Lauk is a curious fellow, both for being a tortle in a place where tortles are uncommon, and for being curious. He likes knowing, likes learning new things. And he likes bringing raining fire down upon his enemies. A simple guy, really.

As for his origins? Well… he was born as part of a small clutch of tortles, not on the Snout of Omgar as most might think, but on the astral plane. How that came to pass is a tale onto itself. Suffice to say, he did not have what any could call a “normal” childhood. He had a few siblings, but not all that many for tortles, with him and his siblings only numbering a dozen.

He knew his parents, but while they were around occasionally, they died when he was no more than six and a half year old, leaving the job of raising him and his siblings to his father’s brother. He doesn’t speak much about this time in his life, but what little he has said indicates that it wasn’t a bad time.

It is known that his inquisitive nature made him explore the field of magic fairly early on, though it only picked up speed a couple of years after he reached adulthood when one of the resident mages there took him under his wing as an apprentice, having been selected from a fairly small group of candidates.

Eventually, as is normal for tortles, the wanderlust set in and his master sent him out into the material plane to learn more on his own. Unfortunately, passing the barrier astral was not something he had ever trained for and he was quite lost upon arriving upon the material plane. After stumbling from one bad situation to the next for a couple of years, he eventually caught the eye of a devil that had—for reasons unknown to him—left the nine hells.

That encounter did not go all that well, resulting in him spending the next four years thinking that a continent-spanning conspiracy existed between cheesemakers and fishmongers to take over the world. In these years he sought to wipe all fishmongers and dealers in cheeses soft and hard from the world, as well as obliterating the products.

It goes without saying that this did not go all that well for Lauk, but it is to this day unknown what the devil got out of what must have been some sort of deal that led to this insanity. Eventually though, a wandering cleric of Torm managed to end his nonsensical rampage, restoring his mind and ending the dementation. He is still discomforted by soft cheeses and can’t stand the smell of fish, but at least it doesn’t trigger violence in him anymore.

The cleric took him in, taught him a bit about right and wrong and how the world of Faerûn works, but while their relationship was cordial, it was never truly warm. Lauk just couldn’t fully get in line with the cleric’s fanatic view of good and evil. That the guy actually liked cheese was probably the final nail in the coffin that led to him wandering off, though the insidious influence of a certain devil may also have been of significant influence, even if Lauk himself was unaware of it.

Name: Lin

Background:
Found and raised by an elven woman named Ilithria, Lin was raised as an equal. She never shy away from her true nature, as oppose to most of her kind. Then again, She has never met another one quite like herself. In terms of elven prospective of time, She was within Ilithria's family and embrace for a mere blink of an eye. The Changeling woman had grown fast, Faster then any human Ilithira had ever seen.

From a mere toddler, she had shown a knack for mimicking others, thus learning a vast variety of skills.
It was Ilithria's older daughter, a half elven woman named Narwen, that taught Lin to use the blade, and to fight.
Thus, Lin assumed her ever first identity (Identity #1) aside of her own. She found it easier to fight when taking Narwen's shape. Soon, Narwen's character immersed into the technique, turning into a nearly different entity.

When Lin was 14, near adulthood, a party of drows attacked the village.
They slaughtered Narwen, and Ilithria, leaving Lin with a rage that would never know peace.
Despite her anguish, her survival instincts took the better of her, she turned herself into one of the drows.
Soon, She found her second home - Belizinastra - a small drow settlement.

She was taken in by a woman named Soolur'drinith.
She hated every moment living under Sool.
But she had a plan. She would learn the drow ways. She would become one of them. She would adopt the innate drowish yearn to slaughter their brethren. Only, she had more then one reason to enjoy their slaughtering.
There, She adopted her second Identity (Identity #2) - Sool. a Drow rouge, which would take any job offered to her, if it meant to "kill her own".

Within the drow settlement, was a small prison section, filled with elves that were meant to be sacrificed to the spider queen. Among them, was a man that Lin came to love. The two would spend hours playing together all sorts of instruments, Making wonderful music together.
When he was sacrificed, she took his identity, to commemorate him (Identity #3)

She left the drow settlement 3 years later, in search of the specific drow that had killed Narwen. The woman she actually had deep feelings for, but never consummated them.

Her search lead her to this party.
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