The Legacy of a Duquesne Aasimar: Prologue

I grew up well aware of my family name.
 
I knew damn well what it meant, who people thought of when they heard of the Duquesnes. Rialto and Ithanya were legends in Tellus, real live demigods in their time.
 
But that time, it was 350 years ago now. I'm as much a Hero of Craysilt as my childhood friend and smokin' buddy Kolin McKenzie is an heir to a pirate empire... well, maybe both of these things aren't so cut and dried, but that's a story for later. Point is, it's been ages since this name meant anything, hadn't even been an aasimar in the family since ol' Ray... until I came along. Now, I'm sitting here with a fuckin full set on my shoulders, realizing that just maybe I'm in this boat for a reason.
 
The Duquesnes were heroes of the people, not of some country. In fact, Ray and Ithanya probably caused a revolution or two, hells, at the least, quite a few riots. My oath and my charge isn't to uphold righteousness, there are plenty of people in the world doing that. I'm here to be the brass knuckles that come out when the boss won't get his boot off your comrade's neck. I'm the pistol you smuggled in to that fascist's victory banquet. Sometimes freedom is born from chaos and violence, and I'm here to cause a scene while those who need escape find a way out.
 
Just like ol' Rialto would want it.