Played by MrReddiez
Kerrick was born in the back room of a modest sewing shop within the Empire of Aerys, a realm gilded in power but fraying with inequality. His parents, a humble tailor and dressmaker, stitched silks for the highborn while being treated as little more than lint beneath a noble’s boot. From the moment he could thread a needle, Kerrick was taught, “A first impression is everything.” And he took that lesson to heart.
Beneath the gleam of polished buttons and embroidered hems, Kerrick watched. He watched how the nobility walked like gods while guards bent their knees and their wills before them. He watched his parents shrink before those who could buy beauty but not respect. And he swore that one day, he would rise. Not for wealth or glory, but to restore dignity to the uniform and to become a guard who protected the people, not their oppressors.
There was only one problem. He was not born with brawn, and no sword sang in his hand. But Kerrick was clever, and determination is a forge hotter than any fire. He sought strength in unexpected places, whispered about in alleyways and hidden within forbidden tomes. When he emerged, he was no longer the dressmaker’s son but something more.
With his newfound power, he rose swiftly through the ranks of the Aerysian Guard, earning honors and whispers in equal measure. Then came the summons: a royal briefing in the capital. There, fate unspooled its cruel thread. The girl he had quietly loved since youth—the one who visited the shop for fittings under a veil and a false name—was none other than the future Empress Gwendolyn.
Still, Kerrick pressed on, rising further. His deeds became legend. They say he felled a dragon alone with no weapon drawn. No one saw the battle, and no one knows the truth. The name Kerrick, Dragon Slayer of the West was etched into song and scroll, and that was enough.
At the peak of his ascent, the dream unraveled.
While away on a six-month campaign to pacify a dragon threat in the lands of Iskar, Kerrick returned to find the world changed. Gwendolyn his unreachable star had married Zachariah, Herald of the Sun, and now bore the title First Empress of Aerys.
Heartbroken, Kerrick continued to serve the crown. His loyalty remained unwavering, though his heart grew quiet. For fifteen long years he bore the weight of his station, until the impossible happened. Gwendolyn vanished. She died in The Red Raids. Without her, the Empire no longer felt whole. And Kerrick withdrew. He returned to the silent rooms above his parents’ shop. Five years passed in shadow. His bright flame dulled to embers, and in the stillness, he began to see the Empire more clearly… its choices, its rot, its burdens.
Then came the knock on his door.
The King summoned him once more. Gwendolyn had given birth before her flight. A son. A prince. Kerrick’s mission was clear: find the truth of the former Empress, locate the child, and bring them both home. All for the glory of the Empire and the peace of Zachariah’s legacy.
Zachariah and Kerrick had never been allies. Their respect for one another was like steel: cold, tempered, and prone to sparks. The King had always known Kerrick harbored feelings for Gwendolyn, which only deepened their unspoken rivalry. Yet, in a twisted act of trust, Zachariah entrusted only Kerrick with this sacred task. Perhaps because of his devotion. Perhaps as a test.
Kerrick’s search led him to Mere, a city of shadows, thieves, and whispered deaths. His presence there turned heads, but none dared challenge the Dragon Slayer.
Two days into his stay, fate kicked down the tavern doors in the form of a ragtag band of adventurers. Among them was Tarvo, a wild-born ranger raised by the forests and beasts. Gruff and instinctive, Tarvo seemed like any other mercenary. But a series of clues—bloodlines, scars, and a mother’s letter—revealed the truth: Tarvo was the lost prince, the son of Gwendolyn.
United by fate, the group turned their eyes to Mere’s corrupt mayor, Mikhail, who had been trafficking his own people and had once imprisoned Gwendolyn herself. The Mayor’s ledgers told a grim tale: a mother forced to flee during The Red Raids, a dark chapter in Mere’s history. To save her child, she abandoned Tarvo and vanished into the night.
Her last known destination was Waterdeep.
Now, with old loyalties tangled and the weight of destiny on his shoulders, Kerrick walks a road between Empire and rebellion—between duty and desire—haunted by the past and bound to a future not yet written.