Name:Tybalt Nonafel
Gender: Male
Race: Tiefling of rakshasa spawn
Class: Sorcerer of the infernal bloodline
Alignment: CN
Appearance:
{WIP} For the moments lets roughly assume something similar to puss in boots.
Personality:
Little big dog syndrome is not the right words to describe him, he is more like the cat in the corner; watching and mysterious pulling you in by his lack of doing anything but watching. He is charming when he needs to be and wields his will like a duelist with their rapier, playing with heartstrings like a violin uses catgut. At the end of they day he wants to make sure he has been seen appreciated and known for being there, having nothing of a home to have come from he wants to let those he has met hear of him again and remind them that he was in their lives.
Biography:
Born in westcrown of a 'halfling' and a 'human' it was obvious one of them was something more than they let on. He was born in the streets and ran with a gang who made use of his small size and natural personality to get others attention on him so others could steal their food for the day. One day he was made to sneak into a performers troupe with his small size and see what costume jewelry he could slip outside. He was quickly caught, not by a guard but by the performance of a Sarini fool who had made herself into a true Chelish Diva. He was so fascinated by her performance that he stayed back to try and become her serf and personal assistant as well as student.
He could perform, yes, and he had a clear presence even for one of his height, but he just didn't have that bardic knack of his teacher. In an effort to make a name for themselves, the troupe tried their hand at the sixfold trials. It was a disaster that cost lives and maimed his diva but this is also where his bloodline emerged with an amazing potency as he tried to protect her. Alive but heartbroken, she sent him away with a letter to some friends of hers in sandpoint while she find something new to do with her life.
