Roger of Redshire

“First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire."
-Roger of Redshire
== History ==
It took Roger Yauthlo many years to tame his irreverence and wanderlust, but as a drow, he had years aplenty. The young dark elf Roger felt confined by the walls of the city, and by the rigid, hidebound structure of the merchant guilds that controlled the North Merchant District of his birth. Always something of an iconoclast, Roger despised technology and idealized a mythical past in which his people had ruled highly magical cities under the earth. He was descended from noble stock, but knew nothing about his ancestry, save for the magic he wielded as part of his bloodline. It pained him that he was unfit to learn actual magic, and came to see technology as a hyper-rational, confining force that did away with the beauty of myths. And so, Roger took the only obvious path. He became a smuggler. A smuggler of arcane regents and later all kinds of enchanted items, to be precise, a stint that saw him serve many terms in prison. His long lifespan allowed him to simply patiently wait out each sentence, and spend his time behind bars learning new skills and making connections. Older and more tempered, Roger never gave up his smuggling ways, but moderated his behavior in two ways. Firstly, he allowed himself to become part of an institution in the only way he could, by being at the top. To this end, he founded the Redshire Trading Company, a consortium of smugglers whose name was picked somewhat randomly. Many people attributed reasons behind the choice, but the majority of people alive when Roger made it are long dead. Secondly, he reinvented himself as a man of the people, sticking it to the guilds and using his largesse to do right by the little man. The trick worked wonders, and Roger of Redshire, as the bards sang of him, became untouchable. The Trading Company became the equal of the guilds, and eventually surpassed them on the strength of its cunning leader and ambitious, loyal young members. Prior to Roger’s arrival on the scene, the guildmasters of the Northern Merchant District ruled as a collective, much like the City Council, but that all came to an end when it became apparent to all observers that it was the one-time drow smuggler who was calling the shots. The only painful event that happened during that time was the loss of his arm to a poisonous arrow, and its replacement with a hateful prosthetic. 
== Personality ==
"Ever kept confined, there is no easy way out of here. Outside the gates, there is so much more beyond these walls."
-Roger Yauthlo
In the modern day, Roger of Redshire is rapidly approaching the terrifying realization that there may be nothing left to accomplish. He lived his life too fast, and enjoyed it too quickly. Those closest to him fear that he will either do something destructive out of boredom, or simply throw up his hands and walk away from it all. Perhaps, he might even remove his hated prosthetic arm and join the ranks of those chief fools whose arch-folly is to try and leave the city and never come back. 
Category:Warlord
Category:Dragonsmouth
Category:Drow
Category:Elves
Category:Children of Adam
Category:Thieves' Guild
Category:Neutral Evil