Francis "Fran" Mystral
In spite of all the years he has been a slave, Fran has remained a kind and caring person to his fellow slaves. He is more concerned for the well-being of other people over himself and does all he can to help those that are in need of it. Though he does not enjoy killing, he knows that the drow will cause far more suffering if they are not stopped. For the purpose of helping the other slaves and ending the drow threat, he is willing to shed blood. Secretly, he is afraid that a part of him might grow to love the revenge they are taking on their captors, and that if he participates too long, he will lose sight of what is truly important.
Fran tends to keep himself wrapped in an oversized gray cloak with a large hood that he rarely uses. The rest of it helps to conceal the several scars he has from his numerous years as a slave. Around each of his wrists is a shackle with a few links of chain dangling from them. His pale blonde hair, when his hood is down, looks as if it has been attempted to be brushed, but with little success. His bright blue eyes hold a vividness that the rest of his body seems to lack, as if what gives him life is centered in them.
(Note: This is a description for when he is freed and can decide what he wears to some extent. Before then he is clad as his masters decide. I would like him to have shackles so that he can keep wearing them, or at least the option to get some later for him. He uses these as a symbol to remember that he does not consider himself truly free as long as Ray is still enslaved. I was going to note this in his backstory before I realized we start the game as slaves still.)
Fran was born to two parents who were traveling merchants. They were part of a large caravan that went from town to town with all sorts of wares. His parents specialized in medical supplies, such as herbs and doctor tools. They were studious believers in Lathander. As a result, Fran grew up with strong faith for Lathander, along with learning some basic healing magic as a devotee of him.
He was ten when the caravan came too close to the Underdark. His parents were killed by a drow raiding party, as were several other people they were traveling with. Everyone else was enslaved. Due to being split up quickly, Fran never learned what happened to his previous companions. He was taken by the Auvryafin house. Though all of the drow were cruel to him and their other slaves, one in particular, Valvyr, had a great time with abusing him. This life caused Fran to lose much of his spirit and go through each day dully, as if he had died in the attack and was now merely a shell.
Four years later, Fran met Ray, who had been newly captured from the surface. Ray was determined to not remain a slave and took many opportunities to defy his captors. When Ray helped Fran out a few times to spare him from Valvyr's attention, Fran began to look up to the older boy. In the year that they lived in the same location, they began to plan trying to escape, with a vow that neither would leave the other behind. Once Fran turned fifteen, however, he was taken and sold to another house. This separation from Ray left him anxious, but he was still determined to try and get away. Then he could find Ray and they could work together to free as many other slaves as they could. He received some encouragement from a new slave he met, Kirri, who seemed to have similar ambitions. Though they have met recently, he is quickly growing to trust the goliath.
(Note: If any parts of this do not work out for starting the game, I am open to changing it as necessary.)
Fran's first goal is to free himself. This is not because he puts his life over the other slaves. Rather, he cannot accomplish the other things he wants to while still a slave. One of these other goals is to find and help Ray, who he was separated from. It is not just limited to him, as Fran wants to help free all the slaves the Drow have. But since he is closer to Ray than anyone else, it is natural that his first thoughts go toward him. Another one he has is to find his way back to the surface with all of the other slaves, so that they can live in peace once more. These are the three goals Fran would speak of if asked. However, he has another one that he tries to deny to himself. He wants to see the Drow suffer for what they have done, for them all to die so that nobody else can be hurt by them. Yet he is afraid of becoming corrupted by a desire for nothing more than what he sees as cold-blooded revenge. Because of this, Fran tries to not think of those urges.
*Rayner "Ray" Hestia: A seventeen-year-old human who was enslaved a few months after Fran. They are close friends that promised to live together when free.
*Kirri: A goliath that Fran is starting to befriend. They have corresponded about escaping.
*Valvyr Auvryafin: The drow who made the most use out of Fran and Ray as slaves. His cruelty has left Fran with a strong desire to be the one to kill him, even if the thought also terrifies him.
Merely thinking of his deity's name fills Fran with a sense of comfort. It is rare for him to ever experience that emotion. Ever since being dragged into the Underdark, he had only received such peace from two situations. One was praying to Lathander, which he made sure to do at least once a day. Usually he tried to in the morning, despite how difficult it was for him to tell what time it was. In this place where the sun was banished, he had no physical connection to his deity. He could only hope that Lathander heard his thoughts. For the powerful being that he was, at least some must be getting through. That was Fran's hope.
The other occurrence to raise his spirits had been whenever Ray had met up with him. No matter what the drow did, no matter how hard their lives got, Ray always believed they would escape. He had a will that, to Fran, had a glow almost as intense as the sun he missed so much. It might have been part of the reason Fran had agreed to call him Ray. It simply fit him more than his full name, Rayner, ever did. Even now, with his eyes closed and hands clasped together, Fran could picture his closest friend's smile. The mental image was so powerful he almost opened his eyes to look and see if Ray was there.
He kept them closed. That wish was one that would not come true. Not like this, at least.
This prayer is not a new one. But I am not sure any of my words have made it to you recently. And even if they have... This is all I can do right now. Forgive me, Lathander, if you are hearing my voice and are tiring of it.
Fran's prayers always had the same content. It was only the way he phrased them that changed. The wishes, intents, and emotions in them never changed.
This place is the embodiment of evil. Many people are suffering here. I am one of them, but I do not pray to you for my own salvation. No, I am asking... begging... for something else. The power to help the people that are here. I have no strength in my body. If not for your help, Lathander, I can do nothing for them. So please... grant me the power to free them, to free every person here. None of them deserve this.
After a moment of hesitation, as he often felt before asking of a request solely for himself, Fran continued. Fran felt his eyes dampen. It took much will power for him to not automatically reach up to dry them. I know I shouldn't put one person's life above all others. Even so, I request this. Please watch over Ray. If he were to die... I... I would be lying if I didn't say I was worried for him. So please... keep him safe.
That part of his thoughts was always hard to tackle, but he had saved the most challenging part to himself for last. With a deep breath that seemed unnecessary from the lack of verbal communication, Fran sent his last thoughts to his deity. Should you grant me what I wish for, I will not falter. I will fight in your name to rid the world of the drow. No matter what, even if I am to die in the process, I will do everything to destroy this force of evil. I... I don't know if that pleases you. It would mean killing them. It's okay to kill them, isn't it? They're monsters. They can't be redeemed. So you... wouldn't be disappointed, would you?
I wouldn't be like them, would I?
Fran winces at the last thought and tries to shut it out of his mind. It takes several moments before he can conclude his prayer. I hope my words have made it to you. Whatever happens, I still believe in you, and I still worship you with all my soul. I will uphold your doctrines no matter what happens, or where I am. I promise that, Lathander.
At last, Fran opened his eyes. The barren cell remained quiet and dark. Nothing had changed. Fran had not expected it to, but a small portion of him had hoped...
A shout came from nearby outside. It was a familiar sound that caused Fran to wince. It meant another day of slavery was about to officially begin.