Malakbel (Naizelos)

Biography

Character Name: Naizelos

Nicknames: Malakbel

Character Level: 5 (Fighter 1 | Wizard 4)

Race: Yuan-ti Pureblood

Gender: Male

Age: 27 years

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Deity: None

Size: Medium

+3 Initiative

Saving Throws: Str +4 | Dex -1 | Con +4 | Int +3 | Wis +0 | Cha -1

Speed: 30ft ground

Proficiency Bonus: +2

HP: 30 | AC: 9 Unarmored | 17 while wearing Chainmail | 19 while also using a Shield

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History:
Naizelos grew alongside his mother in a far away city southeast of Waterdeep near the Sea of Fallen Stars, and from an early age learned magic from her. His childhood was plagued by the rough kind of loneliness only blatant racism and mistrust. He lived in the outskirks, the way his mother preferred, but in the trips to the city to buy whathever they couldn't get on their own it started to show: The city guards would follow him around. Whenever he had made a good deal, or in the rare cases where he found something valuable, it was automatically assumed to have been stolen. Services were denied, and excuses were made whenever possible. Friends were seldom a reality, and more of an abstract concept that would not survive into late teens.

His mother lamented her exile and filled his mind with the great deeds and the heritage that was his, by her words, superior blood. Naizelos came to know little of who his father was, since his mother wouldn't talk about it.

By the time he was into his late teens and entering adulthood her past would finally catch up with her. A group of hooded figures stood outside of their homes and called her out, on accounts of heresy and treason. From inside their house, Naizelos noted that they didn't belong either to the city clerics, watch, or any other group he had known. They demanded that she give him up as well as surrender and return with them, to which she refused and the men surged forward. His mother ordered him to get away, and a fight with sword and sorcery ensued. After his initial shock, he obeyed and fled into the woods when she provided the opportunity.

That was the last he saw of her, leaving him with many unanswered questions.

Naizelos spent a great deal of time wandering and making a living always on the run, learning to get by in the roughest way possible, and seemingly almost always causing some sort of trouble wherever he passed through. His journeys had him eventually find his way to Waterdeep, in search of arcane knowledge.

Personality:

• Pragmatic, tries to see things in the most logical way possible.
• Recognizes both good and evil as abstract concepts but has problems adjusting his views to match everyone elses's.
• He's cautious bordering on paranoid and has an innate mistrust of everything and everyone, which he conceals to best blend in.
• The pursuit of arcane knowledge is one of his primary driving goals.
• Cares not for laws, regulations or rules, and follows them only if convenient to him for whatever reasons.
• Stoic and sarcastic most of the time
• Reckless, usually, specially when it comes to risks that he deems takeable. Naturally, his definition of takeable vastly differs from most people.
• Believes all relationships, of any nature, to be temporary and thus doesn't get overly attatched to anyone. Prefers to live life in the moment and expect nothing out of no one.
• Despite he considering himself a temperate man, he's proudful over certain things and specially against certain characters, against whom his ire will often get the better of him.
• Overconfident and certain about his own superiority over others, intellectually or otherwise.
• Doesn't share too much information about himself
• Violence and threats are always an option, but only when they serve a purpose he acknowledges it. He despises wasteful things.

Stats

Strength: 15 (+2)

Dexterity: 8 (-1)

Constitution: 15 (+2)

Intelligence: 16 (+3)

Wisdom: 10 (-0)

Charisma: 8 (-1)


Class Fighter 1 | Wizard 3; War Magic

—Cantrips: Fire Bolt, Frostbite, Mage hand, Poison Spray (Race)

—Level 1: Witch Bolt, Burning Hands, Sleep, Catapult, Shield, Find Familiar, Protection from Good and Evil, Feather Fall

—Level 2: Blur, Scorching Ray


Skills:


Proficiency & Languages:

Proficient in: Arcana, History, Insight, and Perception

Speak, read, and write:

Common, Draconic, Abyssal, Deep Speech, Elvish


Background: Sage; Wizard's apprentice

Personality Traits – Disfrustful, Mistery loving, frequently looks down on other's intelligence

Ideal – Self-Improvement

Bond – Searching for an answer to a question

Flaw – I pursue knowledge even in the face of obvious danger

Specialty — Wizard's Apprentice

Background Features – ‘Researcher’ When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature.

Feats:
— Fighting Style: Defense (+1 AC when using armor)

Gear

• Chain mail
  
• Shield
• Longword
• Light crossbow (20 bolts)
• Waterskin
  
• Bedroll
  
• Mess Kit
  
• Tinderbox
  
• Common Clothes
  
• 10 days of rations
  
• 10 torches
  

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