My Backstory

I lived on the streets because my parents died in a fire. I had no home no money no friends. No one wanted to take me in because I was a teefling and they thought I would give them a curse. I would have to sleep in alleys and in the fields of farms because if people saw me they would try to beat me up or throw me in a river. One day I meat a gnome who saved me from almost being beaten to death. His name was Gronwar he was older than me but we got along great. He was the one that told me that they are scared of me and that I should take that and make it my advantage. After a few years together we got sick of the way we lived and that we could do better. Gronwar was always in to poisons and mixes and I was like my father who liked to build armour or weapons. We both became what the world calls artificers. I build armour that was my sword and shield and Gronwar made Potions that could do what he wanted. We began a life of crime. We started of with stealing wallets and mugging but we quickly rose up from there. We became freelancers that would go on heist and big break-ins. Gronwar was the talker and leader of the duo. I was more calm and tried to hurt people when I really needed to. Gromwar at first to but changed. He liked to see people suffer and gasp for help as they just drank one of Gronwars potions. At one of the heist we were at things went wrong, Gronwar pissed of the wrong person and one thing led to the other and we where surrounded by guards . We where stuck but I realized that I had a emergency exit suit mekenisam but I knew that there was no time to grab Gronwar so I left him behind. As my suit flung me in the air making me break the glass on the roof I saw Gronwar looking in my eyes with hate. I then perechuted away in to the woods with no friends. I kontinued my life of crime as normal just without Gronwar that was the last I saw of him. I dont know exactly what happend to him but I belive he got thrown in to prison and then executed.