So you want to know about Cezzaria, huh? Well, I haven’t always been the way I am now. Being a thief rogue most of my life has classified me as a criminal, but there used to be good intentions behind it. Being a high elf - I had certain expectations to live up to; which I never was able to. Being able to support a healthy living for my love, and my love for being me, brought me to the decision to go from thieving in populated areas to becoming a highway robber.
My love died because of a mistake that I made, which changed me quite a bit. In a highway robbery gone wrong, my sweet soulmate was slain. It being my fault caused me to go off on my own and become an isolationist. This also caused me to pick up some cleric skills, so at least I may be able to heal the few that I actually care about. Somehow I have always been able to remain calm in any situation. Ever since the death of my love, I refuse to let emotions get in my way or cause me to raise my voice.
Some people see this leading to my major flaw - wealth and shiney things must be mine. It doesn’t matter what it is, if it is appealing to me, all I can think about is how to steal it or get it into my possession.
This brings us to how I ended up with Leaky - yeah, the little angry dwarf. After a few years on my own - he and I ended up helping with a difficult issue in a small town. Ever since, we have been going on adventures together. I look at him like a little troubled brother who doesn’t quite understand life.