Sander Foresteller

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom beauty and grace... Yeah... no. This isn't a sissy fantasy. This is the story about what many would call... a boy. (Yeah, I know... shocking) Sander was an orphan on the streets, never knowing who or where his parents were. He was left begging for his daily bread. Barely surviving on the scraps, kindly strangers tossed him. Living in a world of oppression and fear. The Tyrant king ruled with an iron fist, soldiers patrolling the streets, striking fear in the hearts of the common folk. And the strange thing was... The soldiers seemed to be searching for something. Scanning alleyways, inns, even dumpsters. And what were they looking for? A being blessed with a connection to the Goddess. Can you guess who this being was? That's right. A cat. No, I'm kidding. Yeah, it's Sander. He had magic, but he had no idea he did. And when the soldiers found him, he thought he had been saved. He was cleaned and fed. What more could an orphan wish for? Only to be locked in a tower for a whole decade, of course! Yeah. The Tyrant king locked Sander away to learn magic, away from any mortal besides himself. Now Sander at age 21 was finally brought forward as the court mage. He had a cool personality, with a chilling snark that bit through many nobles' egos. Released from his tower confinement, Sander became the Tyrant king's right hand man. Or did he? (As always use your twisted imaginations. Be his rival, or hell... even a gambling duck with alzheimer for all I care.)