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Boros was born to unknown parents; typical to a Tiefling, they had abandoned him at birth for his demonic heritage, yet he held no ill will toward them. They most likely were underlings to one or two of the Families, and couldn't afford to raise a child even together, or couldn't stay together for fear of gang-style retribution. It was common enough, even a few of the vicious whelps he called neighbors on his dilapidated street told similar stories while he was a child. And telling stories was commonplace; escapism a permanent in the wastes, whether it be hard drink or common combustible. Their favorite language for this was Infernal; it's harsh tones and rough phrasing perfect for the violent battles that they slung words about. |
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Revision as of 13:25, 27 August 2022
| Relatives | Jeb (patron) |
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| Languages | Common, Draconic, Infernal |
| Aliases | The Yeti of the Wastes |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Place of Birth | Crooks' Creek |
| Species | Tiefling |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Weight | 200 |
| Eye Color | One pure silver, one silver iris |
Boros is a 19-year old Tiefling Warlock expat of Crooks' Creek, seeking knowledge, vengeance, freedom, and drink.
Physical Appearance
Tall for a human, short for a Tiefling. A lithe, but somewhat wide gentleman, his eyes of pure silver unsettled to even the most kind-hearted of folks. He wore the grizzled beard of a sailor, coiffed hair of the slyest merchants, and a flashy black leather coat that screamed, "Look at me!". One hand nigh always occupied with a pen to scribble idle thoughts, the other whatever he was swilling down at the moment.
Personality
The only thing quicker than his pour behind the tap of a keg is his tongue, an old survival tactic from the wastes of Crook's Creek. Then again, everything was a ploy to survive there.
History
Boros was born to unknown parents; typical to a Tiefling, they had abandoned him at birth for his demonic heritage, yet he held no ill will toward them. They most likely were underlings to one or two of the Families, and couldn't afford to raise a child even together, or couldn't stay together for fear of gang-style retribution. It was common enough, even a few of the vicious whelps he called neighbors on his dilapidated street told similar stories while he was a child. And telling stories was commonplace; escapism a permanent in the wastes, whether it be hard drink or common combustible. Their favorite language for this was Infernal; it's harsh tones and rough phrasing perfect for the violent battles that they slung words about.
Languages
Boros speaks Common usually, but grew up switching between Infernal and Common on the streets of Crooks' Creek, and learned Draconic after leaving home.
Powers and Abilities
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