PLAYED BY: Elias Lambert
CHARACTER NAME: Born, Ark Trayes; Chosen Name, Drake Carrion
GENDER: Male
PRONOUN(S): He/Him/His
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: 14 (As of 273)
RACE: Human
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Hazel
OCCUPATION: Bard
KNOWN SKILLS: His archery skills are passable although he is more inexperienced then he’d care to admit, a passable singer, can cook… kinda.
BIRTHPLACE: Darkport
APPEARANCE: 5’7”, short, straight brown hair that’s often untidy.
NOTABLE TRAITS: Hates Syndar. makes dark, sometimes lurid jokes. Ego can get out of hand.
RELATIONSHIPS: He calls the members of the Bardbarians his friends.
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY:
Born into the upper middle class in a house on the edge of Darkport, my father and mother did not want a child. My parents called me Ark, but I hated that name. In my time in the cellar I thought of something better… Drake. Perfect! I faced a life of abuse, neglect, and entrapment in my family home. The one place my parents allowed me to go was to the bakery to buy fresh bread every week. The more money I spent on things in town the longer my parents would lock me in the dark, cramped and dusty coal cellar. That’s how I developed my claustrophobia.
That was my state of existence for the better part of my life until She came.
My savior arrived one fateful night in the form of a burglar. I was in the coal cellar at the time, I heard the screams of my parents above. I immediately started to rationalize, to make up a plausible story for the screams.
Then I felt the heat. The fire spread the smoke threatening to choke me. I ran at the locked door, smashing my shoulder into it. It didn’t give. The fire licked the door, setting the coal infused wood ablaze. The door ignited right as I slammed my arm into it. The door caved in. I ran as fast as I could through the house, I could feel death inches away as I rushed through the door. As I ran I saw a cloaked figure running away. I would learn later that the person who murdered my parents was a petty thief. Her name was Sirayira Arinwen. She’s dead now. I threw open the back door and ran out and didn’t stop, I was awestruck by the fields and valleys laid out before me as I ran by. By the next day I had run so far from home I was astounded by the world I never knew existed. I remember the last thing I did before going to sleep on the side of the road was thinking “ tomorrow is going to be a great day”
When I left home I immediately went to a small town in Clan Nightriver territory where I found a washed-up old adventurer named Tor, who would become the loving father I never had. He was as brave as he was loyal and a great traveling buddy. For a time, we traveled the world. I’m still not ready to reveal what we did or where we went, but I will say this: there is a legend told by the Nightriver Ulven, that two travelers passed through the Great Wolf’s Hackles and escaped a group of 40 Mordok very narrowly. Around the time we got back from our adventures, I met a girl named Astrid in a town in ruins, I’m still not sure which but when I saw her I knew she deserved more. At first she denied my proposal to take her away from this ruin of a town. I remember the second time I tried to convince her I believe my words were “I could give you anything you could wish for and more, a young woman of your beauty should not live in this cartwreck of a town” she responded by agreeing. So we traveled. It was a long road and not an easy one but one night Astrid said she was homesick and having watched me for the duration of the trip she apparently did not feel for me. I was disappointed but I let her go with no trouble. Tor and I continued on. But great adventures are rarely legal so when the various charges started to stack up I had the bright idea that the best way to escape persecution was to get to sea.
We bought cheap passage on an illegal smuggling vessel. I still remember the first time I saw the sea. It was love at first sight. The boat docked at New Vandregon a month and a half after leaving due to storm complications. The crew were found passed out drunk with cargo missing. Me and Tor had fled with the smuggled goods, which we promptly and stupidly gambled away. In New Vandregon I met Robert Shet at a tavern and our fates were forever changed that day. He intrigued me from the beginning. I approached Robert and asked if he would like to join me and Tor on a journey to the city of Newhope, and to my joy he accepted. Along the journey to Newhope, I learned many things about my new friend like his talent for the violin and dark and winding past. On the final day of our travels, I asked Robert if he would be interested in joining a group of minstrels that I had been thinking about creating for some time. Looking for an opportunity, he agreed.
Days later in a tavern in Newhope, my companions and I would pick up another member, Rethin Varthrumer, a wayward drummer playing on the streets who agreed to join from the moment we offered food.
I’ve escaped my home, I’ve found a father and I’ve found friends. I am Drake Carrion. I have no limit, I do what I want, when I want, and I will one day be recognized as the greatest individual to walk this earth.