The Hedge Soldier

Name: Matus Ebonwolf
Age: 28
Race: Half High Elf
Class: Rogue/Fighter
Background: Criminal

Attributes:
• STR 8
• DEX 16
• CON 14
• INT 12
• WIS 12
• CHA 14

Equipment:
• Rapier
• Studded Shield
• Padded Armor
• Thieves Tools

Abilities:
• Sleight of Hand
• Stealth
• Perception
• Deception

• Dueling (Fighting Style)
• Sneak Attack (Melee)

• Minor Illusion

Background:
There are a lot of orphans in Baldur's Gate, and Matus was just another one of them. Raised in an orphanage ran by a Cleric of Tymora, the goddess of Good Fortune, he spent most of his days doing his best to keep out of trouble for that much longer. However it seemed that his patron goddess didn't watch him as closely as he might've thought, for it was on his thirteenth birthday that he learned the orphanage was actually a front for a cult of Bhaal, using the orphaned children as soldiers in their growing cult. He was trained how to fight, how to kill, how to feel nothing as he watched the light leave the eyes of those who Bhaal thirsted for.

For three years he undertook these dark deeds, honing his skills to be a proper assassin for his Dark God. Over this time he discovered many things about himself, particularly his knack for getting in places that he wasn't supposed to be and his deft hands seeking things that wasn't his. He hated himself during this time, unable to sleep, unable tune out the pleading souls, unable to ignore the blood eternally dripping from his hands. And when the hammer of Helm came down upon the cult in the form of a group of paladins seeking to end its blood reign, he saw a way to escape.

Perhaps Tymora smiled upon him that day, or perhaps some darker creature wished him to live. All that he knew was that, when the smoke cleared, he was the only one left standing. Determined to put his past behind him, he instead became a mercenary, seeking out coin however he could. And when he couldn't feed himself honestly, well his hands did have a tendacy to wander a bit...