When I was a young kid, trying desperately to figure out who I was and what was wrong with me I was introduced to Dungeons and Dragons from a friend. Memmoran was the second character I created.
2nd Edition Dungeons and Dragons
Elven Rogue
Insert generic Orphan Story
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Internal Motivations : Survival and Thumbing noses at nobles and corrupt authority figures.
"Ooo, Shiney"
Family : Wife - Location Unknown
On paper Memmoran was a generic, min maxed, second ed DPS that was all about that sneak attack. But rather than playing him like a murder hobo, he was a thief and a jokester that used his deadly talents to entertain and protect the people that adopted him...and...you know, to go off on on wild adventures from time to time for the experience.
Memmoran was exiled to wander the plains of existence taking jobs as directed by the books in the Library to avoid the death of he and his wife
His body ever trying to crystallize and turn into a living statue if he takes to long in his tasks. He takes hope and pushes on because breaking the curse means that he must survive. Sometimes he waits, just a while, to see if his fingers still start to turn into gem stones.
If they do, he knows that she is still safe and well and he continues his work.
Now adays, hes a drop in drop out npc that provides clues to players and assists when the DM needs a Deus Ex Machina.
