Reogan was born twenty-one years ago, the son of Tycho Goldeneye. Tycho had once been a sheriff of Endsborough, a small town in the lands of Viscount Francis the Bald. He was popular enough among the townspeople, though always a bit standoffish for, as he would let no one forget, he was of noble stock, and thus in no way was going to lower himself by deigning to mingle among them. He gained notoriety when he led his small contingent to end the bandit menace that had been plaguing the entire viscounty. When Francis was informed of salvation by the bow of Goldeneye, he immediately granted the man a large fief and the title of Baron. Goldeneye immediately appointed others to take care of his old duties, and spent his time in lower noble circles trying to gain a name for himself. He soon married a lesser noble, Novinha von Hesse, and within a year she bore him Reogan, at the cost of her own life. As the Baron was a particular favorite of Francis, Reogan, his heir, was given an education in the finest schools in the land. At the age of fifteen, Reogan left his father’s Barony to go to a distant school to learn the deep magicks of his world. He was a natural, progressing much faster than even his most intelligent peers. He graduated from his lessons a fortnight before he became twenty-one, and was prepared to take up an apprenticeship to Melzar the Ineffable in the spring. However, on the eve of his birthday he received word that his father had succumbed to a mysterious illness and that he was needed at once to take the Barony into his own hands. He bought a horse with what little remained of the fortune he had brought, and rode at once for home. Upon arriving, he hurried to his father’s palatial estate, and was led to his father’s room, where the embalmed body lay at rest. Reogan wept at the foot of the dead man’s bed. When at last he stood, he saw another had entered the room. The Viscount laid a hand on his shoulder, and spoke to him of his father’s greatness, and how now he would take his place. He was waxing eloquent when two soldiers in an unknown uniform entered, and knocked both men unconscious.
Reogan awoke to flames. The manor was ablaze, and he stumbled down the stairway, choking on the smoke. He exited the manor through a hidden way his father had once taught him, and thus was able to escape in time. He saw a large crowd gathered outside the main entrance. He remembered the Viscount, and thought to try to rescue him, but just as the thought crossed his mind, the roof fell in on the building. He bought a room at an inn in the town, thinking to go the next morning to Francis’ estate and tell his tale. He was awakened the next day by trumpets and the late Viscount’s men marching down the road. A herald informed the crowd that Francis had been murdered by Reogan Tychoson, and that he was wanted dead or alive for a substantial reward. Reogan fled that night through a window, and ran for weeks until reaching Peter’s bar in Nabill.
From his upbringing, Reogan developed a few traits. He learned that all commoners are mindless peasants, and one can speak of them in any manner they please without fear of repercussion. He learned that he was inherently superior as he was the son of a baron and the favorite of a viscount. At his school, he learned that none could match his intellect. He never had to work a day in his life, and developed an aversion to work, grime, and dirt. He honed a taste for fine wines and food. He has a deep-seated terror of large fires. He distrusts guards and soldiers and the like. His goals are to gain the wealth and power he lost, and then rise in power until no one can take everything from him again. His ultimate goal of ascension to godhood is secret, even to himself.
Yes, he isn't a sorcerer. Only a wizard can have the haughty holier-than-thou attitude.
Yes, his father's named after Tycho Brahe from PA. I idolize that man.
Yes, I stole Novinha from Speaker for the Dead. I didn't feel like being creative.