First chosen champion of the Lady of Loss

Filfaro is the first chosen champion of Shar, the drow goddess of death. He is a half elf drow hailing from the underdark. He has light gray skin and short orange red hair that he keeps in an undercut. His sclera is black and his pupils are all black. His right eye was damaged so he wears a black and pruple patch over it but a scar is still visible stretching up to his forehead and down his cheek. He wears a high collared dark purple shirt with puffed sleeves, a light purple vest, and a purple embellished cape. His ears are pieced on both sides where he wears long dangling earrings along with 2 sets of hoops and a cuff. He often wears gloves covering his hands with multiple rings over it. His stole is decorated with silver embroidery and embellishments depicting the holy symbol of Shar.

Filfaro has never fit in with the other drow in the Underdark. His mother, Sardreza, is drow and his father, Adven, was a moon elf so his orange hair, light gray skin, and dark eyes set him apart from other drow who tend to have white hair, purple skin, and bright opalescent eyes. Because of his mixed parentage his family was outcasted but they were happy- or so he thought. His parents began fighting more often and he turned to books for comfort- reading about exploration and other worlds beyond the Underdark. It wasn't long before the fighting got physical and after a particularly loud fight he heard a series of loud bangs. He sprang into action only to find his mother covered in blood and his father dead on the floor. She threatened him with the same if he told anyone. His death was ruled an a household accident, he tripped and fell causing head trauma but Filfaro lived knowing the truth. It wasn't long before he tried to report his mother to the police but they dismissed him and so did the people in town. It wasn't long before his mother remarried into high society. She changed her name to Ilm'yanna and started a new family. She ignored Filfaro as he became a blemish to the otherwise perfect drow household.

During his stay with his new family that his own health began to decline. He was experiencing excruciating pain and fevers that left him weak and bed ridden. It wasn't long after that when the hallucinations began. He would see visions of a woman shrouded in black, a long veil covering her features surrounded by a swirling clouded aura walking toward him before she'd vanish. He would see her sitting beside him on the bed stroking his hair with her elongated dark purple fingers. His visions got more detailed the sicker he got until he started to see visions of a a stone throne room, the air stagnant and dead with dim candles being the only source of light in an otherwise dark room, and version of the veiled woman only much larger sitting on a throne reaching out to him. It was then he realized she was death and she was coming for him. He never felt afraid when he met her, he felt comforted and welcome in her space. It was inviting. He wanted to meet her. Their meeting would be put off as he started to recover thanks to a newly hired maid who recognized his symptoms to be a poisoning and he knew it was his mother's doing. During his recovery, he read books on religion and the pantheon of gods and through there he learned the name of the goddess he met- Shar. Once he was able to, he left without looking back and joined a temple of Shar where he studied and quickly discovered an aptitude for magic. He occasionally still had visions of Shar and became her cleric.

After years of study and dedication, he made the decision to travel the world like in the books he used to read. He was still judged harshly and feared by many people he met based on his drow lineage and his dedication to a death goddess. His travels were not particularly noteworthy until he was traveling through a particularly conservative city. He saw a man being abused and beaten in the streets and Filfaro was quick to come to his aid. The injured man introduced himself as Cress, a traveling bard who had lost his muse and was on a hunt for inspiration. They became friends and decided to travel together. Soon after they began to date. They traveled the world together exorcising spirits, slaying monsters, and helping who they could along the way.

Even after his recovery, Filfaro still had visions of Shar. They were few and far between but he knew a connection had been made when he was on the brink of death that could not be severed. He would see her in villages that were particularly plagued with death marking who would be the next to die. He saw her watching over the families who had suffered a tragic and sudden loss. The more he traveled the more he saw her. He knew he was on the right path serving her. Filfaro heard of a village that was plagued by a series of mysterious deaths. It would hunt in the night and claim victims in their sleep. After researching and investigating on his own, he found the source- a resentful spirit that was summoned to kill everyone who called this village home. The spirit was strong and after a long battle the spirit had been exorcised but at a cost. Filfaro was gravely injured, bleeding out in Cress' arms. He saw Shar standing over them and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was once again in her throne room with Shar sitting before him. He walked toward her and bowed when he heard a voice, echoing through the open room. It was not everyday that one of her disciples passed as their numbers were few. She asked if he wanted to live again but not be alive. He was still eager to serve the goddess who saved him so many times, so he agreed. He woke up in a temple of Shar during his own funeral. The news spread that Shar had chosen her first champion and he quickly became well known and recognized within their religion. He was adjusting to his newfound fame and the changes that came with being resurrected. He no longer needed the same things he used to. He didn't breathe, he didn't need to eat or sleep, and he had powers beyond what he had before. Shar visited him more often and personally gave him missions to carry out in her name. He was officially her champion and most trusted devotee.