Born second boy to the noble house of Naerth in the city of Ched Nasad, Chaszmyr was sent through the trials that every drow noble born was required. The school of weaponry and the school of magics, to find out which he was best suited for. It was wizardry he was most apt for when he came of age to finally enter. It was also a first love for the young drow, who given the chance, quickly plunged himself into studying -- diligently learning what he was taught and was able to research on his own through the many tomes the school provided.

As the years past, Chaszmyr became more and more powerful with the arts. He brought a good name to his family, who boasted upon his accomplishments and skills, but alas, with any drow who gains power, so does he gain the watchful eye of others. Even his own family members became wary of his growing mastery, for no male should wield such. Jealousy from the first boy -- his older brother along with the cautious watch of the female priestesses of the household, Chaszmyr drew himself away, secluding himself within the towers of the school. He did not understand why they would treat him such, when he thought them so proud -- ignorant for the most part he was, of the drow society and its ways. He buried himself in his studies and closed himself off from the rest except in times when he was called to visit -- to make an appearance before the matron mother.

Through the first few decades of his life, it was spent in research and experimentation. Locked away in his room at the school of Magi except those few occasions he was needed else where. Then one day, he was called to return home permanently. It was the day the noble house of Naerth would rise and quickly fall from its rank within the noble houses. War ensued between them and another house, destruction and chaos reigned that day and brought light to the true ways of the drows for Chaszmyr to witness. Naerth won but was caught in the act and so, were punished with their own destruction. Having been too stunned by all that he had seen that day, the young drow kept himself in the background, doing only what was ordered by his matron mother until the battle was won -- then disappeared via the gate spell that took him back to his beloved tower. Once there, things were gathered in haste, packed away into a magical bag that could carry much more than it looked like it could. He left in secrecy while his family was destroyed by the hands of the ruling house of the city. Chaszmyr knew not what lay before him nor did he care, adventure having never been forefront on his mind except to seek new spells and items -- but now, it was the most important thing, to survive and to leave the treacherous life that he knew of his own kin. To find those who were like himself....

....to find his own destiny.

To be continued....

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Personality:

A workaholic, always researching, experimenting -- locking himself up in his study to work on spells, items and such. Rarely does he socialize, being quite shy and uncomfortable around others. Being of drow heritage, the hateful glances, the hostility he receives pushes him further into seclusion -- making him wary of others.