Role

Chapter 5

Tanith was born to House Adoun, a middling-high noble house in Tir-Taleth.
He was, from birth, a severe disappointment to his parents. He had their
blood, their delicate beauty, and none of their composure. What intellect
he did share was constantly under seige by his sense of adventure.

You could consider him ADD. You could call him hyperactive. Perhaps even
morally questionable. Several things were very much true: he had a good
heart, was generally kind, and ALWAYS in trouble. Tanith just didn't do
well with structure, or rules.

He rapidly became an artist at dodging his tutors, escaping his classes,
avoiding his father's guards, his mother's handmaids, and anyone else that
might want him to do ANYTHING responsible. He typically escaped his
father's manor to play with the city children. Stones, knights, Nightwalker
tag. He was forever climbing trees, and equally as often falling out of
them. He wasn't a bully, and he wasn't a leader, but his wild energy and
sense of adventure rapidly drew a following of other children... all getting
in even more trouble collectively.

Tanith was raised to believe in the Gods of Light. Deep in his heart he
felt a secret kinship with the elf maiden, Baerinka. He felt a fierce sense
of joyous glory as he heard her tales, and those of her followers. And,
quite frankly, he thought the statue of her was the most beautiful thing
he had ever seen. It was, of course, totally unacceptable for a child of
Adoun to follow a warrior-goddess. No great noble would dream of getting
their hands dirty. But, of course, he did. If not openly.

Tanith's glorious childhood drew to a close quite abruptly. The child of
an itinerate tinker joined Tanith's group of friends, and immediately
started cruelly abusing the youngest. Tanith defended the weak, bloodied
the bully, and was turning back to play when the tinker's son took him in
the kidney with a knife. Ouch.

A burst of adrenaline, a savage yell, a flurry of movement, and somehow
Tanith ended up in the dirt, bleeding out, while the tinker's son had his
own knife in his chest. Tanith's friends ran for help, and with the aid
of a town healer Tanith was saved. Missing his kidney, of course.

This was, of course, a tragic disappointment to his parents. They never
liked his association with the commons, but getting knifed by one was
the last straw. They intended to send him off to a boarding school as soon
as he recovered.

So there we are. Worried parents alone in a manor, wounded Tanith in
the town hospice, and an enraged tinker with a dead child and no justice.
The tinker had a few fireworks in his wagon, and thought to use them to
blow up the manor in revenge. Of course, he was no explosives expert, and
while he succeeded in blowing up the manor, he also blew himself up. Leaving
Tanith in the hospice, orphaned and angry.

Tanith, when he recovered, had no interest in inheriting his father's title
or responsibilities, instead choosing to make his way own way in the lands.

So. What does this backstory mean for his behavior?
1. He never learned to read, or write. No use of the scrolls skill, no notes,
and no knowledge from notes unless someone tells him verbally.
2. He will react badly to structure. A firm leader, orders, commands, rules
anything of the like will generally ca