Desmond Storm

Born in the back of a lowly bar in the Stormlands, Desmond is of bastard born status. His father, Lord Trant of Gallowsgrey, would never claim him as his own. Meanwhile his mother Tess, was the only one who would ever love him.

## Appearance:

Dark of and of eyes Desmond is one who tries to stay in the shadows. Those who don’t know him would say that he is plain and unexciting.

## History:

Desmond was born in the back of the Leaky Tap Tavern in the Stormlands. The tavern was in the outskirts of Gallowsgrey, in the Stormlands. Although Lord Trant would never acknowledge knowing Desmond's mother, she would always claim that the boy was his.

In his youth he would often get mixed up with the myriad of ruffins and cuthroats who would come into the tavern. Always one to be seen and not heard Desmond would listen to the tales they would tell and occasionally learn different skills from them.

As he grew older he found himself joining in some of the dealing of men that laid below the line of the just. He used the money from those jobs to care for his mother eventually able to buy her service from the tavern and get them a place of their own in Gallowsgrey.

When Desmond was eight and ten he killed his first man. It was some street rat who tried to pick his pocket. Desmond ran the man down and slit his throat. The event awoken something inside of Desmond. He now began to take larger jobs against higher targets. While on one of these jobs one of the other men began to talk of some woman who had the Lord of House Trant up in arms. She was claiming to have had the Lord's son, which greatly offended the Lord's wife and family.

Desmond knew that they were talking about his mother. They did not need this attention and Desmond knew he would have to tell his mother to end this talk. What he found when he returned was much worse. Their house had been turned over and his mother lay dead upon the floor with two men standing over her. One of the men turned on him and smiled. "Looks like the Hangman's Bastard will die after all."

The men rushed Desmond and using his daggers he killed one and injured another. "Who sent you?" That was Desmond's simple question. "Lord Trant. Wanted you both silenced." With a twist of his blade another life was ended.

Desmond left the house in a rush. All he could see was red. All he wanted was revenge. He made his way to the Keep inside Gallowsgrey. In the darkness he entered the keep. Avoiding the guards he made quick work of getting to the Lord's bedroom. Slowly he opened the door and like a cat entered. There laying in bed was Lord and Lady Trant. He walked to the bedside and raised his dagger. A moment of hesitation met him. It was all that needed to ruin him. Lady awoke and screamed and in his confusion Lord Trant was able to kick the blade from his hand. Soon guards rushed into the bed chambers. Once he apprehended Lord Trant leaned in close. "I know who you are boy." Lord Trant ordered that Desmond be taken deep into the wood and hung from a tree.

Two guards escorted him bound and gagged out into the woods. A noose was placed around his neck and stool under his feet. He was given no last words and instead the guards kicked the stool out from under his feet and left him to die alone in the woods. He fought against the noose but his bound hands made the effort futile. He could feel the blood creeping down his neck from the wounds left by the noose and soon his vision dimmed. The last thing he remember was the distant outline of the men who had strung him up...and then darkness.

With a jolt he sat up and took a deep breath of cold night air. His hand shaking he rolled to his side as his vision began to return to him. On the ground next to him was broken tree branch that fallen with his rope tied to it. Someone had spared him, someone had given him a second chance. He laid on the ground for two days and one night before building up the strength to stand. He walked back through the woods and soon was able to cut his bonds. Upon returning to the city he made his way back to his house. All he found was smoke and rumble. Keeping to the back alleys and shadows he regained his strength. Revenge was all that was on his mind. Revenge against the man who had taken everything from him. Revenge against his father. Gathering word around town Desmond had learned that his father and the whole of House Trant had left for Storm's End. He had his target and it's location. There was only one thing left to do.

## Family Tree

* Lord Darren Trant
	+ Tess the Barmaid
		- Desmond Storm

## Meta

**Aptitude:** Assassin’s Grace

**Attributes:** Elusive, Sly

**Skills:** Intimidation(CHA), Poison(INT), Subversion(INT), Concealment(STE), Daggers(STE), Botany(EDU)