Eyy thanks.
Edit: I dont think the sharable link from DnD beyond shows the extra details of Edgar. Just for reference here they are:
- He is LN with the soldier background. Around 178 cm tall and 158 lb with fair skin and greying hair.
- He's haunted by his memories of his days as a marauder. Decades later he still has nightmares about it and desperately tries to hide that part of his life.
His backstory goes as follows:
Edgar is a gruff grizzled veteran that has had a hard life but mellowed out somewhat in his twilight years. As the illegitimate son of a burgomaster and a poor servant, life was tough. His biological father never supported him as his mother worked herself to the bone just to support Edgar and herself. It was no surprise that she got sick so easily, forcing the teenaged Edgar to take up the proverbial blade and become a mercenary to earn coin.
It was unfortunate that by the time he accumulated enough money to purchase the medicine to treat his mother, it had developed beyond treatment and died before the year ended. Embittered and spiteful by the tragic loss of the sole figure in his life that he loved, Ed turned to banditry in an effort to strike back against fate and, more importantly, his uncaring father.
It led him to a dark path. A very dark path that still haunts him to this day decades later. But that's a story for another time.
His hard and unfair life never prepared him for the biggest hurdle in his life. Fatherhood. He would have never expected himself to be one in his advanced age nor that he felt that he wanted it. But fate has a funny way of turning out. He found his daughter during a cold biting winter four years ago. He had gone out to hunt for deer for his new livelihood in a far far away town.
He heard the weak cries of what he assumed at the time, were auditory hallucinations of his wrongs haunting him again, but fortunately he gave it a second guess and followed the noise to its source. It was from a baby. Barely hanging onto life, but fervently clinging to it regardless. In the hands of two frostbitten corpses huddled within a small alcove, he assumed to be her biological parents, desperately trying to protect the baby from the cold. He had little choice on the matter and was forced to take care of her. He didn't know at the time, but she would become his world. His sole pride and joy. The one person he felt deserved the honor of bearing his mother's name. His most beloved daughter, Beatrice.
Though it would seem karma would come back to bite at him one last time. Earlier this year, Bea got sick. Same sickness that took his mother was now trying to take her away from him. Maybe he deserved it, but damn it all if Edgard didn't try harder this time around. Leaving her under the care of the closest thing to a healer they had in town, he took up the proverbial blade one last time. Hellbent on getting the treatment his adopted daughter so desperately needs.
He will not fail this time. Never again.
