[Characters] Character Thread

[RavenColm]

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[Huhart]

Name: Melwine Grapeshank
Race: Deep Halfling
Alignment: TN
Class: Cleric of Brandobaris (Trickery, Luck)

Description: Melwine dresses typically for a Hand of Misadventure; studded leather armor, a grey cloak and a jaunty feathered cap. His ancestors were akin to the dwarves, so he is shorter and stockier than the common halfling. He prefers to use a sling in battle, but he also carries a large club, which he employs two handed.

Bio: War meant chaos. Chaos meant opportunity. And opportunity meant profit for Melwine. So when he drifted into Westgate, Melwine felt right at home. In truth, wealth didn’t mean that much to him. Don’t misunderstand, he is quite a greedy little halfling and was accustomed to luxury. But, he found the process, the game, of acquisition more exciting than the reward. A small lie in the right ear, a lucky happenstance and a bit of magical intervention brought joy to the heart of Melwine and glory to the Friendly Rapscallion.

It was luck that brought him to Westgate in the first place. A small misunderstanding with a minor official caused him to leave the lovely little hamlet of Drubtrill in a hurry, on foot, at night. The next morning, a trade caravan happened to overtake him. He offered his services as a mystic diviner and healer. And so, he arrived at Westgate in style, on the back of a wagon. Then, he disappeared in the crowd, taking a small portion of the caravan master’s profit with him. Melwine immediately spend a large portion of the gold buying drinks for the patrons of a nearby tavern while he recounted his wild exploits.

[FlyingGreenMonkey]

Name: Rodel Ituralde ((FINISHED))
Race: Human
Class: Duskblade 3 (PHB2)
Bio: Rodel was born as the third son into a low noble house. He was expected to get an education and then start a business to and to his family's wealth. Rodel didn't do that. He used the money his family supplied him to train himself in whatever field took his fancy. Magic, history, warfare were all things he taught himself in. It was in an old tome about elves that he first learned about the dustblades and their pairing of magic and fighting. Rodel immediately fell in love with the idea and soon started to train himself in the ways the book described. Unfortunately his family only tolerate this behavior for so long. His father kicked him out of the family saying, "until you start acting like a member of this family you aren't a member of this family." Rodel thought this was hilarious and told his father that, he "never acted like a father and should be kicked out as well." Needless to say he burnt down that bridge.

Half trained Rodel continued the duskblade ways he had learned in the book. Training as he went from town to town taking jobs he thought would lead him to great adventures but never did. He joined countless parties to rescue the person or to recover the holy item. Always they were warned about the great hardships. But they never faced anything more than a few goblins there, or a few thieves there. Rodel keeps moving from town to town, city to city in hopes of finding a real challenge.