When asked of his answers in a long-winded tone that almost makes you cringe and doubt that you'd have asked. Despite the handsome features (if somewhat repulsive nature of his albino eyes and the faint straining of his fabric of the back of his trousers) he states of what he can remember from age 7 and on, before that being a blur to his soul. This purple-haired young planewalker hailed from a long line adventurers and wanderer tieflings of the various planes unbeknownst to him; How he came to be conceived is a mystery, thatat a young age he found himself on the streets until a kindly innkeeper took sympathy on the fellow. He lived in a tavern serving drinks to the public a few scant years until some evil-perverted rogue planted some coin on his person, with which the innkeeper found it on his person and was forced onto the streets. Who and why the rogue did as he such, perhaps for the better or worse of his fate. Regardless, from then on he had rely on utterly insignificant parlor tricks to carve out a small living from poverty that he became almost feral from lack of mental stimulation until a wandering female wizard named Tzoril Ticane became intrigued by the possibility of the young male. He aroused the young tiefling's mind with reading and writing and mind became affluent with words, sentences and the ability to string them together, he was still quite young: His brain was still developing. He became able to scribe spell into his own leather-bound spellbook and enjoyed the simple life of studying history books, magical runes, and such with a roof over his head. However, this pleasure was short lived as he witnessed a jealous wizard seeking redemption upon him that he opened a random portal that would lead him far far away possibly never to return. Having been portaled to a woodland area to a seemingly, if not totally new world; His mind threatened to turn on him as he sought shelter. A kindly wandering pack of wolves took them as their own, forming a tightly knit clan with them as he hunted with crude javelins, spears, and other instruments of war. Finding an adventuring band, he gave his wolf-kin a lick on their muzzles and tracked them back to Hlint to quester a living amongst the adventurers gathering there, often finding himself drinking himself into a stupor with the alcohols that were virgin and thanking the god of whatever deity he felt would be most appropriate in his actions; Adventuring his only source of income. He actively enjoyed seeking out odd spells to add to his spellbook to help in his troublemakings (such as casting the spell 'Grease') on an area and watching a rogue, the master of stealth and movements, struggle to stand on two feet. He was also known to have an insatiable appetite and practically endless quench for exotic and native drinks, a normal room for commoners might rank up 2 or 3 gold at the most. But he would often find rack up 10 gold visits, uncommonly more and usually find himself in the back room scrubbing dishes as consequence for his love of food. He was spontaneously active to seek out wrong-doer's and attempt to convince them from their line of work, however, a tiefling is not often believed as he is seen as wise but not very pleasant to the eyes and thus usually talks in vain. He prided himself in joining bar-room brawls but eventually had to think to himself to accomplish something with his life, he had always heard tales of adventurers making steadfast deeds of importance by actually doing something but this didn't really intrigue him. However, the promise of money from the line of work picqued his interest. And so he packed his belongings and thrusted his weapons in their scabbards thus setting off to Hlint to meet his destiny.