Tiefling
Mantomo was born to a poor farming family with an older brother and used to be a loving father and mother, in the outskirts of a human village, during his birth his mother had passed. This had thrown his father ,Tannam, into a fit of grief, alcohol abuse, and pure hatred for Mantomo for years on end blaming everything wrong that happened to himself and the family on Mantomo. He would abuse and berate Mantomo for “Murdering” his mother. His brother, Nottom, felt great pain for him. Taking it upon himself, he had prepared Mantomo and himself a bag of essentials, took Mantomo’s ten year old hand and left into the night.
Now it was two tiefling kids, sixteen and ten years old against the world. Mantomo took up playing the sad card to get coins for him and his brother while his brother took to pickpocketing, stealing trinkets and selling them whenever he could. This had gone on for years, they would go out, make little coins and retreat to an abandoned house in a less developed part of a city they had found and took refuge in.
When Mantomo was fourteen years old he had been digging through a garbage pail looking for anything salvageable and while doing so he found a flute. It was a flute with dragons swirling the circumference. “Why would anyone throw this away?” Mantomo thought to himself. When he had shown his brother his find Nottom immediately suggested selling it and getting what they could off it. But Mantomo felt a connection to this piece of wood and refused to sell it.
Mantomo began teaching himself this complex instrument, keeping his brother up late at night with the scratching noise that over the years, became a sweet melody. As he did refine his skill over the years Mantomo began to make most of his coin from playing on the street, a much more honest living then he had before. While Mantomo evolved into the musician he is, Nottom became an amazing thief. Breaking into houses and stealing valuables that he assumed no one would miss.
One night Nottom was talking to Mantomo, "There's this huge house with a man so rich he wouldn't miss like a 1/3rd of his stuff!". Mantomo looked at him worriedly, "But a man that rich must have protection keeping people from taking his things, right?". Nottom looked at him triumphantly, "I can get out of there fast, even if he does have guards they won't even know I'm there before I'm gone!". And with that Nottom formed a plan over the next few days, gathering info, devising escape routes, and figuring out which items were the most expensive. And on the last day before the burglary the two brothers talked, ate and had a good time. As they sat in the dingy and decrepit house they called home, discussing anything that came to mind Nottom stopped. Kind of giving off a smirk he looked up to the ceiling. "I'm going to get us out of here Manto." He wrapped his arm around his brother pulling him into a hug. "Nottom..." Mantomo said glancing down, "Please, be careful..." Nottom kind of smiled and placed his hand on Mantomo's head. "Of course I will, I'll be back before you know it." And with that the hour drew near for Nottom to leave. Mantomo waved to him as he disappeared down the muddied cobble street. Unbeknownst to either, that would be the last time they spoke. Nottom somehow got sloppy during the robbery and the guard was called. Later the next day he was trialed and was promptly thrown into the mines, forced to work 10 years of his life away. Mantomo had no way of reaching him, the mines was a heavily guarded district and there was no way Nottom could escape.
Mantomo didn’t even get to say goodbye, he was alone. He refused to leave the two-story gutted corpse of a house that he had shared with his brother for years. Living off what little food and water they had left before the botched robbery. He woke up two or three days after the sentence, stomach growling and finally deciding he needed to get back out there and play or he was going to starve. While out there he thought of his brother and how he took care of him. Of the good times, and the bad. He played a soft melody, one that was happy one second and sad the next, beautifully intertwining them both and creating an amazing song.
While he was playing he noticed the people around him begin to slump down, some even crying. He had thought that it was just the song, that maybe more people than just himself were having a bad day. That is until the people began to question why they felt this way. It was just a jumble of words but people began asking each other what was upsetting them. There had to be a reasonable explanation to this sudden twist in emotion. And as this group of people became larger Mantomo kept playing. He did not notice the hushed whispers and the peering eyes his way. He just kept on. That is until a larger man stepped up. (Note: I like to think the emotions that Mantomo was feeling at the moment mixed with the magical properties of the flute mixed for something of an emotional explosion. It does not normally do this.)
“Stop, devil.” Mantomo looked up and met eyes with the threatening man. “Why are you messing with these people’s emotions?” Mantomo stuttered and looked down. “I-I don’t know, it happened I didn-” The brash man interrupted loudly. “Now we both know that ain’t true infernal creature.” He turned to the crowd gathering around the two. “HE WAS PROBABLY TRYING TO STEAL YOUR SOUL!” There was hushed whispers in response to the accusation. “HE NEEDS THEM TO APPEASE HIS DEMONIC GOD I BET!”. This time there were a few “Yea!”’s and people nodding in agreement.
“I didn’t take anyone’s soul!”. Mantomo cried out, defending himself. “Then why cast your INFERNAL magic on us?” Mantomo was stunned, he didn’t know what caused it, he didn’t think HE caused it. “It couldn’t of been me.” Mantomo replied, trying to think of an appropriate response to the group slowly becoming a mob. “I didn’t do it!” He yelled, “And if I did I didn’t mean too!” The man backed off of Mantomo keeping eye contact as he grew close to the border of the crowd sneering at him. “That sounds like somethin a demon would say, wouldn’t ya think?”. And that was the tipping point. The crowd began to get louder and louder demanding an explanation, some even going as far as to throw a stray garbage on the street at him.
Fearing for his life He turned and ran to his decaying home, followed by the now angry mob. Once inside he managed to slam the door shut and had pushed broken furniture against the door as a makeshift barricade. “The upstairs window.” a strange voice not of his own echoed into his head directing him towards his escape. As he climbed the steps to get to the window the mob began to light the decrepit house on fire.
When he had gotten up the stairs it began to become hard to see as the smoke began to cloud his vision, stinging his eyes in the process. He fought through the smoke to get to where him and his brother slept. A small bedroom with two cots on either side. Mantomo grabbed a small sack of supplies, a stuffed animal he had brought with him when he was a child, and one of his brother's hoods.He also grabbed a couple of the rings that his brother had stolen and kept. He put them on, turned around, left the room and went to the back of the house that lead to an unkempt alley way, littered with trash. He lept out the window hurting his leg in the process. Mantomo then broke a piece of a rotten fence off that led out the opposite way of the entrance of the alleyway, away from the mob. And from there, Mantomo left that city.
He entered into an acre of grassy plain a ways away from the city and a mob of angry humans. Mantomo could tell this land was used for livestock as there were a few sheep blotting the landscape. He collapsed in the middle of the open piece of land, landing in a star shape with his arms and legs spread out. "What am I going t