Rotheon was originally from the Material Plane in very early Sundering times. They were raised by an elven family with the surname Gearbit. Their mentor Ashriel was a constant companion and father figure to the young sorcerer. They were petrified by the forces of the attacking Shadowfell warlords. Only after being discovered by treasure hunters was they able to be revived. They have become fast friends with the other Homeshard Heroes.

Species: Aasimar

Class: Clockwork Soul Sorcerer

Gender: Nonbinary (uses they/them pronouns)

Sexuality: Asexual

Height: 6’8”

Weight: 200 lbs.

Age: Unknown (alive pre-Sundering)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Backstory: Roe as a child was orphaned, who were their biological parents and what happened to them, only the fragments of the Material Plane shall truly know.

Roe’s early years truly began being under the guidance and tutorship of the deva, The Mourning Lord, Ashriel. Ashriel was like a father to Roe, teaching them all about life and what there was to know, as well as the small day-to-day activities. He taught them how to fly, how to write, to read ancient tomes, and how to braid their hair. He treated Roe like one of his own, hoping to have a mentor that could one day live up to his name.

As Roe grew older, they stumbled upon a rather large artisan gnome family with the surname of Gearbit on one of their daily outings. Roe was a giant compared to them, the family finding Roe’s height, curiosity to learn, and just outgoing nature exactly what they needed to get their gadgets out there to investors. They took Roe in, gave them a roof over their head (even if it was quite small), food in their stomach, and a new allowance of gold pieces. Money was still a foreign concept to them, but in due time they would truly learn that gold did in fact make the world go round.

On that fateful day, Roe was out on a task to retrieve a cluster of amethyst geodes for a new project that their adoptive family was working on, pulling and chipping away at the cavern walls the geodes were imbedded in. It is unsure how much time had passed when Roe pulled the last crystal out of the wall, landing on their behind with a thud as the crystal fell in their hands. They took a short rest on the cavern floor, their arms aching with pain when the faint sound of voices and footsteps could be heard making their way towards Roe, slowly getting louder and louder. Knowing what they know now, Roe should have stood up and ran out of the cavern and never looked back, but as curiosity killed the cat, it also nearly killed Roe. The voices were now nearly on top of Roe as they slowly rose to their feet, crystal still in hand, a troupe of Shadowfell fascists heading straight towards them. They never had any time to process what that troupe was doing there before the general pointed a finger at Roe, an evil smirk on his lips. “That one right there.” he said as his voice echoed off the cave walls, and with a quick wave of the mage’s hand right next to the general, a beam of energy shot right at Roe, their face contorting with fear as everything went black.

The Sundering came and went, what shard Roe’s stone being had ended up on, no one can truly know, all one can know is that a group of ragtag treasure hunters had found them and took them into their own collection.

The treasure hunters had made a stop at