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Ever since Chithrodil was a child, he was always the type to get himself in serious trouble. He would break into homes, rob the entire place, and leave but somehow he always manages to get caught. Sometimes he would accidentally entrap himself within the house he was robbing and get claustrophobic until he was eventually caught. Perhaps he gained the addiction because he wanted to rob homes that house families and got hooked. You see, Chithrodil has no parents, he grew up on the streets of Varhelm for 10 years. He was found and adopted by an old man, who took care of him till he was 12. A couple of months later when he just turned 13, Chithrodil found his caretaker dead in his armchair and Chithrodil took the helmet of the old man holding it close to his heart overcome by grief before eventually putting it on and never taking it off... Once word got out, nobody wanted to take him in and not only he was overcome with emotion and rather impatient, but it sparked his hatred for families and thus sparked the idea of robbing them which gave him the addiction. But he was terrible at it, locking himself up in a large chest when he was 15. He was angry of course but the darkness, the small area he was trapped in, and the thought of him dying in there overtook him as he developed a fear for tight spaces. Robbing homes wasn’t all of Chithrodil’s childhood though, he was taught how to read when he was four. The more books he read, the more vocabulary he gained and the more knowledge he possessed. He liked books, he loved to read. It was in a library when he discovered a keeper discussing with the other children about the red faith which he then sat down and listened. Chithrodil was fascinated in the long run and went on to read more about the All-Father and his paragons. This continued till he was eventually eighteen and decided he wanted to discover life outside the walls. So he packed a bag and lived out in the wilderness discovering and learning for seven years before eventually deciding it was time to head back home and that’s when the story truly begins.

Ever since Chithrodil was a child, he was always the type to get himself in serious trouble. He would break into homes, rob the entire place, and leave but somehow he always manages to get caught. Sometimes he would accidentally entrap himself within the house he was robbing and get claustrophobic until he was eventually caught. Perhaps he gained the addiction because he wanted to rob homes that house families and got hooked. You see, Chithrodil has no parents, he was dropped off on the streets of Varhelm when he was just a baby. He was found and picked up by an old man, who took care of him till he was five. A couple of months later when he just turned five, Chithrodil found his caretaker dead in his armchair and Chithrodil took the helmet of the old man holding it close to his heart overcome by grief before eventually putting it on and never taking it off... Once word got out, nobody wanted to take him in and not only he was overcome with emotion and rather impatient, but it sparked his hatred for families and thus sparked the idea of robbing them which gave him the addiction. But he was terrible at it, locking himself up in a large chest when he was nine. He was angry of course but the darkness, the small area he was trapped in, and the thought of him dying in there overtook him as he developed a fear for tight spaces. Robbing homes wasn’t all of Chithrodil’s childhood though, he was taught how to read when he was four. The more books he read, the more vocabulary he gained and the more knowledge he possessed. He liked books, he loved to read. It was in a library when he discovered a keeper discussing with the other children about the red faith which he then sat down and listened. Chithrodil was fascinated in the long run and went on to read more about the All-Father and his paragons. This continued till he was eventually eighteen and decided he wanted to discover life outside the walls. So he packed a bag and lived out in the wilderness discovering and learning for seven years before eventually deciding it was time to head back home and that’s when the story truly begins.

On his quest to avenge his father Chithrodil was known to have a short temper but be wildly motivated. He had only known of his father and when he heard that he was killed by a daemon servant he ventured forth. His place of birth is a mystery because he was adopted by his father, he may never know who his real parents really are. He was educated in sword handling and potions by the local blacksmith. His quest to avenge his father was tough. He fought many orcs and almost died several times. When the time came to slay the servant, a spell was cast to soul bind him to the void. One of Chithrodils old friends years later contrived a plan to use a void tear and help him escape.