Rook was raised in the Underdark in Ghrian Sol, their capital city to her drow mother and human father alongside her twin brother. Rook always more resembled her father, with both her physical features as well as her skills and interests. She had a preference for games of logic, and loved watching her father tinker with weaponry and other gadgets he would make alterations on. She learned from him to be passionate and determined, knowing that whatever she set her mind to she could accomplish with the right skills, materials, and connections. Her brother always more resembled their mother, as he looked more physically like an elf, naturally, more like their mother. She valued more heavily developing physical strength rather than ingenuity, telling their two children often that the strongest not only survived but thrived in this world. Because of this, she favored Rook’s brother, and their father favored Rook. This was never intentionally expressed or blatantly admitted, but the children felt this was the case. This did put a strain on Rook’s relationship with her mother, as she felt she was always given the brunt of punishments and couldn’t live up to her expectations, but it was never doubted that Rook was loved. A similar strain did form between Rook’s brother and their father, as they felt they could never quite see eye to eye, but the twins had each other, and they each did have a parent they felt they could confide in, so for a while, this was enough.

The twins’ relationship was a great one. Neither were quite social butterflies, as they felt they really only needed each other. They’d come up with complex games that would build upon both of their strengths, brute strength, and logic. They were competitive as any siblings are, but sometimes their relationships with their parents did shine through and cause a small rift in games turned sour. But they would quickly make up, confiding in each other when these relationships weighed on them.

Their favorite game though, aside from physical sparring (which her brother would nearly always win unless Rook utilized the environment to her advantage) was chess. It was the one game of logic that her brother really felt he could keep up with Rook in, at her own strengths. She gave him all the time in the world to consider moves, and would even give him nonchalant advice through reverse psychology. Rook would win most games, but he did win a few, even when Rook tried her hardest. They’d play on a chess set that was their fathers, as it was his favorite game as well that he taught them. Because they enjoyed it so much, they adorned each other nicknames from the pieces. Rook became Rook, and her brother became Bishop. They thought these were quite fun and began introducing themselves as such.

One day, as the two were playing happily, through an incident concerning an obsidian obelisk crumbling onto Rook’s leg, requiring amputation, Bishop was kidnapped by someone with a robe with strange symbols across the material. Rook was unable to help, trapped beneath the rubble. Her memories of this event are incredibly hazy, obscured by the intense pain. She and her father worked together to craft a prosthetic leg for her, since, to her father, there were none good enough for her. During this process, she also watched him tinker with a heavy crossbow, his life’s work, that functioned much more deadly than any other crossbow she’d ever witnessed.

After receiving care and finishing her prosthetic, she began to have sleepless nights, overhearing her parents arguing about a variety of topics, but all tracing back to that day. About whether his death was Rook’s fault, whether she could have done something to save him, whether Rook was delusional, whether their relationship was worth continuing. Rook continually pleaded with them to believe her that he WAS alive and out there, not dead, but her parents, even her father, insisted Rook give up hope and face the facts. But to Rook? They were wrong. She didn’t have hope. Hope implied belief. Belief implied uncertainty. And Rook had absolutely NO uncertainty that her brother was out there. She saw him dragged away, and whether it was twin intuition or a higher power, she knew he was alive and she was going to find him. She never gave up trying to convince her parents to look for him, but this inadvertently accelerated her parents’ separation which was inevitable, as drow live much longer than humans do, but sooner than any of them would have anticipated. The stress of her mother’s favorite child vanishing with no trace, and a husband who was slowly beginning to show signs of aging that she wouldn’t experience for hundreds of years was the breaking point. Rook realized this, partially does blame the separation on herself, and decided it would be best to continue her search away from her parents and in secret. Before she left, her father did gift her his crossbow and taught her how to shoot, which she had an incredible talent for

Rook headed to the surface, following any lead she could find, most trails running cold very quickly. She found herself with very little money and the need for some inside information, and due to her intellect and VERY good shot, was hired as an officer of the Sun City police force. She never felt too much of a connection to the city, as this was her first time living alone and somewhat of a social outcast. Her passion she learned from her father became more of a frenzied obsession with the dark and macabre as she saw more and more cases. Her determination to solve her brother’s case spread to other cases she acquired with her begrudging partner Silas Whitestorm (who was assigned to her to curb her enthusiasm and just get the job done with minimal finances and paperwork) as she began to theorize the most wildest of explanations for the simplest of crimes. Sometimes she WAS correct, that everything seemed to be connected, but she became the laugh of the force, having no real friends or allies. The closest being Silas who, while tired of her antics, did admire her enthusiasm, and she did love stringing along. She was at a stall in her investigation of her brother’s kidnapping when her interest was piqued by a case of a goliath on public trial for murder where the clues just didn’t add up. She met the group the Functional Chimera, an adventuring group who was passing through the city. After meeting them and realizing the goliath, Sone, was framed, she aided the group in freeing him but not before handing in her badge after realizing the corruption that took place at the force, as Rook heavily values the truth, finding that to be the most exciting. After realizing her fate was intertwined with this group, and seeing they are all quite interesting people, she decided to pack her bags and travel with them.