Trenton Silverwood
Character Backstory
Trenton Silverwood: A Bard's Tale of Vengeance
My story doesn't begin with a lute in hand or a song on my lips. No, I was born a con man, a trickster with a silver tongue and a knack for separating fools from their coin. We were simple folk in our little half-elven community – farmers, laborers, the occasional traveling merchant to fleece. Life was… manageable.
Then the dragons came.
It started subtly. New laws, harsh restrictions, and those damned "enforcers" with their draconic crests and cruel smiles. It was just Mom, my sister, and me after Dad vanished years ago. Being the eldest, I did what I had to, kept our heads down, tried to make ends meet as legitimate work dried up and fear choked the life out of our town.
But you can't outrun fate. One of those enforcers, eyes like chips of ice, took a liking to my sister. She fought back, of course, spirit like wildfire. But against their power… it was a losing battle. Treason, they called it. A mockery of justice. They executed her. Wouldn't even let Mom and me give her a proper burial.
The world turned red that day.
Mom… she withered. Grief consumed her, and the light in her eyes faded. One day, she pressed our meager savings into my hand, a trembling whisper escaping her lips: "Leave. Find a purpose."
So I left. With a heart full of rage and a thirst for vengeance, I sought out the College of Bards in the nearest city. Music became my weapon, my voice a vessel for the fury that burned within. My teachers, those gentle souls, were horrified by my obsession with dragons, with my desire to learn their secrets, their weaknesses. But I wouldn't be deterred. I had to understand these creatures who had shattered my life, stolen my family.
After graduation, I wandered, a bard of sorrow and rage. I found others, scarred and broken by the dragons' tyranny. We shared stories, whispered plans, nurtured the flames of rebellion in our hearts.
I'm no leader, no shining hero. But I am a weapon forged in grief and loss. And I will have my vengeance.
Appearance
Trenton Silverwood stands as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a beacon of defiance against the oppressive rule of the dragons. His journey from a cunning con man to a bard fueled by vengeance is etched upon his very visage.
His face, framed by windswept locks of brown hair, bears the marks of both sorrow and determination. His blue eyes, once twinkling with mischief, now smolder with a deep-seated anger, a reflection of the pain and loss he has endured. Yet, amidst the shadows of grief, a spark of hope flickers, fueled by his unwavering desire for justice.
Trenton's attire reflects his dual nature, a blend of the flamboyant and the practical. A worn leather jerkin, adorned with the tools of his trade – a disguise kit, a set of lock picks, and a silver tongue – speaks to his roguish past. A finely crafted lute, strapped across his back, hints at his newfound purpose, its strings poised to unleash both melodies of inspiration and dirges of defiance.
Beneath his rugged exterior lies a keen intellect and a cunning mind, honed by years of navigating the treacherous underbelly of society. His knowledge of arcane lore and his mastery of the bardic arts are evident in the subtle arcane symbols woven into his clothing and the glint of arcane energy that occasionally flickers in his eyes.
A half-elf of average height and build, Trenton carries himself with a quiet confidence, his movements fluid and graceful, a testament to his elven heritage. Yet, there is a hint of weariness in his posture, a subtle reminder of the burdens he carries – the weight of grief, the thirst for vengeance, and the unwavering hope for a brighter future.