Sabnac Vocalar, 3,237 year old Osyluth

			   13th level thief
			      
			     Lawful Evil

			Strength		11
			Intelligence		14
			Charisma		17
			Dexterity		12
			Wisdom			16
			Constitution		10


Skills tend towards diplomacy, and spying ones, so that Sabnac can do his policeman job best.




Short Biography/Background


  Two hundred and twenty-three years ago, an Osyluth guarded something of importance, infact that's an understatement, this Osyluth had one of the largest contingents of the Baatezu army under his control.

  Of course he was overseen by his Pit Fiend lord, Arbrix and didn't really control the army, but Arbrix had placed him alone in charge of safety procedures, something that was doing his career very well, until something happened.

  This Osyluth stood guard over a celestial being, the celestial being that gave the Baatezu, although the tanar'ri as well, the ability of teleportation, a power that the Baatezu army needed for it's military plans and battle tactics.

  On one fateful day a heroic group of adventurers battled their way onto the Baatorian battleship where the Celestial was being held, and while Arbrix was away visting the Dark Eight, of course that left this Osyluth in charge of the army, and the Celestial.

  A fierce battle was fought upon the roof of the Baatorian battleship, Baatezu being slain by the dozen, but our Osyluth wasn't there, he was down below deck, preparing something important, something that might just save his hide, save him from eternal torment, he was preparing an ancient and powerful spell.

  This Osyluth in particular had recieved a message several days earlier, it was from an unknown source, although he suspected the Yugoloths, but didn't you always.  This message stated that the Celestial would be released, there was nothing he could do about and that, to avoid eternal torture, he should not interfere with the goings-on, two words on this letter convinced the Osyluth that he should do as the letter asked, "torture" and "eternity".

  Torture wasn't a pleasant idea, infact this Osyluth believed that eternity wasn't a pleasant idea either.  Mix the two together and you get something that would make the strongest Celestial shiver.

  Eternal suffering if he didn't do as the letter asked, eternal suffering is he did, the Osyluth had only one idea, he'd have to use an ancient spell that he had decovered around one thousand years ago, this spell just might be able to save him what awaited him, this Osyluth hoped that anyway.

  This spell would take a soul, it would then wipe the soul clean, all memories, all acts, all traces that it ever existed, it would then reincarnate the caster into a random form, on a random plane, this spell was at the height of clerical chaos magic.

  Although this Osyluth couldn't just use that, he had to change it slightly, for it would be only time before he was caught up with, then he would have to make his escape again, and what would happen if he had no memories what-so-ever?

  So this Osyluth changed the spell as much as he could.

  He cast the spell, just as he heard the roars of defeat from above, just as the aura of the tainted celestial vanished, just as the five Baatorian torturers appeared in his chambers, and his body disentigrated, his soul began it's journey through oblivion, his existence stopped for a second.

  For a second, he didn't exist, he'd never existed, for one second no one knew who he was, no one remembered him, for one second all record of him vanished from every book, for one second all the Gods of knowledge didn't know about him.

  But only for one second, then they all remembered the traitous Baatorian.

  It took two hundred years for his soul to recover from what had happened, and then the spell began to finish itself, the soul wandered through the multiverse until it found a habital plane, until it found another soul, a new soul, a freshly made soul.

  The soul of the Osyluth entered the body of a newly born human baby on the world of Toril, the Osyluth's soul destoryed the new soul and replaced it, the soul remembered things, although it couldn't remember exactly what it knew.

  But it knew it must hide from the demons and devils, it knew to fear them.

  Over the next twenty three years the soul evolved, it grew and became a new person, a human male with a knack for diplomacy and magic, it didn't remember anything in particular about it's past, but that hardly mattered.

  He was Aaron Marika, a part time thief, diplomat and sorcerer, and from some reason he knew he was in for greatness.