Roric Blackthorn's youth was a crucible, forged in the icy heart of Frosthaven's unforgiving borders. Lord Kaelith, his father, eschewed the gilded cage of noble privilege, instead plunging his son into a relentless regimen of survival, combat, and archery. Every lesson, every grueling exercise, hammered home the brutal truth: weakness was a fatal flaw in the Wilds.
At fifteen, a baptism of fire against a pack of frost trolls, leaving a jagged scar on his cheek, hardened his resolve to embody the Blackthorn legacy. Yet, the shadow of his renowned father loomed large, a constant reminder of the expectations he bore. Roric wrestled with this burden, yearning to forge his own destiny beyond the house's rigid confines.
This internal struggle, a constant friction between duty and ambition, ignited his drive to prove himself a leader in his own right. His relationship with Kaelith was a complex dance of respect and resentment, the elder's stern hand often chafing, but always driven by a fierce paternal instinct. Among the weathered rangers and scouts of his house, Roric found camaraderie, absorbing their hard-earned wisdom and earning their respect.
Steeped in the grim history of House Blackthorn and the ever-present threat of abyssal incursions, Roric is propelled by a deep-seated duty to safeguard Frosthaven. He strives to earn his father's elusive approval and carve his own name.
