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[punkrockguy]

Name: Bobby Telgin
Race: Human
Class: Fighter (Two-Weapon specialst but can be a meat shield if needed)
Age: 29
Visual Appearance:


Good traits:
Passionate (if he finds a cause he thinks if right he will stop at almost nothing to further that cause)
Easy to get along with. (he can talk to almost anyone that speaks his language)
Courageous (will do what every it takes to look after the group from the village i.e fight to the last to protect them)
Bad Traits:
Rash (Bobby tends to make decisions quite rapidly)
Un-nerving (some people look at the size of him and see his 2 swords and think he is rather scary)
Bobby over works himself.
Background+personality: Living on the farmstead with pops was getting a bit too boring and repetative for bobby when he grew into adulthood, the only good thing about living with his father and tending to the farm was that his father Brothar Telgin was an retired watch captain in the town they lived in previously, and was teaching Bobby the ins and outs of fighting either with a weapon or two in his hands or bare knuckle just incase he was ever unfortunate enough to get into a bar brawl or two. One day this all changed, wakeing suddenly with his father shaking him.
''BOBBY!! kobolds at the outer farm fence, i saw them while i was walking Nadger'' says his dad urgently as he passes you your big hand and a half sword and rushes back into the hall way seperating bobbys room and the master room. Rushing to don his armour bobby wonders ''This isnt usual for the kobolds something must be up''
half an hour later he was sat with a pile of goblins and town folk dead around him his father clutched into his chest as he sobbed tears of greif. ''Use them well'' his father had utterd with his last dying breath as he pushed his twin Bastard swords into bobbys grasp.
looking back at the burning village and the few suvivers of the conflict he stood and walked solmly to the group huddled near the well in the center of town.
I think it would be best to move on to the city as a group and maybe get a ''pick me up'' house for the lot of us''

When they got too Halaath they were just being brought in by the watch when Setharyll Mierataar was riding past to go out hunting, seeing the distress in the face of these travellers, Setharyll Mierataar stopped and asked Bobby what had happened, after hearing their tale he rode back up to his towering mansion, an hour later he returned saying he had arranged a small house for them to live in. Thanking the very nice generous man for his unexpected but not unwanted help, Bobby lead the group up to the run down but still nice house.

These 7 years later, Bobby is working all hours for ''The Rusty Tankard'' inn. He works as the door man, keeping order in the rowdy pub, he has worked on the guard for a long while but when the owner of the inn offered him a bit more money than the watch he switched to the door work.

What would I like to achieve with this character: A capable and formidable fighter that is very determined and faithful.

That should be it for my application, if you would like me to change anything then just shout up and it will be done.

[Honorius]

Name: Cartanthalas Dol Lethel "Drick"
Race: Elf
Class: Rogue 3
Alignment: LE with LN tendancies

Drick's character sheet is (here). I see Drick as the necessary evil for the greater good of the Viellhaan Reach: fighting fire with fire.

 

Drick most likely sought out Stharyll Mierataar himself. As one of the most powerful merchants on the Viellhaan Reach, he has the resources and connections to put Drick to work employing his trade. It is often the case that a wealthy merchant will become the target of rivals and would-be thieves, and sometimes it is necessary to hire extra help in “dealing” with the situation. Drick is just that sort of spy, rogue, assassin and saboteur with the skills and disposition to do the necessary work and quietly. While Drick is currently on a contract basis to help maintain order along the trade routes, gaining the trust of House Mierataar could put him in a more permanent position and establish him as a more powerful agent in Viellhaan. Drick’s motivation is not so much the ends as it is the means. He would like nothing more than to see his master achieve absolute power and personally witness the demise of each of his master’s foes, knowing he was the cause of it all.

 

Drick is under the contract of a local and once powerful NPC who is slightly nefarious but highly ineffective. A glutton and a cheat, this NPC’s power is waning. Seeing the trees from the forest, Drick needs to purchase his contract and be put to better use employing the profession he loves so much. Drick has butted heads with this NPC who has used him as a pawn in ill conceived plans. Drick would like nothing more than to see his blade run slowly across the NPC's neck, but his honor and reputation would suffer. Drick is a man of his word. However, should Mierataar purchase this contract, he would be a free agent. Perhaps the later assassination of the NPC would induct Drick into a merchant house to become one of their personal assassins and counter agents.

 

Drick views the Black Network as a threat to the balance of power in Vielhaan and the bringer of chaos. There is no need for a subtle and honest assassin when murder is rampant in the streets. With their growing threat, the merchants, and Mierataar in particular, need to go to more drastic measures to ensure the stability of The Reach. And so they turn to Drick to gather what information he can about their operations and to employ any means necessary to destroy them. Drick is happy to oblige, and is looking forward to putting them under his knife.

 

Long red hair, carefully kept, braided and with beads. In the face of Cartanthalas there is none of the brightness more common among his kin. At his best, his sharp features and keen eyes appear as that of a smooth and finely hewn statute, and his unassuming presence would go unnoticed in a crowd. At his worst, the sharp lines in his face multiply to reveal a ghastly grin in barely contained anticipation of the first drop of blood.

 

At a young age, Cartanthalas grew a distaste for the song and merriment typical of his elven race. He enjoyed long periods of solitude in the surrounding forest. It was no wonder that his village made use of him as a scout and protector of the borders of their realm. In time, goblin folk pushed near but Cartanthalas made quick work of them. It was then that he developed a fascination with death, breathing the last breath from his victims’ mouth, or gazing deeply into their eyes as he twisted his blades ever so slowly, exploring every soft organ. “Drick, drick” he would say as he taunted his captives with the sound of their own blood dripping on the ground. He enjoyed that sound, and whispered it with such frequency that he soon gained it as a name. Drick’s effectiveness increased ten fold when he began impaling goblin heads as a warning to any who entered. Needless to say, the village elders found his methods to be too much and too alien to elvish ways. But, was he so different from the wolves and the vipers of the forest he swore to protect?

 

Cartanthalas is a lover of the order and balance of the forest: the natural selection of the strong preying upon the weak. He craves its peacefulness and disdains the loud music and crowds of the city. His disdain turns to cruel hatred to those who would destroy nature. Drick, as he is known in disreputable circles, finds company in other unwelcomed folk, but they share a mutual unease with it. With talents such as his, certain powerful players have need for him. Drick is happy to oblige but takes relish in forcing his clients to admit their need of him and thereby their own powerlessness. Woe to those who seek to control him, either for gain, or fear that he is on the verge of a manic homicidal rampage. He identifies most with the powerful and shuns the weak. To the beggar, he tosses the coin in the fire and whispers, “Patience, stalk your prey.” Order and discipline are very important to him because they are the only things that distinguish him from the forces of evil. His worst fear is to become equal to the goblins he kills. Cartanthalas, as he is known among friends, is loyal, brutally honest, and likely never to forget a wrong that cries for vengeance. To rescue a damsel in distress is to display the power of the lord offended, not to protect the innocent. She had better not slow the party down, nor object to torturing the enemy for information.

[Tafratin]

Name: Toddymocket
Race: Gnome
Class: Cleric2/sorcerer1

 

Physical Description: Small even for a gnome. Just 3 feet and skinny as a rail. Dark hair, not fair,covers his head worn down to the shoulders. Deep blue eyes and a long scar on his left cheek running from his nose up to past his eye. A very light beard hardly covers the chin and is trimmed short. Pants of brown and soft leather boots with a green tunic covers his padded amour. Over this he is covered with a full two sided mantle, one side very blue and the other side a deep gray almost black. Hidden under are his sword, bow and shield.

 

Personality: Quiet, yet very assured of himself, he speaks little but softly. Inner anger fills him from his younger years seen only in his eyes

 

Background: He was the 8th child, the fifth son. A runt. As he grew up his brothers and their friends gave him a hard time. Fights happened often and although he never won he almost held his own. In the evenings he liked to sit and listen to the elders tell stories of their days gone by thus learning how they solved many problems or trials of their youth. He learned helping others was a good thing and started to do so, and captured the attention of an old one that instructed him in the ways of a cleric. There he met a young lady, Aireonna, twice his age, that he liked. She treated him as a person and they would practice together until her brother Alarin arrived. He did not study any magic but took exception to Toddymocket. One day after a go around with her brother he went for a walk to cool down and his ability at sorcery happened by accident. He never told his master he just continued his cleric studies. Then one day, after a difficult class he could take no more from Alarin and let loose the wrong spell. His secret was seen by the elder and he was taken aside. "You have applied yourself to your studies and done well but you now show magic ability. There are some things you need to know. Do you remember your father?" Indeed he did. He remembered the magic tricks he could do, and the sadness of his mother when he left. "Your father was a sorcerer and not well liked here by the gnomes. He did not practice good magic like the gnomes, he had no problem hurting people. Remember when he was here he stayed indoors with you and your mother. Some thought he was evil, but then how could he love your mother? He was not evil, he knew he would die long before your mother or you. He left out of love. Not even your mother knows this. You are his son, and can do sorcery as your father did, use it wisely!"

Not to be as his father? He did not know. What is or why is his father? He needs to find out and the only way to do so is to find him. To do this he will need help, some friends. He will need to meet others, help them and get them to help him.

Upon leaving his home and beginning his travels Toddymocket sees a new world. A world very different then where he grew up. A world very much in need, not as peaceful as his home. He was able to help people wherever he went in return for food and lodging. He practiced his profession and developed his skills and at times received help from others. For example in one large village he met a wizard and used his clerical ability's to help him and in return he made a homacalus for Toddymocket. He found regular people, workers, farmers. and such were mostly good at heart. These people were worth helping. As some grew in power they some times changed, so you must take care when dealing with them. On arriving in Halaath he seen the flyer from Setharyll and went to volunteer. At the meeting he was introduced to three others that had also volunteered. Although he agreed to receive a reward upon the return of Sellilique, he asked for two other things. One was a small mount so he could keep up with the others and Two: that Setharyll would insure that all who wished to worship Fharianghn would be allowed to.

[ShinobiMaster123]

Name: Itori Hanzo
Gender: Male
Race: Human
AL: LN
Class: Expert 1/Monk 2

Background:

Itori Hanzo has was a residence in the small village of Pehra, a small village on the Ninthaar river. He was trying to get away from the past. He has emigrated from a faraway land where he was forced to make weapons for evil Warlords. His weapons so finely crafted, that they would break other weapons that tried to block them. He resided in a monestary and as a member learned much of the ways of self defense. Unfortunately due to the viscious attack agains the temple, Itori took a massive blow to the head and almost died. He lost much of the training which is slowly starting to come back. He was able to escape and was even able to save one of his swords. A finely crafted Katana and he plans to have it enchanted to extend the life of his hands.

He escaped his captivity and stowed abord a ship. Once discovered he earned his way fixing metal items and earned his keep.

Now he tried to live a life of simplistic ideals and values. He is very straightforward and lives up to his word. He currently has taken up shop as the local blacksmith. Still even in this capacity, people are noticing that their horseshoes last 2 times longer and his nails never fall out of buildings.

It seems that trouble seems to find him as he hears the story that a local farmer had relayed to him. Half beast/humanoid creatures were sighted in a nearby forest. "Oni" (Demon) is all that Itori can think of when he hears the news. A group is going to investigate the incident. Itori knows he has to defend his home. He opens a chest at the bottom of his bed. His finely crafted Katana lays there wrapped within silk. He grabs the black sheath and straps the weapon his back and heads outside to join the group that is heading out.

As the group investigated the strange creatures that were in the forest, it was as if the worlds of dreams and man were becoming one. Dark shadow creatures attacked them as Itori's memories at the monestary started to unravel and allow for him to access greater and greater skills. The villagers met with the leader of these creatures and formed an alliance to watch for signs of the merger. The demon creature was not evil but of the dream world. Itori can only hope he is standing vigil on the edge of dreams. It has been over a year since those days. With some of his memories in tact, Itori decided to move on and is still helping others when possible. He had heard of the local merchant in Viellhaan Reach has disappeared. He somewhat remembers the daughter coming into his small blacksmith shop one time and commenting on his excellent worksmanship. She seemed to be a kind soul and felt this to be a worthy cause. He met up with a group of adventurers and found that they are all not that bad. Even to the point of doing noble work.

Personality:

Itori is very guarded due to his years in captivity. Generally he is very short in his answers, direct and straightforward. As a businessman, he doesn't haggle much. He feels he offers a fair price, if that isn't good enough for the buyer, they can go elsewhere. He has a very soft heart when it comes to children. He will put himself into harms way to save a child, even from the parent. He tends to treat women as second class citizens. Not on purpose, but in his culture they cater to the men. So he doesn't understand women too much.

Goals:

Itori seeks to unlock the hidden knowledge he has locked away. He was a very accomplished monk at one point, but the blows he received to his head has caused an amnesia-like state. Only time will be able to unravel his abilities and hopefully he will be able to gain some other enlightenment.

Character Sheet