Notis

Notis grew up in the bustle of a frontier market district where human merchants and elven artisans shared every stall and every rumor. Orphaned young, he learned quickly that survival depended on wit and charm more than weapons. He adopted the persona of various vendors and clients, weaving stories to persuade buyers and collectors. His elven heritage granted him a natural finesse, and his human side gave him resilience and the knack for blending into many crowds without drawing undue attention. Notis’s early life was a tapestry of small cons: swapping a fake antique for a genuine keepsake; convincing a jittery guard that a stolen trinket belonged to a grieving widow; navigating the labyrinthine talk of gamblers and street preachers. He earned a reputation as a reliable information broker, albeit one who spoke in half-truths and double meanings. One evening, a hulking patron approached him—an enigmatic figure who offered power in exchange for secrets. Notis accepted, not from greed but from curiosity: what secrets could the patron unlock, what doors could be opened with a whispered promise? Since that night, Notis has walked a fine line between his own cunning and the demands of his patron. His warlock abilities began as flickers—glimpses of strange energies that bent the mundane around him. Now, with the strength to call upon a fiendish patron, Notis wields eldritch power with the ease of a practiced swindler. He has learned to temper his impatience with a practiced calm, to turn fear into leverage, and to keep his true intentions concealed behind a charming smile. He travels with a few trusted companions, using misdirection to steer away from suspicion and toward opportunity, always calculating the risk before stepping into a new plot. His life remains a mosaic of masquerades—some true, some cunning lies—yet he clings to the belief that his talents can reshape his fate, one clever deception at a time.