Belor Cohen

Childhood
Living in a household of a priest offers surprisingly less endorsement from other people that one might think. Even if no one would openly oppose the priest or his family behind held hands people whisper their exciting lullabies of halve-truths observing everything you do harshly. So, it’s no wonder that father extended strong expectations onto me and my younger sister. The endless sermon of text and prayers we had to learn feed on any relations outside our house I could have had year in and out. It might not be a shock to anyone that when time came for me to stand tall for me and my sister we where utterly alone. We had each other. We grew close. Even if she showed more promise in magic and had a better people skill it took of burden from my shoulders. With my father showing grate favour for her to take his place expectations on me dropped but also most attention from father. Spending more time with my mother my Interests where piquet the moment I figured out that she used to be a mercenary. Specialising in protection of people she earned a good dime. Even if loneliness got to her from time to time, she enjoyed very much what she did. From what I’ve heard father used to be a lot different. Like she dead set on making a difference. In her own words was that what made her fall for him. Being assigned to a small city brought changes and fears that he did let grow and harbour. Even if she says that all he does what he does it for us. I don’t feel it.

Change
Something no one of us was aware of was the traces of cursed poison still circulating in my mother’s body. An old wound thought to be of superficial nature was never cleansed. Throwing us out of the house for a day to treat her bad migraine we returned to find her sleeping in her armchair never to wake up. That was the trail I had to face. Things changed, father got harder, people started flash pitiful glances. We were alone we started to rebel. Sneaking out at night the place no one cared who we where was an Inn and a get-together with a lot of beer and ale at the outskirts of the city. People traveling or coming home late from outside the town gathered having fun. It must have been a year since we started and the third time I blacked out from alcohol. I didn’t see how she talked into something she wasn’t comfortable with. Someone who knew saw and the next day already rumours spread. Confronted by father she gave by admitting to what happen. Making him realise that she wasn’t eligible anymore to carry on his mantle. Someone might expect him to hold on to family after mother died. But he found solace in work. My sister was forced to leave. Nothing left in this place I could do nothing else as to follow her far away from our hometown.
We where 20 when we reached a town, we allowed us to settle down again. We got lucky and where able to quickly afford a place at the border of the town. My sister found someone she fell head over heels for and with the house being that big both of them lived with me. He wasn’t perfect but he loved her and tried his best and most of the time that was enough. I started working as a soldier for the army. Being called for fights and marches in the area it paid well enough. The most lucrative orders I received where protection assignments through the region. Thought these 4 years I rarely had to actually kill people but it happened. Tho if I had the choice I disarmed and captured. After one of these assignments upon my return I found my sister’s husband in grieve. Afters mothers’ death we of course had been tested and cleansed against anything people knew of. But the nature of this cursed poison was not revealed I had to come to the realisation.
Current
Leaving the house to my sisters past partner I went into mercenary work. I grew distant and numb. With no one in my life and a waiting death mark in me I burrowed myself in work and courtesans.

Between sword and bow skills Belor is able to use low levels of magic. He hods no great proficiency in the usage of medial magic and is most of the time barely able to active the needed requirements for it. Being schooled in battle his low-level spells are durable and reliable.

Aspiration
TBD

You will be faced with a person presenting themself apathic and distant. But after a short time, you will realise that his expression and his behaviour don't fully match. If you might be inclined to travel with him you will find chances to pry open some cracks presenting themself.

He is knowledgeable in religion, fighting and herbalism. You might be interested in these to get interactions and pull a little on his shell. Those are the easy ones but definitly not the only. Keep a lookout.