Bio

As far back as he could remember, Jeto was alone, playing drums on the street and learning to channel his energies through the music. Never knowing his parents and living on the streets alone, Jeto tried to learn to con people and pickpocket them. He quickly learned that he was not meant to be a thief, as his loud clumsy nature got him constantly caught. It was never a problem to get people to believe him, as he found that he was an terribly good liar, and he would constantly get out of trouble with his silver tongue. While he wouldn’t think twice about steeling someone’s loose change if they’re clumsy enough to leave their pockets untended, but he would never set out to steel from someone who doesn’t deserve it, as he usually feels bad about hurting people.

As he traveled he learned to channel his magic, without the use of instrument or song, as a means to defend himself. As such he learned spells that allowed him to slip away unharmed (possibly after picking some pockets of unconscious Nair-do-wells) or deal a lethal blow before one can be dealt to him.

A bard by nature Jeto prefers to work indirectly, supporting his fellow adventurers through buffing spells or mischievous tricks, shooting down opponents at range, or using Wildy as a front line attack dog which he can channel his powers through like one of his instruments.

As a front line support mage, Jeto has come to cherish his friendships and value skill. Anyone who shows themselves to be competent in their endeavors, have a strong moral code that they follow (though not necessarily the lands moral code), or shows that they are like a bard: constantly lending aid to their allies in any way they can. Conversely self centered people tend to anger him and he will sometimes break his own moral code to deal with such people.

Shortly after the raid on an elven renegade camp, where his party used Molotov cocktails to burn the slavers forces, Jeto began feeling very cold… He believed it was just that the drafts of cave chilling him. After an incident involving two trolls and a surprisingly resilient rope bridge all of Jeto’s hair turned white. He is under the impression that this was because the fear of falling into the dark crevice scared him so badly that his powers drained themselves from his body, only to return to him after a miraculous landing along a stalagmite sticking out of an underground river. The incident left him with a long scar up his abdomen which jumps, as it reaches his neck, to his left cheek where it ends.
Once outside of the cave system, Jeto found that even the warming rays of the sun would not shake the cold from him. Even tough the cold isn’t causing him pain or discomfort, it is worrying him and he is taking measures to keep himself warm such as wearing his winter gear despite it being summer, playing with fire and explosives, and trying to warm himself from the inside by drinking.

Another incident at a bathhouse, not a fortnight after his perilous incident with the bridge, has left two gaping indentations in his neck where a drow assassin plunged her daggers. He had not been a target of hers, just a threat, otherwise she would not likely have missed the veins she was intending to sever. It may have just been his imagination but he thought he felt the tips of the daggers cutting into bones, but bones that were not attached to his rib cage or even his spine. Needless to say the experience has left him even more insecure about his natural health as he delves further into his neurosis. He doesn’t seem to have a problem with getting injured, as he treats this as more of an annoyance, but his bodies natural state is driving him to being just a little OCD.

After being tortured by the Red Wizards Jeto’s disposition has shifted. He is no longer carefree and mischievous, but cold and efficient now that there is a serious threat to him and his allies, one that he has already felt the brunt of. He is preparing for war…