Ok, the party seems to be lacking a Rogue, so I decided to go with...
Eldin Sunstrider
Male Half-Elf
1st Level Rogue, 1st Level Wizard (Enchanter, prohibited schools are Conjuration and Necromancy)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliation: Independent
Strength 10
Dexterity 16
Constitution 10
Intelligence 15
Wisdom 14
Charisma 12
Hit Points: 8
Armor Class: 13
Melee Attack: +0
Ranged Attack: +3
Fortitude Save: +0
Reflex Save: +5
Will Save: +4
Feats: Stealthy
Skills: Bluff 4 Ranks, Diplomacy 4 Ranks, Disguise 4 Ranks, Gather Info 4 Ranks, Hide 4 Ranks, Move Silently 4 Ranks, Spot 4 Ranks, Listen 4 Ranks, Knowledge (History) 4 Ranks, Seach 4 Ranks, Sense Motive 4 Ranks,
Spellbook: All 0-level spells, Sleep, Magic Missile, Disgiuse Self, Silent Image, Charm Person
Gear: Spellbook, Shortbow, 20 Arrows, Backpack, Waterskin, 1 week of rations, 3 torches, Theives' tools, 2 Daggers, Shortsword, around 750 GP (was too lazy to do the math)
Languages: Common, Thalassian, Dwarven, Orc
Prepared Spells: Ghost Sound, Mage Hand, Light, Sleep, Silent Image, Disguise Self
Eldin Sunstrider was always an afterthought since before he was born. He was always just there, never celebrated, barely even noticed. Even his own mother saw him as merely a side-effect, never truly an individual.
In the wake of the second war against the horde, an High Elven sorceress returned from the alliance's army, with child. It was quite obvious to her and anyone who knew her that this was no elvish child, as she had been assigned to a human regiment for the whole war. It didn't matter much to her, for sorcery was not so active a profession that a pregnancy would disrupt it now that she no longer participated in combat, and the last few weeks of laying prone were treated more like a small vacation than anything else. By that time, the sorceress had enough resources that she could live for a time without working, anyway.
The day came, and her child was identified as a half-breed, as she knew it would. But she couldn't even pay it enough attention to give it a unique name, instead re-using a name she had heard off the street. A non-unique name, unheard of in elvish society. But this child was no elf, and thus unworthy, in their eyes, of being unique.
The half-breed's fast growth was a reminder to everyone who knew him that his lifespan would be short. Eldin himself had to stare that reality in the face from the day he learned what death was. He would be but a page in even his mother's life, dead before she had a single wrinkle on her face. While other elves spoke of events they would witness a thousand years from now, Eldin could only hope he lived to the end of the century and was able to witness his childhood friends' coming-of-age. Other elves understood this, too, and treated Eldin like a pet, with the knowledge that he'd never be able to comprehend a 'full life' among the elves. He was going to last so little time that nobody wanted to put much effort or resources into training the boy. He probably wouldn't last long enough to learn anything useful. Neither could his mother leave him upon the steps of one of the universities, as he might not even live to complete their course of study.
However, by the age of twelve it was obvious to his mother that he was indeed bright enough to learn magic. She began teaching him simple incantations, cantrips and decoration spells to keep the house clean while she was away at work. He didn't really have much of a choice, so he did his duties, keeping the house clean and cooking the food. As a reward, his mother taught him a few minor illusions with which he could entertain himself. Now she need not pay him any more attention than to feed him and make sure he did his chroes.
One day, after spending all afternoon perfecting an illusion of a beam of soft sunlight, Eldin realized he had been so engrossed in his spells that he had forgotten to do any of his chores. He panicked, remembering that the penalty for neglecting his chores was that his mother 'neglected' to feed him dinner. As skilled as he was, he had no spells that would instantly organize the bookshelf, so he stuffed all of the loose books under his bed, and cast an illusion of a collection of well-organized books on the shelf. He was fed well that night, and later, after his mother had gone to sleep, organized the real books.
He had realized the practical uses of magic, and they were many. He began sneaking out of the house during the day, and illusioning the house clean. He visitied the library any time his mother was away from the house, taking advantage of the very little attention paid him by the elven guards to begin studying more advanced spells. After a few years, he was not only an accomplished illusionist, but an experienced pilferer, as well. He was beginning to look to his future, and decided to escape to human lands where he could further take advantage of his skills.
He made it out of the city with little trouble, and ventured south, living as a travelling entertainer, visiting human towns and putting on shows with some of his flashier illusion spells. He used his skill at not being seen to evade the soldiers that sometimes visited towns beseiged by the horde, fearing that he might be identified as a rogue wizard and turned in to the Kirin-Tor. This lasted for several years, until he was found out.
He was taken to Dalaran, and left to rot in the dungeons until it was decided what would be done with him. But then, the Scourge struck, Dalaran fell, and Eldin escaped in the confusion, along with an armful of spell scrolls and other items he could loot from the city before he slipped out under the collective rotting noses of the Scourge.
He travels south, in search of civilization...