A Childhood in Darkhaven

Eywin was born to a half-elven prostitute in the city of Darkhaven. He never knew who his father was, though best he could guess he was human, or maybe half-elven himself. The life of a Darkhaven whore is hard enough. The life of a Darkhaven whore with a hungry kid is even harder. He wasn't old when she died, cold and syphilitic, passed out in a gutter. Maybe four or five years old. Nobody had ever kept track of his birthdays. Amazingly though, he survived. He begged but the rare handout was never enough. He rummaged through trash for morsels of half-rotten food. He learned to hunt rats. He stole from purses. As he got older he got smarter and better at living on the streets. He learned how to be quiet, how to go unnoticed, and when he needed to, how to fight. But someone did take notice. Darkhaven's ever present crime syndicate saw a young, easily influenced, extremely talented half-elf. Petty crime lords, with strong connections to the Earls of Darkhaven and the Legion themselves took Eywin under their wings and had him inducted into the guild of Shadows. And it wasn't long before he had his first job. An easy target. An unwanted bastard child had proven an embarrassment to a local lord. The lord wanted the child and the mother dead, with nothing connecting him to the crime. Eywin did not finish the job. Instead he killed the lord. This betrayal marked him for death. He fled Darkhaven, to live as far away from the city as possible. To Valour, where he lived a life of secrecy, constantly training his skills, awaiting those who would come to kill him.