Blitz Uro Tawnyfeet

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Blitz Uro Tawnyfeet in many ways looks the typical halfling. He's not quite three feet tall, a bit soft in the middle, but with strong legs from walking long distances. His ruddy skin and sun bleached hair are testament to the amount of time Blitz spends outdoors. Between his slightly bulbous nose and extravagantly large and goofy smile, Blitz practically exudes a calm bliss. There is also a constant, noticeable aroma of wood smoke around him. Blitz's garments are simple and rustic of spun wool. The exception is a green vest that clearly used to be of a nicer quality, but the years have not been kind to it, and it is now heavily stained and patched. In one of it's breast pockets, he keeps an intricately carved wooden pipe, twin stems leave the bowl, spiraling around each other in a double helix before joining again at the mouth piece, and Blitz is frequently smoking a piney, skunky smelling herb from it. When wandering off into the unknown, Blitz will don some crude leathers for additional protection and carry a shield, and a staff carved from a knotted red wood. The knobbed head of the staff is blackened, having been subjected to fire hardening.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Blitz's first memory was being carried out of his house as it burned down around him. It was terrifying, but it prompted his family to pick up and move to Baldur's Gate, where his parents' doctoring business flourished. And that became something of a recurring theme. Some aspect of his life would go up in flames (sometimes quite literally), and he would move on to something better and brighter. The Cataclysm broke this streak. His father, sister, and partner were all lost. At that point, he took what survivors he could and led them into a forest of towering red wood trees. For the three years that followed they did the best they could hiding out there.
Once the Blood Moon had settled, and the world started trying to rebuild, a new warlord, Jomere, took control over the nearby village of Soubar, and in order to fuel the need for weapons, building supplies, and trade, the she sent her foresters and soldiers out clearcutting huge swaths of the forest. This posed an immediate threat to Blitz's people, as they relied on the forest for their livelihood, and they were stuck between the warlord of Soubar to the South and West and a large green dragon population to the east.
But Blitz lacked the numbers, the training, and the power to take on a warlord with a fortified village. He had beseeched Jomere many times, begging for her to harvest more gently, after all the palisades and houses she had built could shelter many more people than were living there. But his pleas were ignored, and so Blitz opted for a less conventional confrontation. To demonstrate his helplessness and desperateness, he sat before the gate of Soubar with his clothes coated in tar just as a caravan approached, and struck a flint and steel.
The warmth was pleasant. At first. Once the tar heated, so did Blitz. But before it truly became painful, a voice echoed through his head, speaking a language he had never heard before, but could flawlessly understand. "Hmm. An interesting conjuration. Oh, interesting. You didn't mean to summon me. Still, I see your intent, perhaps we could work together." The flames around Blitz flared up brightly, but no longer getting hotter. Finally, the flames subsided into a small ember in his hand, and having burned away all of his clothes, Blitz approached the gates again, nude. This time, Jomere was far more receptive. Whether it was due to a new perceived power, or an understanding of his seriousness, who could say. Jomere agreed to be more selective in her pursuits in the Forest of Wyrms. And while this was all well and good, Blitz knew that once again, his life was in a moment of upheaval, and it was time for him to leave his happy little commune, and see where his journeys took him next.