Smoker

Smoker or Tree of Smoke is a Young Tabaxi man of mysterious origins.

Born in the nation of Melsha with innate magic abilities made life very difficult.

Its unknown what happened to his parents, did they abandon him due to his magic? Were they taken away or killed? Its a mystery but one thing is known is that Smoker had to grow up alone.

He was in a foster care for his early childhood until his magic started to take shape and he was throne out. After that point he was on the streets of Sweet Tree Vale for years.

It was on these streets he learned of hardships, of survival. To hold your pride when needed and let loose a knife when an opening presented itself.
But this life wasn't easy. And as Smoker got older he began to sink low. Real low.

Wanting far more normal life but fate had cursed him a bad hand. Anger to depression it was upon the Grand Worgon Bridge that he intended to end his suffering.
Standing on the edge looking down to the sweet release bellow. A savage war in his mind pushing him off or stepping back. Something, anything he was searching for to not go through with it.

Just as he began to lean a voice caught him.
“Oi! Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”
Regaining balance and turning to see a Tiger Tabaxi man, strong and tall. He stood nearby out of the blue. He gestured for Smoker to come down.

He clapped Smoker’s shoulder in reassurance. “So boy. What's got ya so down you thought a bridge leap might solve things?”
Smoker didn't respond so the stranger offered to get him some breakfast.

Smoker's Trinket

Smoker came from very little but leaving with more than he could ever realize. Money where he never had to worry about going hungry again. resources to see to his future endeavours, experience and a story never to be forgotten, and closure to enable him to move on with his own life. He came to the Feywild chasing his Father, and right at the end he reunited with him and lost him all at once. At least it was enough for final goodbyes.

His wish to the prince was rather humble and simple, Returning to his home town of Sweet-Tree Vale but with ownership of a large building and land, fitted to be an orphanage as well as several business investment connections so Smoker was able to keep the orphanage well funded. Stepping up on the stage with the Prince he said his goodbyes and was gone.

Smoker would spend the next few years simply taking a break. Running his orphanage and reminiscing on the story he had helped shape. He would name his orphanage in honour of his fallen comrade. Rovi's Wings Orphanage.