Born to Aretheia & Locke Cross. Older brother of Morgan Cross.

Where Robin treads- misfortune seems to follow. Things were not always bad, but they were always never particularly good. He grew up in the sleepy village of Viator in Aurelia, and was known for being the quiet child. Anti social, a lone wolf, someone who kept to himself and rarely ever bothered others. He was content climbing alone in the woods, or spending time with his mother and father. He never sought out companionship in other children, and as a late bloomer he never really had the vocabulary to do it anyway. When Morgan was born, he became a good protector at a young age, conscious of his energetic little sister and guiding her often from harm. She grew up to be better than him in every way, but he never begrudged her for it. She was naturally gifted, and was all the more lucky for it.

As a teen he became something of an everyone's man- shot up from a growth spurt that made him even more gangly and awkward than his father, but fit and active, a welcome addition to any project that needed a helping hand. He was a farmhand during the harvest season, an apprentice carpenter, a forge worker- anything that needed a steady hand or a bit of muscle he was suitable for the job. The only thing he seemed more than proficient with was his marksmanship with a bow, which made him a remarkable hunter for the village. And yet even into his early adulthood, he never sought out a profession. Morgan was already studying in Waterdeep, and he had no talent for magic or healing like either of his parents, so he ended up joining the town guard out of necessity.

He was but twenty-one when misfortune took hold of him, and didn't let go. An unknown group, clad in black, swept through their small village, raising and burning everything in their sight. While his family ran from the smoke and flames, he stayed behind to try and save as many as he could- and only when things seemed absolutely dire did the town guard captain tell him to run. And so... He ran, with a half empty quiver and a bow on his back, he ran. Then... He was alone. Shy, quiet, without any skills aside of a good aim to help him survive.

At first he wandered from neighboring town to neighboring town, doing odd jobs for spare coin, but with no sign of his parents or sister, he started traveling north towards the capitol, assuming perhaps his family would have fled there after the fire. Work as a spare hand and a hunter was no good- and a constantly empty wallet left him a desperate man... So he turned towards unsavory work. A quiet demeanor made him hard to detect- and bounties posted on job boards were no different from stalking a deer in the forest. An unassuming face with a good shot... But getting into such work wasn't easy- his first hit as a bounty hunter was one he remembers with distaste. A no good drunken husband, a wife offering gold for anyone who could get rid of him. It seemed just at the time, but once faced with the prospect of killing a person... The deed was done, but the man's cries own a place forever in Robin's mind. He never collected the coin for the job.

It got easier from there- Robin made a point to only hunt criminals, to wear a mask and shield himself from the horrors he had to commit. The pay was good enough to ignore the rest. Until one job did not go off without a hitch- a bounty on a well known rogue, one who moved as if teleporting by magic. Robin was well suited for the job- and took them down with shocking ease, but he only had a moment to ponder the strange weapons they carried and the stranger markings they bore on their arms before he was confronted. One Soren Dahl, an Elven man who wore black and purple. A Spire for a secret organization known as the Shard. And Robin had just killed one of his agents- the debt which would be his own life, or an exchange for his skills.

Robin chose his skills, and so began a three year long partnership between him and Soren, and the mysterious entity known as the Shard. Soren called all the shots from then on- telling Robin who to kill and where to go, and it was just before sending him to Waterdeep that Robin was given a reward. A carving, from the Shard, which gave him the power to teleport like the rogue he had killed so long ago. 

Waterdeep was the beginning of the end of all this misfortune.

Robin traveled on orders from Soren to the city- remembering it once as the place where Morgan studied magic, but now as a promising foothold for the Shard, Robin was tasked with doing all of the grunt work. While in Waterdeep, Robin found friends in a certain Triton, a Tiefling bard, and a strange blonde rogue. In under the course of a month, Robin assisted Notch in saving Waterdeep from his tyrant sister, helped Fatima find freedom from her ex-husband, and found freedom himself in finally standing up to Soren, discovering the truth of his life debt to the Shard. In truth, it was no life debt at all- the Shardmaster had recruited him, but Soren's personal vendetta against the Shard drove him to use Robin as a pawn to try and topple it.

Waterdeep held another surprise for them- a legend known as the Dragon Vault. After facing down the Xanathar guild, run by the Beholder of the same name, Robin & his friends discovered the vault deep under the city, and split the gold evenly among themselves. After, Robin took control of the tavern they had co-owned up until that point and made it his home. After discovering Morgan was alive, well, and without memories in a city south of Waterdeep, he and Fatima set off to go find her and bring her home. Since, Robin has been happily making a name for the New Lief, as well as taking long journeys to travel to other countries.

While there was bad blood between him and the Shard, he has since forgiven Shardmaster Elara for Soren's actions, and rejoined the Shard as an official member. Due to outstanding skill, Elara entrusted him with Soren's old position as Spire, on the terms that the Shard will never hold such a dominion over his life ever again.