I was orphaned at a young age and lived on the streets of NeverWinter for a year or so, stealing food and the occasional purse.  One day, I tried to pick the pocket of the wrong man…I thought I had successfully taken his money only to find out that he was testing me.  You see, he was the leader of the Assassin’s Guild and he didn’t take kindly to me lifting his cash.  He caught me and beat me unconscious.  When I woke up, I was in a cell in the basement of his Mansion.  He said I could either join his Guild or die…Not much of a choice, but while I was finding it harder and harder to live on the streets, I have always been a survivor.

I moved into the Assassin’s Guild and began my training…shadowing marks, gathering intelligence, forging documents, impersonating people, and planning the best way to kill while making it look like an accident.  I loved the thrill of the hunt and excelled in this new life.  After about 20 years, I had clawed and fought my way to the number two spot as his right hand man.  My Master was like my father and I loved and respected him.  He taught me everything I know...

Life was great…I had plenty of money, beautiful women, and excellent weapons.  Our Guild was very successful and eventually drew the wrong sort of attention from other Assassin Guilds and the King.  My Guild Master took an easy job in a neighboring town and asked me to fulfill the contract.  I have done this hundreds of times…but this time it was a trap and I barely escaped with my life.  My Master was not so lucky.  When I returned after several weeks of hiding out, I learned that another Assassin’s Guild and the King’s Men had stormed our Mansion.  After a brutal fight, everyone in my Guild was killed…including my Master.  I know they are hunting for me, so I need to lose myself in the wilderness for a while and rebuild my treasure.  One day I will slide my blade deep into the heart of the worthless bastard who killed everyone I have ever loved.