Semide Furo

Backstory

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The underside of Semide’s foot cracks painfully as he pads through the snowbound forests of the Muskeg. Of all the things that could make him “feel” his lineage, that was the most present in his mind. Freezing slowly and constantly adds a challenge to living in an already harsh environment that Sem mostly can adore. Mostly.

Three years into a long and joyous sojourn on the Prime Material, the ranger’s mind harkens back to his first “dive” away from his home. His father bade him good luck and skill as ventured forth from one of the Sunken Gates.His Marid guardian, paid off by his mother, ensured the then young fighter would make it to land. That introduction turned painful pretty quickly, but then even lower level earth elementals were quite the challenge for the fledgling ranger.

Dive after dive through the gates showed him view after view and adventure after adventure. Proud of his lineage and his hard fought skill, he joined a planar scouting team dead set of setting up gates wherever possible, in open defiance of the natural order.

His mother’s unspoken fears were justified. Their efforts were met swiftly and punitively.

Waylaid in the Silt Tree Forests of the Shadowfell, Semide forced himself to adapt as any ranger should be able to. Slow and grinding work made for a well honed bow, a quiet step, and a respect for the natural order that would never falter. Well, all of that and a hatred of ash and silt. It itches like hell and near impossible to remove from a water genasi body.

Fearing his parents’ scorn upon his return was folly. His triton father, and his water genasi mother, hugged him tight enough that their clothes were covered in dust and ash. Sure a reprimand was due, but hey, that was the natural order of things. Regarded now, 12 years later, as a rogue scout meant he’d have to restart his trials as a fresh ranger. Sem welcomed this gift with open arms. Everyone loves a fresh set of dives.

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A wry smile plays across his face through a spot of pain. “Right, back to work,” Sem thought as he soundlessly drew his bow as a crag cat padded through the area. The creatures he sights in tend to not make it out and today would be no different.

Poachers always drop like stones. Never anything to them, though you wouldn’t know it from the crag cat’s reaction.



[waiting on backstory from Alex]