Filthy Wretch
Orignale Back story prompt "The oldest memory that this little halfling remembers was
shaking what he thought was his parents. They had starved to death apparently,
knowing what he knew now. He would have starved himself if it wasn’t for an old
beggar woman who kind of took him in. She was loving an always called him
‘little one’ showing him tricks to survived. When he started to talk was about
the time that the old woman died leaving him alone once more. The woman always
wore a braided iron bracelet that didn’t seem valuable, but it meant a lot to
her so the little halfling took it to always remember her. As he grew up life
was always hard for him, but being the littlest had its advantages. Most didn’t
ever see him, while others beat him if he was caught. Many nights his belly was
empty, while he squeezed into tight places where no one would be able to reach
him, but he survived somehow. As years went on, he learned new tricks and
eventually had a name given to him. It probably wasn’t the best of names, but
everyone seems to call him by it, so it stuck to him. One older fellow, a kind
man, would always leave a fresh baked bread in the window for him every
morning. When he would grab it every morning the man would be shouting at him,
“Filthy Wretch” and waving. Sure, his hand didn’t have his fingers extended,
but hey maybe it was his way of waving and greetings, the halfling didn’t know.
The halfling would always take a big bite and wave back to let the nice man
know how good it was.
As the years went by the halfling did bigger risks and it didn’t always work.
Then one day something went horribly wrong. One of his many nice friends ended
up attacking him without a reason. It left the halfling in a lot of pain and
unable to really move around to even survive. He ended up crawling into a hole
waiting to die, all alone. As he sat there shivering and his stomach growling, barely hanging onto consciousness, a strange ball of light glowed in front of his eyes. As his eyes widened, he
could hear a voice. It promised to help him and made him feel warm inside. As
he nodded the light faded away and a small mouse was sitting on a piece of
cheese looking at him a few feet away. As he blinked at it the mouse hopped
down and pushed the cheese closer to him. This happened day after day. The
little mouse would bring him something to eat or a small cup of water to drink,
how the little guy got it he had no idea. After that the two of them were
always with each other. The halfling decided to call the little mouse Lucky and
placed the braided iron bracelet on him like a collar.
Ever since the day the halfling saw that warmth giving light
everything had changed. He sometimes thought he dreamed of the light talking to
him in his sleep. He found that he had strange new powers and decided that he
was done with living on the streets. He pick up lucky, pulled on his mismatched
pair of shoes and was going to go on an adventure and change his life… Someday…
he wouldn’t be Filthy Wretch… he would be Filthy Rich."
Mental characteristics
Morality & Philosophy
Personality Traits
- I like to squeeze into small places where no one else can get to me.
- People. I help the people who help me — that’s what keeps us alive. (Neutral)
- I owe a debt I can never repay to the person who took pity on me.
Personality Characteristics
Vices & Personality flaws
Flaws
People who can’t take care of themselves get what they deserve.
Social
Hobbies & Pets
Lucky (Mouse)
Age
18
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Dirty Blond
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Brownish Red
Height
4'0ft (Size Small)
Weight
31lb
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