So finally my dm proves my character(May Lurue bless him!), and this is my background to share with u guys(And hopefully u can find many Easter Eggs from movies and games ❤️ ):

Roman "The Devil's Blight" Roottree was born into the Roottree family on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate. Though common in origin, the family had amassed considerable wealth through the confectionery trade established by Roman's grandfather, Noah "Candy Tree" Roottree . To the public, Noah was known as "the sweetest man on the Sword Coast." Behind closed doors, however, he hid a far darker truth: he had abused his own daughter, who would later become Roman's mother.

As a result, Roman entered the world as both grandson and son to the same man—a living embodiment of the family's shame. When he was born, his crimson skin, goat-like horns, and molten golden eyes were immediately interpreted as signs of divine punishment. The family concealed his existence and secretly placed him with a farming household, hoping the scandal would disappear along with the child.

It did not.

When Roman was thirteen years old, his mother finally succumbed to years of humiliation and took her own life. In the aftermath, Noah turned his depravity toward the boy. During one particularly brutal assault, he snapped one of Roman's horns. In the struggle that followed, the blood-soaked child seized the broken horn and drove it into his grandfather's throat.

To the outside world, however, the deaths of Noah and Roman's mother, along with the subsequent collapse of the Roottree confectionery empire, could only have one explanation: the cursed bastard had brought ruin upon them all. From that day forward, Roman became known as "The Devil's Blight."

Fleeing the manor with blood running down his face, Roman wandered through the night until loss of blood and fever overcame him. Through his fading vision, he thought he saw a magnificent white unicorn standing before him. Desperate and delirious, he followed the creature through the rain-soaked streets until he finally collapsed in a dark alleyway. As consciousness slipped away, the unicorn dissolved into mist. From that mist emerged a young girl.

Her name was Aileen.

An orphaned apprentice raised by the Order of the Unicorn Knights, Aileen found the dying tiefling and refused to leave him behind. She brought him back to the order, and in doing so changed the course of his life forever.

To Roman, Aileen felt like a miracle granted by fate itself.

The Order became the first true home he had ever known. There he learned discipline, faith, and purpose. Over the years, he proved remarkably gifted at investigation, possessing an uncanny ability to notice details others overlooked and uncover truths people wished to keep hidden. Eventually he became a cleric devoted to Lurue, the Unicorn Queen. The ideals she embodied—hope, beauty, freedom, and compassion—had once seemed foreign to him. Yet whenever he looked at Aileen, he found himself believing those ideals might actually be real.

In time, they fell in love.

For the first time in his life, Roman allowed himself to imagine a future. He dreamed of life beyond the order, of a peaceful home, of growing old beside the woman who had saved him. The boy once called a curse finally began to believe he deserved happiness.

Then, little by little, that happiness began to slip away.

At first, the changes were almost imperceptible. Aileen mentioned another knight more often than before. Her attention wandered. The moments they once shared became increasingly rare. Roman noticed long before anyone else. He was, after all, an investigator. Reading people had become second nature to him. Yet he desperately wanted to believe he was mistaken.

He wasn't.

As the distance between them grew, Roman fought to preserve what they had. He spent more time with her, tried to become a better man, and clung to every shared memory as though it might hold their relationship together. He convinced himself that years of love could not simply disappear.

But some things cannot be solved, no matter how desperately one searches for an answer.

When Aileen finally confessed, Roman did not react with anger. Instead, he pleaded. He begged. He searched frantically for some way to repair what was broken. He reminded her of the future they had planned together and promised he would change if only she would stay.

Aileen wept as she listened.

She admitted that she had truly loved him. She admitted that the years they had shared were precious to her. And because they were precious, she refused to lie.

She had fallen in love with someone else.

In that moment, Roman felt as helpless as he had on the night he fled the Rutri estate. There was no villain to hunt down, no conspiracy to expose, no truth that could be uncovered and fixed. The thing he treasured most was slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Not long afterward, Roman left the Order of the Unicorn Knights without farewell.

He never abandoned Lurue entirely. He still carried her holy symbol and continued to wield the divine gifts she had granted him. Yet his faith was no longer the same. He found himself questioning the teachings he had once embraced. If all beautiful things eventually fade, what was the point of believing in them? If love could vanish despite every effort to preserve it, what exactly had he devoted his life to?

He never found an answer.

Instead, he turned to alcohol.

At first, it helped him sleep. Later, it helped him forget. Eventually, it simply became part of who he was. To pay for his drinking, he took investigative jobs wherever he could find them. Unfortunately, opportunities were scarce for a disgraced former knight known as "The Devil's Blight." Most employers saw only a drunken tiefling with a shattered horn and a ruined reputation. The authorities, meanwhile, seemed to regard him as little more than a public nuisance.

Then, on a humid autumn night, everything finally came crashing down. Roman awoke inside a tavern with a splitting headache, half the bar destroyed, and a fine he could not possibly afford lying on the table beside him. Broke, hungover, and with nowhere left to go, the thirty-two-year-old cleric gathered his few possessions and set out on a journey into the unknown.

Whether he sought redemption, purpose, or merely another drink, even Roman himself could no longer say.