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Race: Kalashtar
Age: 31
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Druid (circle of the moon)
He grew up in a small village, adopted and raised by his maternal grandmother. She waited until he was 18 to tell him why - his mother had given birth too young, and was unable to raise him, and the father had skipped town. Although she didn’t speak of it specifically, he got the impression his mother had issues she hid from even Tadeas’ grandmother. When he started having his dreams, he began to think she probably had them too, and couldn’t handle them.
He had always had abandonment issues, knowing his parents had given him up for some reason. Finding out why his mother left him both intensified and confused the feelings, because he felt empathy for the mother that abandoned him.
It was the dreams. As far back as he could remember, he would have recurring dreams about specific people he’d never met or heard of. While most Kalashtar don’t dream, and some see glimples from other’s memories, it was never quite like what he felt - he was living as the other person. It didn’t feel like a dream; it felt real, often more real than being himself, transported through time and space into another body. And it was always the same few people, like he was tied to them somehow. As he grew, the dreams would occasionally turn into visions while he was awake; he’d flash into one of his dream people’s minds, their world, always in moments where they were in danger. When he returned to his body, little time had passed, but it was easy to see something had happened: he would seem to be stunned for a moment and return with confusion at where and who he was.
He started learning from these people - learning their skills, their lives, little details that he could remember, until it felt like they were always with him - part of him. Tiny souls he kept tethered to himself; maybe it was just loneliness, but maybe it was real.
It took him a while to open up to his grandmother about this, both because he was still dealing with the knowledge of his abandonment, and because he feared he wouldn’t be believed or worse, be considered insane and abandoned again. Even though she loved him fully, he was scared this would be the last straw. His grandmother reacted completely differently, however, and began to log every dream he shared with her, trying to find common threads throughout them in order to find an answer.
She also told him that he was not the first person she knew to have this happen to them. Her own mother had suffered the same fate, but unlike Tadeas, who had his grandmother’s support, she was treated exactly how he feared for himself - cast off as insane, left to spiral into the madness that was her visions. By the time Tadeas’ grandmother was an adult, her mother had taken her own life, unable to bear the weight of the dreams and the subsequent treatment from everyone she knew. Because of that, Tadeas’ grandmother was so interested in the dreams, because her own mother would barely speak about hers. His grandmother also suspected that her own great-grandmother had had similar dreams, based on the few times her mother would talk about it, but she couldn’t confirm this as fact. What she could confirm was that their lineage had a long history of becoming outcasts, and that’s why she had chosen to raise Tadeas in a small village where she could keep him sheltered. Tadeas always suspected his grandmother knew more than she was letting on, but he trusted her implicitly and chose to ignore those suspicions.
When he was 29, his grandmother left him in a hurry, telling him she’d be back soon. She never returned, and in searching for answers, he found a journal she’d left in her bedroom. He could only assume the reason she would not return for him is that she’s dead; he can’t fathom her being alive and leaving him. It took him a year of waiting for her to return, and another year of mourning, before he decided to find answers for himself.
