Alright, I've got a tendency to ramble in backstories, but I tried to keep it a good length. Thrall Snaketongue, Elven Rogue The elf who would become the tall, bone-thin rogue Thrall Snaketongue spent much of his growing life hiding from the society he was too weak to exist in, reading a library's worth of books over and over. He came to the conclusion that the races of the world "weren't creatures, they were machines, calculations that [he] could solve, automatons with levers [he] could pull". He developed a hatred of weakness and a love for leveraging his strengths to bring others below him, emphasised by his habit of cutting the tongues from his enemies' mouths so they would be completely at his mercy, unable to retort to his insults. When he left his home and took the name Thrall Snaketongue, he chained his sister, who had been the one enabling his hermithood, to her bed in the night, cut out her tongue, and burned his books, the house, and her all to ash. In Nex he saw a worthy king to attempt to play vizier to (and perhaps one day stab in the back). Only time will tell if the tragedy will drive him to continue the work of the only man he sought fit to call master or to topple everyone in the scramble for power as well as the system they try to claim for their own.