The Sorcerer
Magic never knew his mother and the man who raised him was not his biological father, but he was his dad none the less. He was told that his father was a greedy sorcerer who tried to strengthen his bloodline by making a pact with a Phoenix and that his mother very shortly after Magic was born was drafted and likely died in a war.
Most of that never bothered the young child, it was just the circumstances under which it would grow up. Though what would really become a problem was the blood of the phoenix. Magic’s magick powers were violent, unpredictable. Unspeakingly powerful outbursts of hot, scalding magick. A fire that knows no friend, not even sparing the skin of the caster. Magic was just a child when people determined that he was too dangerous. Burns scar his body from early age on as an obvious warning to everyone that this child has a burden to bear.
Magic tried to attend school like any normal kid would but not even half a year later he was expelled - permanently. The young Magic would seriously injure other kids without wanting to. Thus Magic grew up as a social outcast, the only person who spoke to him being his dad. His dad tried his best to teach Magic to handle his abilities but the power of a phoenix was running through his veins and such power was not to be tamed.
Homeschooled and insanely bored Magic picked up all sorts of hobbies during his preteen years. He was talented in figuring out how to enchant trinkets, he could juggle porcellain mugs, cheat you to hell and back in about every card game and was a pretty decent ventriloquist. But his big fascination was music. He taught himself how to play lute and whenever he sneaked out to play on the streets he was good enough that people would stop and listen and sometimes even give a silver or two.
He learned to manage his phoenix talent better than when he was just a wee lad but he was still far from achieving complete control. Magic never hid his scars, though. To him they were a constant reminder to try to do better every day.
As soon as he was of age he told his dad goodbye, Magic had a hunger and he wanted to see the world. As a travelling musician and artist he usually had enough money to care for himself but in winter he decided it was better to stay in an inn for a longer time. The Crimson Raven was the inn of his choice in his 20th winter. But he wasn’t the only permanent guest in this inn.
A duo of revolutionaries nested here and the young Sorcerer started to like their ideas of overthrowing the king a little too much and joined them.