Name: Neferptah
Age: 23
Race: Stygian
Profession: Demonologist
My father was a Stygian, a sorcerer of some small ability; like so many he fell foul of the priests of Set. He fled north, to the meadowlands of Shem, settled in one of the city-states that dot that land, and after some years married a Shemite woman who in turn bore me. My father named me Neferptah after the Stygian god of wisdom and invention and my mother named me Belti-Tilati which is “My lady is my help” in the Shemite tongue. My mother died in childbirth a few years later and, heartbroken, my father took to drink and never re-married.
Ostensibly, my father was a scribe and a scholar of languages for the people of Shem think not fondly of any sorcerers but their own. He taught me first to read and write the tongues of Shem and Stygia and as I grew older he taught me his darker secrets.
My father died when I was twenty years of age. I had not married, for the Shemites disliked me for being half-Stygian and although a substantial dowry could have overcome such objections, my father was not a wealthy man. Thus, I sold what little property we had and set out for Stygia to further my training in the dark arts. The Stygians despise all other races, deeming them infidels and barbarian, but I was easily able to take my place there.
Thanks to my father’s training I was an excellent student and excelled in my studies. Then one day the baleful eye of Set turned upon me. There was a priest of Set, a vile and repulsive man, who informed me in no uncertain terms that I should become his concubine or have the honor of being sacrificed to the serpent god.
I chose neither. The priest died when his house was mysteriously burnt to the ground that night. By the time his body was found I had bribed my way upon a Zingaran ship and was safely at sea. Since that time I have wandered, seeking knowledge in the dark corners of the world, until my travels have brought me to Aquilonia.
((Thanks for the invite!))