Bobwhite Rindherder

Bobwhite Rindherder is a Road Halfling from [some origin story place]. He grew up with his clan, but found himself separated from them at a young age, and finished growing up as a wayward urchin on the streets of [cityname], where he made a name and a living for himself by getting into places that are hard to get into. A couple of years ago, he was reunited with [insert Mattiverse family member PCs], and they've since banded together as their own little branch of the clan.

Beginnings

Bobwhite began his life on the road. Not metaphorically, which is true of almost all Road Halflings on the Mainland, but literally, his mother giving birth in an emergency stop just past [insert location here]. Joyous as the event was, it was met with little fanfare or celebration, because his parents knew who ruled that road, and it was not the Travelers who claimed its jurisdiction. Ma Sparrow knew the risks and did hope to avoid them, but her little boy had other plans. His precocity would prove to be an omen. So, too, would his luck: the group was not found, and they finished their journey unmolested.

Bobwhite grew up surrounded by brothers, sisters and cousins. Ma Sparrow headed her clan with her newest husband (and, as near as anyone could guess, Bobwhite's father, but it's sometimes hard to keep track), Billup, and her family was both large and well-respected. She kept that position with a mix of warmth and generosity tempered by shrewd cunning, governing with plump carrots surrounded by vicious sticks. She would occasionally disappear for weeks at a time, and return, flush with gifts for friends and relatives. Nobody knew where she went on these trips, and in truth, what was there to gain by asking? In any case, Bobwhite didn't lack for comfort, and while the clan would occasionally have its lean times, he grew up mostly knowing where his next meal was coming from. He learned his letters and he learned respect for his family, and to value their love.

This all changed on a routine caravan trip to [some place]. To this day, Bobwhite doesn't know why, but a constable had gotten it into his head that Ma Sparrow was head of a [addictive drug here] smuggling operation, and resolved to shut it down. The night was a whirlwind of screams and blood: The last Bobwhite saw of his mother, she had a crossbow in hand, rushing to a front room while Billup shoved Bobwhite into an empty feedbarrel and pushed it into the river.

The barrel came to rest against the bank some time later, just outside of town. Bobwhite pulled himself out with care, and took stock of his situation. For the first time in his life, he found himself alone, and he did not enjoy the experience. He cried quietly, and stayed put, hoping his parents would find him. They didn't.

The surrounding cold, the strange noises of the night, and the occasional passing rivercraft weren't enough to rouse Bobwhite from his funk. But time passed, and he eventually found himself still alone, and famished. He couldn't control the former, but there was something he could do about the latter, and so he began the next stage of his life.

Urchinhood

There's precious little to spare for the underclass that lives on [cityname's] streets. Here, Bobwhite found his size to be his biggest advantage, subsisting on meager provisions and keeping his head down. Over time, he turned these advantages into strengths, and found that he could weasel himself into places that other people could not. Gradually, he was able to make a bit more comfortable of an existence for himself, learning the ebbs and flows of city life, finding all the best nooks and crannies to shelter himself from danger, and keeping himself from standing out too much when bigger folk came around to show off their muscles. Ironically enough, all his effort to remain hidden did not remain unnoticed, and the sturdier, louder individuals would sometimes contract small jobs with him when they needed a subtler touch. He kept out of the underclass politics, and managed to keep a neutral reputation as a freelancer valuable enough to keep around, but not so valuable that he needed to be kept away from the competition. It's this way that he achieved his most prized possession: While tasked to steal a bauble from a traveling hedge mage, he discovered the mage's book of tricks, which he's since studied in every ounce of spare time he has available. He has had no breakthroughs, yet, but he always insists that he's just on the verge of becoming a wizard in his own right.

Reuniting with Family

One day, [he finally found other Mattiverse people, they all hugged and cried and have since been besties]. He now travels with them, seeking other members of Ma Sparrow and her clan in hopes of finding all the rest.

Traits

• Personality Trait: I can always find time for a little shuteye, even in weird conditions or positions.
• Personality Trait: I'm very generous with friends and family, and am always on the lookout for little gifts they would appreciate.
• Ideal: People. I'm committed to the people I care about, not to ideals.
• Flaw: I make cats look uncurious; it takes little to pique my curiosity and a lot to shake it.
• Bond: I consider [Mattiverse PC A] to be my own blood, and would do anything for them.
• Bond: I consider [Mattiverse PC B] to be my own blood, and would do anything for them.
• Bond: I consider [Mattiverse PC C] to be my own blood, and would do anything for them.
• Bond: I want more than anything else to be reunited with the rest of my family.

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