to be named later
My mother was a githzerai in the astral plains. She was part of a group of nomads roaming the plains, mostly trying to stay alive. During one trip to [insert city name here], a human met the group outside the gate. From the stories my mother told me, the man was a great adventurer whose name was known by all in every realm. This hero was in search of the deity [insert lawful good deity here], I can only assume to request his/her aide in his next battle. He only stayed for 3 days, long enough to acquire the items and information he needed to continue his journey. During this time he chose to stay with the group of nomads, particularly with my mother. Of all the stories my mother told me about my father, she always refused to say his name.
I grew up with my mother and the nomads until I was old enough to join the monastery as commanded by my mother. Although I started as a religious young monk, studying the ways of Bahamut, through my years I chose to devote more and more time to the arts of war. I trained to battle in hopes of one day attaining the same level of fame as my father, and maybe even meeting him.