Meet Lindal, a Lawful Good Halfling Chaos Sorcerer
. Yes, I just put all those words together.Character sheet:
They called themselves the Redeemers. The ones who went into the dark and chaotic places and turned them to the good. Some believed in a balance between light and dark. The Redeemers believed that even the darkness could be illuminated. They practiced dark arts: black magic, necromancy, chaos sorcery. Each Redeemer studied ways to turn these dark practices toward good. Though there were never more than two dozen at a time, they often found ways to work great deeds for their fellow mortals.
They found the Halfling child wandering alone on the docks one day with nothing but the clothes on his back. They surmised that he had been abandoned by his family. Each day they led him back to the docks, but no one ever claimed him. Eventually they stopped taking him. They called him Lindal. In adopting him, they redeemed his abandonment.
Lindal's irrepressible cheerfulness of spirit endeared him to the redeemers, many of whom had seen great evil both out in the wilds and within the heart of civilization. He was naturally drawn to chaos magic. He loved that it was different each day. He learned to see the beauty in perfect disorder.
When he was 14, Lindal and his mentor, a human sorcerer named Rowanix, found a strange set of stairs leading down into the sewers. The stairs were carved with mysterious markings and the sewers themselves seemed lit with a pink light. They took a small white gem they found in the wall to show to the other Redeemers.
The next day, as Rowanix and Lindal followed their custom of arising to meet the sunrise, Saria Roccin burst into the house with a small band of dottari. Rowanix surrendered without resistance. They dragged him out onto the balcony and beheaded him, then left, taking only the jewel they had found - and sparing Lindal.
Many thought that after witnessing that trauma, Lindal's sunny disposition would darken. But if anything, it only grew cheerier. He spoke often of the joy of being alive for just one more day.
Years passed, and Lindal became proficient as a chaos sorcerer. He would sometimes go whole days with a blindfold, shouting goodwill to passersby, embracing the randomness of his time.
One day, when Lindal returned from one such errand, he discovered that the main Redeemer house was empty. He searched the outlying buildings. All empty. The Redeemers had vanished as if they had never existed. They clothes and possessions were gone, too. All Lindal could find was a torn and burnt strip of cloth behind one of the doors. It was the banner of the dottari.
Confused and disappointed, but still bursting with optimism for the new day, Lindal picked up his staff and wandered out into the street.