Tarthas

Tarthas is a half-elf spellthief from the world of Mandeor; particularly hailing from the town of Goldwind. and He is the current acting leader and "party face" of the Filler campaign.

Characterization
Tarthas appears as a 5'9" humanoid of elven lineage. He has generally sharp features, from his chin to his ears, but his nose is slightly rounded and a bit big for his face. His eyes are sharp and green, giving an impression of cunning and greed.

He is commonly garbed in a linen shirt under a leather vest and half-cape, with a pair of leather pants worn under high boots. When travelling he adorns a woolen cloak.

In combat he is protected by studded leather armour and wields a recently acquired dagger with a hilt of brass and a ruby as a pommel, his old shortspear being a ranged alternative that can serve as an effective combat starter.

Story
In his youth, Tarthas often found his mixed parentage a source of wonder, constantly speculating as to the identity of his father and what it meant to be half-elf. As he grew older however, he became frustrated with the lack of answers; neither human or elf lifestyles could truly accommodate him and half-elves had no true cultural identity to call their own.

One note of interest he did find in his blood, however, was whispers of power.

He could not discern the whispers until one day, a wizard came to his town, hearing of a local artifact of magical power. Upon making contact with the wizard he could hear the whispers anew, loud and purposeful in the body of the spellcaster. It was a passing thought that caused one of the wizards voices to quiet, but empowering Tarthas himself, stealing a spell and learning of his potential. Quickly labelled an outcast for this ability, Tarthas was forced to flee in order to escape the “narrow-minded,“ wrath of those he had spent his whole life with.

Becoming bitter towards those who would shun his gifts, he absconded to the city of Atzior. Soon upon arriving, the quickness afforded by his elven blood and the intuition of his human side, he was soon able to steal, scrimp and generally scrounge enough money to survive, his anger continuing to fester inside, that is, until he met a few unlikely cohorts...