Some might say hick, and others say he's just a good ol' boy, but in truth, he's just Balasar...

Born in the back swamps, Balasar is the youngest of 14. While in his youth, his father, Dulin Drako, died in a tragic "swamp accident". Swallowed whole by a Naga…yea, poor ol' Dulin wasn’t the brightest. However, that never got Balasar down, as the youngest, he always saw his family as the most important thing in the world. He would often go to ridiculous ends just to make them smile. This would also often result in quite a few bumps and bruises.
However as is with life, the older Balasar got, the more each day blurred into another, and so on. He found himself, working for the general store in town, to help his mother and siblings. When Balasar's mother, Yula, passed. He felt as though he should be more saddened by it. But rather he did his best to look on the brighter side, she no longer had to endure pain or feel sadness herself. Balasar would miss her, but in truth, she was with Dulin now, and that thought made him happy.
The days trudged onward, one after another, this went on for a few months. Until one day, after coming home from work Balasar took notice of the empty house in which he stood. A place that once radiated with loud noises, and the smell of home-cooked meals, now devoid of all character. Now that his mother passed away, and his siblings had gone away (whether most of them were alive or dead, he was unsure). Balasar decided to strike out on his own, to start his journey.
 
On the first leg of his journey, within the first month, he ran into a strange-looking Lizardfolk, by the name Old Yung Cletus. A very strange man indeed, but with an instrument, that, no pun intended, plucked at the strings of Balasar's very soul. He asked Cletus to instruct him in the ways of the instrument. Cletus was stubborn at first and protested, but after 2 weeks of Balasar hanging out around his cabin, regardless of the numerous threats, from either beasts or Cletus himself, Balasar would not leave. And so Cletus gave in to the young Dragonborn's pleading. But only under the circumstance that he pull his weight by bringing in the "cheddar" as Cletus called it. Cletus, gave Balasar an old Banjo, told him that he would start with that, and move on as he learned more. Balasar was not particularly good at the start but after a few more weeks, he learned the basics, as well as a few interesting ways to play the instrument.
 
While traveling on the road, between Cletus' cabin and the nearby tavern, where he earned his keep, there was an anomaly, the dirt beneath Balasar's feet began to shift, and turn from its solid state to a more mud-like substance, he quickly began to sink into the dirt, and before he could so much as even utter a cry for help, he was pulled beneath the earth, and taken somewhere new. When he had the awareness, that he was not dead, he quickly realized he was merely in a dark room, and not alone. There in the dark stood a strange man who spoke in broken common, a bird creature-man-thing, a small Duergar, and another Dragonborn, though this one did not have a tail. Balasar was unsure why they were there, but figured he would find out soon enough...

Age

32

Gender

Male

Eyes

Green

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Red

Height

6'9"

Weight

327