Tav. The noble spoiled drow.
His family was one of faithful ones, they believed in Loth with all their spiritual force. But then they have to handle the newborn, he hadn't the carachteristic red demonic eyes blessed to his kin by the infinite wisdom of Loth, and his skin.
They should have offended the mighty Loth, or their family were the target of some hex launched by them traitors the Sedarine ones, because there was no other explanation for that green shade, and those unholy marks in his face. Nevertheless the family won't abbandon one of theirs, even whe the seeds of failure where plenty and obvious like in the little smiling and cheerful new born Tav.
They had fears, and those become real when the youngling started to show almost no interest in the ways of the underdark elves. The power game, the web of lies, betrayals, homicides that were the tools his family used to obtain power and wealth and to stand against the more powerful houses and their matriarchs, were indifferent to him and he didn't show interest in their claims against the Seldarins scums.
A warrior, a proud family of assassins, spies, innovators in the field of poisoning, creative in the blackmailing, generations of a revered tradition dismissed by the adolescent green skinned drow because he loved swords, and armors.
Fools they were to let him be so intimate with their slaves, specially that one, the red haired woman, she. She was the culprit, she that never let her status to broke her optimistic and serene character, she filled the head of the kid (that she was supposed only to breastfedd in his early months and then tutor before he was of the age due to be able to access the education planned for him by the grand mother and matriarch of his household), with stories of the surface, its colors, the different races, the cities filled with adventurers, bards and explorers.
She, she was a bringer of doubt and chaos, and how he drink of her fountain, how thirsty he grew of a world different from his.
And how weak his mother and father were. At least that was what the grand mother tought, because only uncapable parents would allow such spoiling of a young promising mind, but she too had a soft spot for that little boy, his naivity, how narrow minded he seemed to be.
She had a difficult decision to make. He was a teenager, a child to the centuries old woman, he was ripe and ready to start the training in the ways of the assassins (he wasn't smart enough to follow the road of a wizard, neither he was faithful enough to become a dark priest serving under Loth, and damn all her family if she would allow the kid to become a savage defenser of nature), but he didn't show the nerve needed to kill, in many occasions he had shown discomfort whenever he tought a death brought by his family members wasn't deserved.
And those relatives were starting to be rumourous, the kid had to be disposed of. He was a stain on the name of the Yril'Lysaen, a menace to their plans to obtain nobility and in the end gain a seat in the council.
The road to take was crystal clear: repudiate him, get him rid of his family name and name, and put him in shackles and to work in some basement, polishing the weapons of the trustworthy members of the family.
How could she? He was such a cute little fella, and she was fond of his uniqueness.
She passed nights thinking on what to do, the she took a decisition. The other fools could see him as a danger, she? She saw potential. If they wanted to escalate the social ladder they can not rely only in their dark ways, assassination, blackmailing, and backstabbing were spread in the Loth's beloved ones. The family had to differentiate, exploiting new ventures, taking chances.
A kid fascinanted with the surface and its dwellers, a boy who didn't loath the other races, a drow whose skin and eyes color would make easier to interact with societies that were suspicious of drows? That was an asset to be used.
So she informed the kid that he would not become an assassin, that he would comply to his duties to the family by becoming their eyes, their ears in the surface. He would be enrolled in a commercial ship of one of the big cities in the surface, with the gold gained with his work he would seek a trainer to become a fighter.
Thus Tav departed from the underdark, his fellows made sure no danger was done to the child, but then they left him on his own. It was frightful and exciting at the same time, he was "free".
And oh, he enjoyed his chances. His first voyage was uneventful, he had the chance to write many letters to his family, describing in detail (too much detail) every new thing he comes to encounter, also he discover pleasures he had only heard from the jokes of his companions (and thei stories of endless love conquers).
Little he knows that he and the half wood elf druid had conceived two fraternal twins, one with the red eyes of loth, one with the bless of Silvanus.
He didn't even remember her name, it was supposed to be just a night of fun.
During his second long voyage he embarked in a mercenary ship as aid, there he found a dwarf youngling who where able to break his mistrust of other people and become his friend (one of the really few Tav accepted in his life) and also teached him the ways of the fighter, and started him in the ways of a protector.
They planned to make their name know alla around Faerun, they just have to find few comrades with a similar aim and with compatible characters.
Fate decided to rain on their parade when a group of skilled adventurers assaulted them both and kidnapped Tav. When he opened his eyes he was in a very strange place, prisoner, unable to move. His mouth dry, his heart neating so hard he wasn't able to ear anything than that tumultuous beating. He still shivers thinking about those humid and viscid hands lifting up his eyelids and that thing touching his body and making his road in to his brain.
But Loth (or Loviatar, after a certain encounter his not so strong faith has been put in even more doubt, he hasn't felt nothing from his prayers to Loth while the ritual of Loviatar have make him shiver almost in ecstasy), had his plans for him so a beautiful, alien, strong, warrior appeared in front of him. She was magnificient, and deep in his heart (and groins too) he knew she was the one, he had already broke so many rules of his family so he wouldn't let that entralling fighter flee away without at least trying to win her hearth and soul (also he thought how would be the appereance of a son with the blood of a drow and that of an alien amazon?).
Laeze'el is her name and Tav is sure Maldolm (his dwarf friend) would love her too (in a friendly way, Tav is strictly a serial monogamous), and together they will make Faerun tremble, and bards song their exploits and antics and heroism.
[Still thinking in a reason for him to have orange eyes and green skin, I'm aiming to a curse by Loth because some betrayal from Tav's parents, or to him being the target of a joke by some chaotic enity, demon or deity, but I can still play the card of the failed experiment with poisons and potions
[To those curious: for now he is far from reaching his love goal, but at least Laez'el has started to say that maybe she has a little of respect for him
[A lot of years since I wrote a background for a character, also being new to D'n D, so I decided to focus more on a reason to his skin, that is not that of a dtrow (i don't get this habit of video game companies of allowing infinite amounts of skin colors, maybe is because I am a biologist but in a due specie the skin variants are few.]