Trompi's life starts off in another place. In this place there was a
family. Not large or small, but decent sized. In this family, there was a
young boy named Alaic. He grew up where things such as poverty and
prejudice didn't exist. Alaic lived a simple life, but one that was what
other forces had for him. It started with a warning, a group of humans had
come forth to the village a placed a warning that those of not pure human
birth to leave the area. They claimed that the area was now under some
empire's rule. Merely things that they did not understand how such had come
After a month or so time, a battalion came in and started to perform a
cleansing. So, his family fled. In the end, it was only himself and his
father who made it to safety. They made it to a village that was ruled by a
man who squeezed every ounce of money out of the people. Alaic and his
father managed to find refuge with a fellow member of their race. His
father went out seeking what work he could do while Alaic aided the man who
let them stay, doing chores and errands for him. It wasn't long until the
man died, and while the man passed the deed to his father, the lord of the
town wouldn't have that.
The lord started to cause issues for the boy's father and soon enough, the
boy as well, hoping to bully the father into giving the deed up. It was
then that Alaic took on a different name. Using a dead language his mother
taught him, he used the name Trompi. He would steal from the lord's many
dens of collection, whether they were for food, money, or supplies. He
managed to get in to all of them, making out with enough to feed people
daily. It wasn't long until the lord figured out who was doing such things.
The lord imprisoned someone, but it wasn't Alaic. It was his father and he
was soon put to death afterwards. It didn't take Alaic long until he left
his old name, and in the dark of the night, left a sharp knife in the lord's
heart before leaving the town and going off onto his own. Travelling the
great big world, doing whatever he wished.
Short, brown hair lies upon this head in a tangled mess that goes every other which way. Despite how his hair looks, he is actually quite well groomed. His face is cleanly shaven, his eyes are honey golden brown. His cheekbones are high and give him a distinguished face. An overall look of him seems to be one of aloof, but one could never be too sure. He seems to be more of a minor noble than anything else.