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Personal history

Pewter, affectionately referred to as Pewt, was born as the 7th and last child of the exceedingly poor, yet venerable and proud Pohw'bo'm Pangloss family. His mother Michaila, a human, and his father Mikhail, an elf, were full of love yet had a hard time distributing it equally amongst the four brothers and three sisters; especially when they constantly struggled to keep ahold of their ancestral home and thusly spent more time with the older siblings who could both understand and empathize with their plight, as well as help them overcome it.
Pewt occupied a complicated role in society: He was the youngest son of an ailing noble family, who themselves had had to move away from their mansion when he was just two years old. He received no formal education, but was intermittently home-schooled for a couple of years. His siblings were all a fair bit older than him and mostly kept to themselves, seeking higher educations or practicing their crafts. He did not get a lot of time with his parents either, as they spent most of theirs away championing their rights to emissaries and officials, to no avail. Neither could he find friendships outside of his family as the rural farmstead they had been displaced to had an average age of about 20 years. Older than his then 50 year old mother, that is. So for a long, long time Pewt was alone.
 
He spent the days he wasn't working the fields of his neighbours' gazing up at the stars across the mountain range, thinking of a life of excitement beyond the green grass and rocky mounds of stone. His siblings: Avt, Omat, Kal, Nash, Nik, and Ova weren't always away however. A couple of times each month his older brothers and sisters, who had all grown up in a comparatively affluent environment, deigned to do their chores. Most of them were irritated at their predicament, but the older siblings enjoyed bossing the younger siblings around and amazing them with far out tales and stories from the capital. Pewt enjoyed these short get-togethers immensely, but after a day or two, they would again go their separate ways.
 
An older man, Biadoni, his neighbour two large barely fields north of their abode was a dragonborn. A rarity in these parts of the world, to be sure, and rarer still was his previous profession: a grandmaster of a monastery called Zodie Simen: The Star Silk Sect™ located near the capital Gardargrad. Biadoni kept this fact a secret for many years despite the fact that the two had grown very close, training Pewt to control his burgeoning spiritual power, under the pretense of teaching him self-defense, since Pewt had told Biadoni of his longing to travel the world many a time. Pewt had a knack for it, more so than Biadoni thought. He memorized forms and stances easily and was lightning quick on his feet. This went on for severeal years and just as Pewt's ability to gather ki was recognized, Biadoni's time, it seemed, had come, six years after he took on his final pupil. As a powerful monk, neither age nor disease could pierce the old dragonborn's defenses, but tranquility and power does not make one immortal. During the autumn of Pewt's 17th year he found his mentor sitting in lotus position under an orange-coloured tree. There he spoke with him one last time.
 
Ova, the second youngest sibling, was "only" 5 years older than Pewt and as such formed a closer connection with him than with her older siblings. Over time it had become clear that she wanted to leave, just like him. She wanted to become a painter, drawing different landscapes from every corner of the world. She wanted Pewt to come with her but he hesitated. And so she left. He regrets not asking her where she would go, or if she'd ever come back. Ova was a born sorcerer, wielding powerful magics at a very young age so her safety was never in question. At least, Pewt hoped so.
 
As it turned out, all of his siblings had felt the same and, as if spurned on by Ova's decision, left one by one and after a few months he was the only one still living in their old, tattered home. Some time later, his parents had regained their prestige and titles and sent word to their children who had scattered here and there, following their own ambitions. Avt and Oma returned from their failed business endeavors, NFTs (non-fungible tieflings™) and Kal and Nash knew that their mother grew older far quicker than they and returned home to help her as the years caught up with her. Ova did not return and never sent word of her whereabouts. Pewt had to go to the capital either way to pay recompense to his mentor by returning his ashes to the monastery he had longed to return to in his last moments. He did so and he was made an honorary member despite his lack of formal training and left some days later.
 
He reunited with six sevenths of his family, but told them that he would not be staying. His parents were saddened but understood and with their newly reclaimed wealth gifted him with a heavy bag of coins and then he set out on his own journey.
 
After wandering through Great Kus™ for a couple of months, doing odd jobs as he traveled from village to village, Pewt finally reached a harbor town. Being both unsure of where his next destination should be as well as unsure of how one charters a trip he wandered on to a dock and asked a fisherman if any of the larger boats took passengers. Fortunately, this was no mere fisherman and as the captain of the Nail-Ripper™ he welcomed Pewt aboard and was willing to let him stay in exchange for cleaning the ship. That was, until he saw Pewt doing yoga, and then he became the ship's pilates instructor. Oh, and apparently the ship would dock on another continent a couple of weeks later. The captain's name was Billiam Barnacleslapper and he gave Pewt a fancy cloak as a reward for teaching him the downward dog.
 
With his crew now into cross fit and with morning rituals out the ass, the captain waved a tearful goodbye as Pewt confusedly wandered away from the oceanic vessel. In need of lodgings and a source of income, he walked through a port section of Nova Aera. After a day or so of getting a lay of the land, Pewt was approached by an eladrin who waved him into a dark alley. Pewt saw nothing wrong with this behaviour and followed him. The eladrin introduced himself as Avian and he tried to sell him some sham. Pewt saw through this hussle, despite Avian's silvered tongue and was ready to berate him as a group of ne'er-do-wells approached them both from the shadows. It became clear that they wanted something from Avian, and he wasn't willing to part with whatever it was. Had they left then and there Pewt mightn't have ever found himself working as an adventurer at all. Whether luckily or unluckily, they brought out their weapons and made it clear they weren't taking no for an answer. Pewt had to step in, obviously, and while Avian tried to unsuccessfully flee the scene he knocked most of them down. An artificial man (who later introduced themselves as Lucky Six) was a bit tougher than the others and Pewt helped him up. The warforged asked why he didn't kill any of them and why he would so readily defend a stranger who tried to trick him. This puzzled Pewt and he answered "Why wouldn't I?" For Pewt "bringing peace and helping others is the duty of the strong and powerful. Doing otherwise would break my heart and stain my soul." Also, randomly murdering like, 6 people would probably land him in jail for at least a couple of decades.
 
Anyhow, Pewt wanted to bring the unconscious men to justice, but Avian and Lucky convinced him to just let them be. Just as he was about to wander off by his lonesome Avian invited him and Lucky to a night of debauchery and reveling. Technically, Pewt never became an official ascetic and could partake in any earthly delights he saw fit, and saw fit he did.

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Birthplace

Gardagrad, Kaliv

Current Residence

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