As a tiefling “Ikkibod” has known a life of abuse and discrimination. He grew up in a bustling city on the edge of Faerûn called, Cistomspectious, nicknamed “the city of alleys”. Townlife was full of momentum, a trading city founded on a slant of a massive hill, it was riddled with a slew of towering buildings. Cistomspectious’s founding was so immediate that there was no time to plan on how to build and so popular was the city’s founding that buildings were built whereever there was space. Numerous buildings built too close create a quilt of alleys that act like streets and within “the city of alleys” mercy is the last thing you’ll find, striken away in the interest of time.
Within Cistomspectious, Ikkibodjacob was but a slave, no time was given to inspect his appearence, he was just another person, another tool used for manual labor. There are no accounts of Ikkibod’s origin, he simply was and then he simply became a slave: brought before the door of a industrial key maker, he was not taught but rather thrown into the tireless work. Ikkibod learned to work hard without complaint, eat on his boss’s schedule, and sleep in his free time. That was his life, nothing more in particular to it than that.
As he grew, his freedom was defined as sleep and his day was defined as work. As he reached adulthood, his movements began to tire, his body sought something his mind had no knowledge of. Pause. One pause in his movement is all it took for one key to drop. One key dropped upon the metallic floor was all it took to distract everyone nearby. One distraction was all it took to fuel his boss’s anger and it was this boss who cracked whip into Ikkibod causing the whip to ignite in flame and incur the Tiefling’s wrath.
That was the day Ikkibod gained his freedom, not by choice but by nature. He ran for days but soon he realized that noone went looking, he was alone but he was free from the tide of momentum that marked his life thus far. Months past during which Ikkibod found out he had a terminal illness,he was told by a cleric. How he found out about his disease and why he didn’t kill the cleric is only known to Ikkibod himself. What is known is that something went off in Ikkibod that day, predicted doom released him of any moral standing or responsiblities. He discovered the pleasures that life had to offer him, the thrill of stealing among other things. Thievery only fueled his dispassion and lack of mercy, if he was good enough, he could just take what he wanted. This underappreciation of worth warped the memories of his past until they became painful, sight of humans became painful, he wanted them all dead. He wanted to kill them all and so he did. Ikkibodjacob became a serial killer, avoiding detection and escaping using his vast understanding of keys & locks. He was a rogue in the making until he fell under the eye of a powerful warlord and had a bounty placed uponhim.
Escaping a band of bounty hunters, Ikkibod jumped upon a makeshift raft and escaped by sea.
Dissapearing in the fog, he is believed to be dead.