Garfiled Icewind (AKA – GAR) – Thief (Cleric)
Description –
Garfiled Icewind is a half-elf, standing 5 feet, 11 inches tall, weighing a slim 195 pounds. He has long strawberry-blonde hair, which he lets grow past his shoulders, and green eyes that seem to show wonder for the world around him. You can see both the Barbarian in his muscle build and height, and the elf in his face. His skin tone is white from years of working in the cold winds and cloudy skies of the Far North. He has a semi-slender build, normal for all half elves and his strength is about average for a militia fighter. Gar wears leather armor, hardened, special green color and has the painted symbol of his god on it, a pointing hand surrounded by swirling winds. He wears high, hard boots, and green pants, and a warm green shirt underneath his leather armor.
Family History –
To understand Garfield Icewind’s view on life, you must understand his parents. Gar, as most people call him (or risk a bow shot up their backside!), is a half elf and his mother Wendylynn Goldhair was a Prostitute in the city of Bryn Shander, and elf Prostitute. A Barbarian King had captured her over 100 years earlier and because of her beauty she was spared a quick death, yet she was turned into his personal sex slave. Because of her long life, she was passed down from father king to son to grandson, and the rumor was she was mounted more often then all the horses in the barbarian camp, yet she never was with child, which many thought was strange. But one day the answer was given.
After a day of cleaning the kings’ tent, cooking his dinner, and performing her womanly duties for the king, she excused herself and went out of the tent, as she normally did. But the king followed her this time and saw what she was doing, clerical magic to clean herself of all the kings seed. Enraged, the king grabbed her, bound her hands, and kept them bound for seven days, to be sure that she would conceive his son. Which she did, and he was named Garfield Icewind, son of King Icewind Harsh-hand, Clan of the Tiger, and third to claim the right to be king. Yet as a bastard half elf, the chances of him claming the throne for himself were about as slim as a troll doing the same.
Gar was his mothers’ first child, and despite that he was born of great violence, she loved him as if he were born of great love, and she saw him not as a half-elf, but as a being that she was mother to and swore to give him all her love, no matter what. Gar grew up with his mother teaching him about the elf way of life, but his father made sure he would become a fighter in barbarian fashion. However, an half-elf is no match for human barbarians strength, and the fact that he aged at half the rate of the other boys, he was teased, picked on, and beaten for any number of reason, but for just being a half-elf was usually reason enough. Seeing that Gar would most likely be dead from the “special teaching” that her husband king (she was one of six wives), had ordered for his bastard son, she made up her mind that she would leave when the first chance would present itself. That chance came soon after Gar’s sixteenth birthday.
Gars Fathers Tribe was given news that a caravan would be taking some food and clothing in the summer months from Bryn Shander to the city of Lonewood, the farthest city of the Ten Towns of humans that lived in the Icewind Dale area. It was a sparsely defended area, only defended by a few 100 human hunters and a few straw dwarves and halflings, easy pickings or so the Barbarian King thought. He could not have been more wrong. The caravan was there to pick up the Ivory Skrimshaw (Fish Bones) that is worth thousands of gold pieces in trade and had over veteran warrior 50 guards, as well as two mid-level magic users from Lukisan. There were also two large bands of adventuring parties (High Level) who had three very powerful magic users and two high clerics. Gars mother convinced Gars’ father that Gar and her should be near their father to make sure that Gar saw the battle from afar and that he could be kept warm in that cold nights by his wives’ body in the last rays of the summer sun. Gars father agreed and the two of them were taken to the outskirts at Lonewood, where they were left under a guard of three young men. The attack was a disaster, but that is not where the story goes, Gar’s mother cast a sleep spell on the three guards, then with the quickness of her race, she escorted Gar out of the camp, never to return.
Gar and his mother made to the city of Bryn Shander and his mother knew what she needed to do for the both of them. Though here clerical spells could be used to help at the temple, she knew that she could sell her spells and make money off that, but if she were caught, she would risk being tossed out of the city and proclaimed a “Witch.” So she worked at the temple and took their meager wages, but she also worked at what she knew the men of the city wanted, she became a Prostitute, and had very loyal clients. People from around the realm can say what they wish about the north people, but poor they are not. She made a good amount of money. Enough to buy a small house, and her clerical skills put food on the table. Gars’ skill with the bow improved over time, and his time spent making the barbarians not seeing him and his sneaking ability made him a natural thief. And he had to be a good one, I mean, how many Half-Elf’s live in Bryn Shander?
His mother became so wealthy over time that she bought the Breath Ride Brothel and expanded it to one of the largest buildings in the city. She expanded it to become a Bar, Tavern, Inn, and brothel. She kept it good graces of the city founders by letting them use the large bar for meetings, war strategy parties, and other things, and once done, they were treated to other delights in her house of pleasures. She knew that she had found something with the fact that humans like elf women, so she started to send Gar out twice a year to Waterdeep to hire young elf and half elf women to come back to the city of Bryn Shander and work for his mother. Gar loved this job because he also got to TEST all the young ladies that were going to work for his mother.
Now at age 46 in human years (16 in human age), Gars’ mother has asked him to sail to the city of Kressilacc, the Water Rift, in search of a man who owes her 800 gold pieces for a shipment of items that he promised to send, and never returned. It is his first mission for his mother that has true risk, but he feels up to the challenge. May the great god watch over him in his journeys.
