I was born into a fairly wealthy family, wealthy enough to have a symbol and signet ring. We owned a large estate outside of Bildoobaris, the capital city of Narfell in northeast Faerun. At a young age my parents raised me to continue their ancient bloodline of draconic sorcerers. For training they would capture unknowing beasts and monsters for me to practice on. I was young and did not want to harm these innocent creatures. When I refused to continue training they threw me out. At the young age of 17 I was alone, without guidance. So I traveled to Bildoobaris looking for work and adventure. I completed a few odd jobs and decided it was time to move to a bigger city. I had heard tales of the glory days of Neverwinter and the sword coast.
