Laika Reyndzher
Stout Halfling Ranger

Overview

I’m a survivor. I was born on the night of the meteor and its events have shaped literally my entire life. Both of my parents died before I could ever really know them. Though I was raised by a loving couple in their stead, I know they kept secrets from me, and now they’re dead too. I’m on a quest for experience, for adventure, but also for some answers if I can find any.

Known Relationships

• Rigel - Adoptive father, stonemason, deceased.

• Maia - Adoptive mother, cook at a local inn, deceased.

• Elivelor "Eli" Høj Født Ridder - local mercenary, has offered me payment for help on a few jobs, I think he could be a good mentor if I could get up the nerve to ask

• Corvid - Crow, befriended with gifts of shiny objects, seems to come to me when I have a difficult decision to make or am otherwise at a crossroads

Backstory

1. Just the Facts

For the DM who isn’t into reading and extracting things from a narrative:

• I’m only 15, and though I think of myself as more mature, I definitely do not have experience and emotional regulation of an adult; I’m not immature but I’m not mature either

• I am looking for answers, my whole life feels like a mystery

• I see things sometimes. Are they visions like my mother had? Did I inherit that from her?

• I am slow to trust anything - people, places - I am always on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop

• In general, I have high anxiety about everything - I’m always alert to my surroundings

• I don’t have any close friends

1. Narrative

I was born on the night of the meteors and the destruction of Drakkenheim. My parents were both in their 40s; I was a “miracle baby.” I have no memory of the actual event, only what other people have told me. My mother was the senior housemaid with over twenty years of service to Queen Lenore. Days before the meteor, my mother had a vision of impending doom and urged all of the royal family to retreat to the highly fortified underground shelter. The pleading got so emphatic that the Queen became annoyed with my mother and dismissed her from service two days before the event.

My mother (Pleione) and father (Batya) fled to my father’s employer’s house, Rigel the Stonemason (my father was also a stonemason). I was born in the home of Rigel and Maia (his wife), right next to the fire. It sounds loving and cozy but I have no memory of it. I know my mother spent her last days feeling like Cassandra, and ultimately feeling betrayed. Not only have people told me such, but I can feel her with me, and sometimes it feels like I am sitting at the end of the bed where she spent her last crying and crying.

I was raised by Rigel and Maia and though they’ve told me a lot about my parents, the night of my birth, and where I come from - they would never tell me what happened to my parents - why or how they died. I want answers. I want to know what happened and how my parents died. For all I know, they might not even be dead - maybe that’s a lie? I hear their voices all the time but they’re muffled and I can never make out what they’re saying.

Lil Details

PERSONALITY TRAITS

I’m hyper-alert, I’m always on guard, never totally at ease anywhere

I’m very much a survivor with a survivor’s mentality, surviving is the only thing I’ve ever known

Drakkenheim is a dangerous place. But I can navigate it with my eyes closed. This has been my only home and I know it like you know your own home.

IDEALS

Integrity. I believe in being impeccable with my word and expect others to do the same. Because of the world I live in (Drakkenheim) this means it’s extremely hard for me to make friends with or trust anyone - the contamination and corruption have really take a toll on everyone here.

Bravery. I was born with nothing left to lose, so I don’t mind taking a lot of chances if it means getting something I need.

Helpfulness. People need all the help they can get here and I know I can provide it.

BONDS

Rigel and Maia, both deceased. My parents, both deceased.

FLAWS

I have the overconfidence of youth, my hyper-alertness sometimes makes me think I know what’s going on when actually I’m missing some critical details

I have visions but no idea what they mean or how to use them to any advantage

I’m short, nothing on the top shelf is easy for me

I don’t trust anyone easily

I hear voices contantly

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