Aaron Garcia : The Wonder Chef

Name: Aaron Garcia
Title(s): The Wonder Chef

Race: Tiefling
Age: 40
Hair Length: Long, neatly kept
Gender : Male

Noticeable Features:

Hair Colour: Blond
Skin Colour: Light skin tone
Eye Colour: Blue

Height: 5'7

Weight: 100kg
Body type: Athletic



Aaron's history is a little long, a full forty years has went passed since his birth, a long time indeed for humans, sure he had slightly different blood from the normal humans, but he never even knew about that, he was never told, and more than likely he would never find out.

The best place to start is always the beginning, so we shall not start with the birth of Aaron, the lives of his parents would be the best place to start, to understand why he lived where he did, and how events came to be, how everything unfolded, will be let known in this story. 

His father a barbarian named only Garruk, whom hailed from the harsh mountains of Icewind Dale, His mother, a person from a by far different background than he , born in a small settlement in the Raurin Desert , and lived in the town of Ragheb, the two people so much different and so far away, the actual chances of them meeting was more than one in a million to odds. 

Garruk, a fearless warrior, bred and raised in a tribe living on Icewind Dale, a harsh reality and scary place, one needed to learn quickly that fear was not an option, trolls were always a frequent threat, those sometimes being the worst, but they were attacked, and quite frequently by packs of starving dire wolves, a very cold and unforgiving place, where one needed to grow strong and hardy, or just fall to the elements or monsters that roamed, life was never easy, he lost five brothers before he even hit the age of ten, his mother died when he hit fifteen, his father? well he seemed invincible, running head first into battle, taking on trolls with nothing but his hands, so strong and fearsome, that if he puffed out he could out scare an ancient bear , Garruk learned under his fathers wing, undergoing very vicious training, nearly being beaten to death by his father, this world was no place for the weak, only the strong could live here, so he trained and trained, so he could get better, never getting anywhere close to the amount of strength his father had.

His mother, well, she was...different, a very frail woman, born in a desert, she was used to the heat, but this didn't make her special, what made her special was her heritage, she was a noble, newly born, and when she hit the right age she would be able to rule Ragheb , his mother was named Xhasa Garcia, the oldest of her siblings, she was to rule the town, and given time become ruler of the nation, if she learned enough about it, were people jealous ? Of course, did they do anything, not a thing, or at least while she was young she didn't, although she was royalty, she was still a woman of the house, and needed to learn how to cook and clean, aside from that she needed to have her nose deep in studies, and she had to learn etiquette so as to rule one day.

With how they were right now, both young, they were never to meet, or at least it was highly unlikely that they would, how a barbarian and a noble came to be together, it was quite the story.

As his mother grew up she needed more knowledge to become a ruler of a nation, knowledge was very hard to come by, especially since people tried to take it away from her, a noble was a hard life with people trying to back-stab you, and a lot of people trying to poison you, it wasn't unheard of that some nobles took part in rituals of sorts to get other help from different planes, Xhasa was one of the nobles that did just that, it was highly illegal, and frowned upon that if someone did it, so these sort of things were always kept a secret, she not long turned twenty when she did this, she took part in a ritual, that made her smarter, stronger, and more good looking than most, and to have an unnatural grace around her, she was blessed, or well cursed in this case, as it was a demon that found her, and started converting her very essence to be demonic, all while under the guise of looking human, all she needed to do was promise the demon complete control when she became ruler of the nation, a small price to pay for her rise to power and she agreed to it. Five years later and she would become leader, and everything changed when she refused her body to the demon, she was already part one herself by now, but she refused the demon her body, and became chased not only by the demon itself, but by crowds of people for making a pact with something evil, for the demon showed its true side to the masses of her followers and after that incident she had been running ever since.


His father had a few adventures for himself, and it was because of a young cat-folk merchant he left his mountains, Garruk had become a fearsome warrior, by this point, but longed for something else, a different life, he bought a remedy off of the merchant, it was to make him appear dead to every way of detecting it, and the merchant was to drag him away , the price? if the father would protect him and a small business he was trying to open up and get him on his feet, that was the deal, and that deal he took, a very simple thing, he drank the potion, and rendered him unconscious, making every vital he had to appear shut down, and by all accounts he was dead, on that night the merchant took his body, and off they went into a city named Waterdeep, The cat-folk that did this, was reasonably sane, at first, well built, very strong, and was named Lionel, he had a keepsake from his late mother, something he called his lucky tankard, this merchant was a little odd at times where he could always be found to be drinking alcohol, but never getting drunk, somehow .

When Garruk came too, everything was a fuzz, there was a lady in the back with him, it turns out the merchant also smuggled some rich noblewoman from the opposite side of the world, the cat-folk really did travel a lot, or at least he used to, it was here in the back of his caravan that Garruk and Xhasa met, a strange place, on a bumpy road, going away from both of their lives, hiding away and wanting different, the more time they got to know each other, they eventually fell in love, both of them were hiding from something, but what, they would tell each other later on, for fear of being shunned by the other, it was here that they adopted Lionel into their family as well. 

It didn't take long before his business started, named rather aptly after him, " The Tipsy Furball " and it was a name Lionel took with him to any tavern he bought over or moved to.

They all kept in contact, but Garruk and Xhasa Moved away into hiding, into the Moonshae isles , it was here they had a son, a boy born into this world form a hearty barbarian, and carried the blood of a demon inside of him, the lives of his parents were unknown to him, but one thing he soon started to know was that he loved learning, from a young age, he could talk fully at two, he was passing through education before he even hit ten, even when he was young he memorized many books, to heart, and soon found a hobby he loved, cooking, it always got him to wonder, there was so many different foods, so many different combinations, so many ingredients, and different ways of cooking, he just wanted to learn them all.

He always learned more and more from someone that visited every month or so, telling tales of the world outside the isles, telling tales of his tavern, and always bringing cookbooks from around the world with him , getting more and more knowledge about cooking, becoming better and better at it, so well , that he could be classed as a professional, at eleven. He loved cooking and with a passion, his love for cooking was only matched for his thirst for knowledge.

His life was enjoyable, he picked up many different skills, learned different things, memorizing books by heart, enough that he could quote it , page by page.

His life wasn't to stay quiet forever, his parents told Aaron one day to pack his things, or at least the things he needed, they needed to go out for a walk that they might not come back from, see his parents were being hunted, it never really stopped, they thought they were quiet here, secluded enough to not be noticed , but alas this was not the case, his parents and Aaron fled to the mountains ,they were supposed to go over it and meet with a convoy to transport them, but they were ambushed, near the top, assassins, and were swiftly killed, himself was left for dead, they expected him to just die from the wound, the parents they knew they were to stay dead, for real this time.

A week past and he thought he was to die, it was then a familiar face appeared, it was Lionel, stumbling up the mountain, and then took Aaron with him to be in his service, at his now well renowned tavern, The Tipsy Furball. 

Many years have past and Aaron had cooked many meals, met different people , one person in particular he grew a fond friendship with was a fullblood orc by the name of Kel'nok . 

Many years had passed since that day and Lionel had decided they should move onto new pastures, and since that day The Tipsy Furball opened its doors in Siranda , not long after that the Zombie outbreak happened.