Daladain grew up on the mean city streets. He moved from place to place with his mother, a cheap courtesan, usually left to fend for himself on the brothel steps while his mother ‘entertained’. When she died he found himself homeless and penniless, relying on handouts from the temples or odd jobs from the various street gangs who needed a small boy with fast feet.

As he grew he developed strange magical talents, wild and difficult to control. More than once he had to flee into the night as the shed he was asleep in mysteriously caught fire. As he got older he learned to control some of the magic, but still sometimes it controlled him. He even made a living doing street magic, entertains crowds in markets and fayres with his tricks.

Now a young man, he has decided that the city is not where he wants to live and die. He wants to see something of the world, and find some purpose to his life.

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Short and skinny, he has long black hair, brown eyes and dark brown skin. Some would consider him handsome, and he can be very charming with a ready wit when required.

Typically he is dressed in a dark blue shirt, baggy grey trousers and black leather sandals, wrapped in a dark grey cloak. At his belt are a pair of wicked looking curved daggers, and he has a compact but deadly looking crossbow slung across his back.