Cherakee started life as a bastard child
of an indian slave. Due to the circumstances, it is understandable he be
wary of new places and people.
The untimely death of his still young mother, by a drunken mob of gnoll "Theatre
in the round " actors on their way to their next engagement, forced the young
and embittered Cherakee out into the harsh realm of magic and mayhem, to
scrounge out a living.
As a barnacle scraper at the Qeynos docks, a ranger coming off a voyage saw him
and struck up a conversation. Taking pity on the grubby, poor, illiterate,
ill-mannered but handy with a scraper boy, he saw something in him. Now,
being a fine upstanding pillar of the ranger union (local 701), he was able to
pull a few strings and get the boy into the rangers.
After years of readin', 'ritin, and 'rithmetic, and of course hard core ranger
training, Cherakee began his journey out into the world again...but this time he
knew kindness, caring, understanding. And armed with a virtual cornucopia
of new skills and spells he treads where others only speak of in whispers, to
fight for truth, justice and Antonican way....
(sniff,sniff, may the gods bless everyone...)
