn to which they had been birthed and lived their entire lives.

    Though his self-control has vastly improved under the guiding influence of his formal training, a specter of the sniper's past still remains under his seething intolerance for anyone that should openly refer to him as a bastard. His hatred for this reminder of his past history is such that he has been known to fly off into a rage with people that do not promptly recant their insult.*

    "What I had chosen to do back then was so foolish and reckless that I still do not know how I along managed to find my way - ragged and bloodied, yet still in one piece! - to the great city of Waterdeep after the rest of the party was slaughtered or failed to meet at the chosen landmark while I was ahead scouting. Turning back wasn’t an option at the time as my gut instinct told me something unfriendly was awaiting my return. I know all too well of how people talk of that monument to civilization as though it were the greatest achievement by the myriad races since the times of Myth Drannor. 'The City of Splendors,' wealthy tourists and overdramatic natives lacking the spine to see the fullness of Toril would call it. Well, as far as I was concerned the week after I stumbled out of that bandit infested forest someone saw fit to aptly name Daggerford, they didn't even know the half of it. I learned the hard way just how foolishly I gave up my better judgment."

    Nearly killed in a daring mid-day ambush from a small gang of common street thugs, Kaero had only managed to survive the attack when a passing patrol of the town guard distracted them from their hasty looting. A single pained moan passed through the air as most of the patrol began their pursuit of the felons as Kaero smiled with his last ounce of strength. His memories of that day faded into darkness as his bloodied body was leaning against a cheap wooden wall and his balanced knife was sticking from the back of the collapsing youth's skull. Though most of his memories following his return to consciousness were vague, he can distinctly recall choosing to 'escape' becoming an example under the law by the graces of an unknown benefactor. With scarcely more to his recollections of that time, Kaero's assumption is that returning to the city now would be the death of him.

    Experiencing his own fair share of misadventures as he gradually made his way north to lands less touched by human or dwarven hands, Kaero feels to reason to return to the familiar and often yet unpredictably unfriendly surroundings of the lands he was born in. Though his hopes for the lasting interest of the fallen kingdom of Narfell haven't been brought up all that much through learning some of its history from the elders among the Romani, it may at least be worth some measure of temporary amusement as he prepares himself to make his first trip through the Nars Pass to a town called Jiyyd.

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    AN: Though it still feels a bit rough to me, I'd honestly rather spend my remaining free time today roleplaying with other people, instead of polishing the above writing to perfect smoothness. XD And yes, I've tried to leave certain events vague on purpose for your friendly DMs. The Dieties know what else Kaero may have done to come around and bite him on the ass later.

    *Do not try to read this paragraph unless you are either a DM, or can fully resist the temptation to metagame. I purposefully made the font harder to immediately access because its potential use against this PC.


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