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When Rhode (my cleric) was little he and his two best friends, a human by the name Hiroshi and Inwe a female half-elf, were out playing in a nearby forest one day. While playing they came upon a small camp.  His friends and Rhode decided to go investigate it.   After investigating the camp they noticed it was all empty.   Food was eaten and thrown on the ground, the fire still crackling a little bit, fresh foot prints leading away from the camp and towards the village where these three friends’ families lived.  Not knowing what to do with what they had uncovered, they all decided to head back to their village.  After a little travel they start hearing screams and the clash of swords.  Not knowing what is going on, Rhode and his friends start to run to the town.  While they were running the noise seemed to stop, no more screaming and no more sounds of battle.  The view that awaited them at the edge of the forest was something Rhode tried to drink away for many years afterwards.

Everyone they knew, family, friends, store owners were gone.  Blood stained the shacks of their town. “What happened here” Rhode was thinking to himself as these young children walked throw the town, trying to find anything or anyone that would help them discover what happened.  Nothing turned up in their search.  This town was no deserted and all that was left was these three children.
   
After a little break, Hiroshi had an idea “There is nothing left here, we need to leave and try to make it to another town.  Let’s try to get some food and we are have to get going, we are going to head to the city my dad always goes to trade.”  It was an idea and Not I or Inwe had any other plans.  From what we knew we were the only ones left.
   
While we traveled, we were quiet, we didn’t know what to say and Hiroshi was lost in thought.  It was about a two day travel by foot, so we walked.  Stopping every once in a while to take a break, make camp, or just to get a drink of water from a river or creak that was near-by.  After two days we finally reached the port town of [blank].
   
The three of us lived at a local orphanage for a while, the years passed by.  Three years after we had came to this town, Inwe was adopted by a noble who had arrived on his boat from some distant country.  She didn’t want to go at 1st but Hiroshi and I talked her into it, knowing it would be better for her if she had a family with some money.   Hiroshi and I were now 11 and we didn’t have Inwe anymore.
   
More years passed by and Hiroshi got a job with a local armor smith.  He soon left also when the armor smith was leaving on a boat to the same country that Inwe family lived in.  So now I was alone and bitter.  So to deal with the pain I started to drink, trying to ride myself of the memories of my two best friends that had left for better lives and trying to forgot the people in my village that had just vanished one night.  The only enjoyment I got from life was the occasional bar fight that happened.  Did not matter if I had been a part of the argument that started it or not, I just loved to fight.
   
When I turned 17, I had ran out of money to by any type of alcohol and everyone in this town thought of me as a brawler that liked to drink.  I couldn’t find a job, I was to old to live at the orphanage anymore so I left, the only difference between this and what happened 9 years ago was Hiroshi and Inwe were not with me.

After a couple months of traveling, begging money for alcohol and fighting anyone and everyone I could, I came upon a church.  Now I had given up on faith a long time ago, what god would allow my life to be this bad.  The only reason I went in was to try to steal from the donations plates that most churches had.  When I came in and stumbled around weak and drunk, I saw a figure.  So being in a drunken haze I attacked.  What happened during the fight I don’t quiet remember, the next thing I remembered was waking up in a bed, my head pounding.
   
A priest entered the room I was staying in and sat down in a chair across the room from the bed I was laying in.  “This is the church of the Raven Queen, She is death.  She holds the fate of any mortal in her hand and she will determine when someone will die.” The priest said out loud, probably sensing that I had some questions about where I was.  “Now son” The old Priest directing his voice to me as to ask something of myself “There is a reason why people die, and we must not mourn for the ones that have died.  We must move on and try to protect the ones that are still alive until she calls for them.” I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this until I realized something.  This cleric was the same one from my village from so long ago.  He was called away to perform a ritual in another town for someone.  He must have been away when everyone vanished, “Vondal?” I had to be sure, if this was actually him, he might know something about what happened.  “Now Rhode, you must try to accept what happened.  I believe if you accept that than you could do great things for others.  Serving the Raven queen and helping others deal with situations like you had to.”
   
Vondal and I talked for a long time, him telling me that after he had gotten back from performing he had searched everywhere for anyone else that may still be alive.  Also saying how glad he was to know that Hiroshi, Inwe and I were still alive.  We talked for days, I stayed there with him, helping out with the church and learning the teachings of the raven queen.  Accepting fate and realizing that there is a reason for what happened.  While staying at the church I befriended more of the Clerics and Bishops that worked there.  After two years at the church I was inducted as a cleric of the raven queen.
   
At that time, I said goodbye to Vondal and the other clerics at the church.  I set out to help people where I could in any way possible.  Still enjoying the simpler things in life that I had enjoyed before the church such as fighting and alcohol, but limiting both of them to a point as not to get into trouble.
   
I also started to send letters to Inwe during my travels, telling her about what had happened and everything .

alright 30 views and no one has said anything T_T

Wow, you need to work on that thing we call "grammar."

I also like how you came up with such a detailed background in a campaign where you know the DM won't end up using anything from it.

Also, how are you getting those letters to Inwe? Aren't we...trapped in prison in that campaign?

Or wherever this "pit of death" we're in is.

I am more than a little unconvinced about Rhode's conversion and dedication to the Raven Queen.

I'm not saying he needs to be some kind of fanatic, but I think he's going to come across as a drunken brawler with the tag of Cleric thrown onto the character sheet because the party needs a healer.

What aspect of the Raven Queen attracted him? Why not another deity? What distinguishes his career from other clerics of her order or any other order?

Does he have a favorite weapon? Perhaps some favorite tactics? Why or why not?

What fears does Rhode have and why?
Does he have a favorite alcoholic beverage? Why?
How does he act when he is drunk? Why?
What kind of drinking place does he favore? Why?
What kinds of friends and enemies has he made during his drinking? Where?

Just some questions to get the creative juices flowing.