Sleazy's Backstory

[2] Throughout my days of traveling on the road, I met a strange merchant. He had a crumbed back, a white beard and a very, VERY creepy face. I was about to blow him off when he offered to give me anything my heart could desire. After I asked if I could borrow a smoke, he laughed, gave me a smoke, and then proceeded to offer a pice of coal with a taint purple glow. Confused, I accepted the coal, not knowing what was in store for me. The man said the piece of coal could give me powers beyond my imagination, but only if my offer was great enough. After thinking about it for a bit, I claimed to be the son of a famous noble, with riches beyond what most men would see throughout their lifetime. I then proceeded to claim I would offer what I loved the most in this world in which I owned, for but the chance to obtain power that the merchant offered. Ecstatic, the merchant transformed into a Dao (a genie of the earth) and shook my hand before I could refuse, and said it was a deal. What the genie did not expect was that the one thing I loved most in this world, in which I owned, was simply the cigarette he had just given me. And thus I had tried the genie into becoming my patreon, with the cigarette he had just given me, as his home (he was not pleased, although he did seem slightly impressed I ended up tricking him, instead of the other way around).
 
[3] Despite all of this, my career as a traveling lawyer did not go as planned. Turns out notoriety and fame actually matters a lot depending on whenever you get a job or not. And even if it didn't, most judges will not take you seriously unless they have heard of you in some way or another, no matter what arguments you bring to the table. After a lot of thinking I realized that every case I had (which was not a lot after I left Elkdam) I always lost when the town hero spoke against me, the one everyone knew, the one by extension everyone trusted. No matter if the hero spoke the truth or not. That is why I realized I needed to become a hero! Someone everyone knew. Someone everyone trusts. Someone that could go against what the judge wanted, and still win. That is why, despite my cowerdes, and fear of death, chose to join a mercenary misson (pluss I was staring to run a little low on cash, and there is no fucking way I end up working at a farm)