Background - Sorice
From Black Country Role Playing Society
As a small girl growing up, Sorice often dreamt of the excitement of magic and wizardry. She frequently dreamed of being a great mage someday, adventuring about in the world, sending fiery globes of energy hurtling toward some far off enemy. The forest, she thought, would be her friend, cloaking her from her enemies until she stepped forth to strike.
Alas, the reality of it all was that Sorice was a poor girl; Her community had long since given up magic; the power associated with it corrupting everything. Sorice's life was even more tragic, orphaned by parents who had died attempting to escape a horde raiding party while they were travelling. Parents…if you could even call them that before their deaths. Sorice’s father was an evil, cynical man. His strap belt found its way onto more than just Sorice’s rear end; often striking both she and her mother where ever it could. Her father was fond of the drink, favouring Dwarven Stout over more traditional Elven fare.
Her mother was not much better, rarely parenting Sorice any more than a shark parents its young. Swim fast and swim soon was the advice to go along with the analogy. Her mother was a thief and not a good one. The constables often brought her home. She never made it to jail, instead choosing to perform acts that would remove the onus of guilt from her. She too was a target of her father’s rage, regret, and belt.
It was in this situation that a young Sorice grew to become an accomplished rogue and a decent fighter. The forest did indeed become Sorice’s friend as her skill in hiding made her abilities as a rogue that much more impressive.
Around her hundred and eighteenth birthday, Sorice decided it was time move out of the forest. There was only one place in her mind, a fabled place of wonder and wealth, Obsidian Bay. Sorice hadn’t been in Obsidian Bay long before she was approached by a representative of the Blackrazor Guild: Obsidian Bay's premiere guild for chaos, accidental destruction, and inadvertent heroism. Sorice knew that membership to a recognised guild was the only way to pursue her career. The man also struck a cord in her mind, one not found in many of her contemporaries. A chance to help fight back the roving Hordes; a chance to see the world. Sorice thought about it. She hated what the Hordes stood for. This was an opportunity to not only get out and fight the good fight, but to expand her abilities, her wealth, and maybe even find some satisfaction. Sorice joined the guild and now works as a rogue, finding the compensation healthy, the adventuring exciting, and the world to be an awesome place.
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