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[Slolivin]

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Abilities - 32 point buy
Starting gold - standard for 6th lvl
HP - Max at first, half + 1 thereafter (d10 = 6, d4 = 3, etc.)

[Cheaplaffs]

Name:"The Shadow"
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: The Shadow is anti-social for an elf, preferring to avoid others rather than seek to understand and interact with them as most do. Raised strictly, and then trained incessantly, he has no time for music, no patience for literature or mind games - tricks of the tongue, which agitate him. He has dedicated his entire being into his duties as a ranger, and has few living acquaintances.

Appearance: Keeping mostly to himself and living on the move in the wilderness, there are perhaps none alive who know The Shadow's identity. He appears always hooded and masked, and speaks very little. His gear usually consists of studded leather with bracers, boots, and covered in bandoleers and pouches. He prefers to fight with two swords at once, using a longsword on his left hip and his shortsword on the right. The Shadow's also known for using tools like smoke bombs, sleeping gas, caltrops, etc. Underneath the armour he typically wears a hooded long-sleeved tunic. Eccentrically, he always wears an elven theatrical tragedy mask.

Standing at moderate height for an elf, somewhere around 5'9, he is as muscular as he is lean. He is built more like a tiger than a lion, his power divided evenly throughout each muscle group in his body.

Motivation/Goals: The Shadow's motivation is murky but his actions are impossible to question. He is known for his dedication and almost brutal skill as a ranger. A true hunter, he stalks the thrill more than the prey.

Active in the area at the time of Lerick's crisis, The Shadow was one of the first to arrive. Claiming his quarry is somehow linked to The Band's disappearance, he pledges his service to the Mayor and seems infinitely genuine.

Party Role: Preferring to operate alone, The Shadow is not opposed to co-operating with a team. He works best alongside the party keeping out of sight, spotting ambushes, traps, and waiting to pounce on the enemy.

A skilled archer and swordsman, he can serve both a ranged and melee combat role.



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[Malikane]

Name: Donavan "Foxtooth" Patrickson
Race: Human
Class: Barbarian
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (more of a Scottish neutral than a chaotic stupid)
Personality: Boisterous and charming in that barbarian way, Donavan is wise in the ways of the wild and quick with his tongue. However, he is at a loss in civilized settings and can get quickly overwhelmed by intellectuals. He is not normally destructive or outrageous but get a few ales in him....well, let's just say that the saying 'Kord invented alcohol to keep the Kaelish from conquering the world' has some merit.
Appearance: Tall, dark, and handsome. Or at least, Donavan thinks he is tall, dark, and handsome. Shoulder-length dark brown hair crowns a face that is often painted with blue stripes, and when it is warm enough to go without furs he has no problem showing off his manly physique. His light blue eyes are the only aspect that defies stereotypes--the only part of his mother's heritage that he shows, and his only keepsake of her. At first glance, Donavan is the epitome of barbarian prince--lots of muscles upon muscles and a sword twice the height of a halfling.

[Arucard]

Ani Lesbone

Basic Information Race: Tiefling Appearance: Ani has pointed teeth and a reddish tint to his skin - though the latter is faint enough it could easily pass for a rough tan of sorts, especially with the diversity humans generally have in that regard. His hair is short, black, and slicked - no one can see the slight nubs that raise from his skull above his forehead underneath the dark strands. His eyes are intense, a dark forest green in point of fact. His jawbone is strong and broad, with two thick black tufts of hair that threaten dangerously to become a unibrow if left unchecked for much longer.

Character Sheet

Basic Information Class: Fighter/Paladin (Complete Scoundrel, p.40Gray Guard PrC eventually.) Alignment: Lawful Good Party Role: Melee Fighter, Uncalibrated Moral Compass, Peacekeeper. (Game terms: Tank, Back-up Wand Healer)

Personal Information   Ani is a disciplined and conviction-bound individual, though those who know him well are aware that he is frequently conflicted. His gut instincts are not always in line with the cloistered elder's interpretations of the code he took, and Ani believes they are relatively out of touch with the reality of serving the greater good. Regardless, he knows better than to tempt the fates too much, and is far from being an outright vagabond - though some certainly consider him such. Ani is not beyond 'looking the other way' while others do things less than savory, if he believes it is really necessary for the mission or good that it is sustaining. He flirts with the loss of his god's favor regularly according to the other paladins, though has only had to have it re-instated once. But that time hardly counts, because I mean, the "unarmed" hostage taker was trained to fight with his hands - he had to be knocked out, or he could have just attacked when the rescuer's back was turned. It's not like he took any long-term damage from the blows. Although, in retrospect, the fact there was some rope readily available was the more relevant issue... Ani would never disobey a direct order from a superior, but his application of those orders can at times be broader than they may have preferred. Ani often feels that those around him are "too heavenly minded to be any earthly good" when it comes to serving their god, but at the same time is well aware that he was only accepted into the Church after an arduous and life-consuming effort - as a result his convictions often are tempered with the realization of his very real risk of losing his status should he follow them to their fullest. When it comes right down to it, Ani believes that his faith is not meant to be a replacement for common sense.   Somewhere in the past, Ani's bloodline was mixed with that of an unknown outsider. The specifics have long been covered up within his family, and it's unclear whether it was even consensual or not. Regardless, the effects of that union have rippled through the generations and left the young boy with a few peculiarities that did not serve him well in his youth. Ani wished to become a servant of the Church. Unfortunately, his bloodline was enough to keep him well outside of their favor; they would tolerate his family and himself coming to services, and partaking to an extent, but an actual induction into the order was unthinkable. Ani would settle for no less. When he was of age, he began to take careful note of what the interests of the Church were, always studious in it's doctrines and teachings. As soon as he saw or caught wind of something that he felt could benefit the Church, he was there, welcomed or not - he was no divine warrior, but he slowly became a warrior regardless, who dedicated himself to the Church's cause despite their efforts to distance themselves from him. Ani's mother and father were apprehensive of the young man's lofty goals; while they did not oppose what he sought, they expected him to be highly disappointed when it inevitably failed to materialize. Year after year passed, Ani working with all his might and will to earn the acceptance of the elders, and prove that he was not tainted in spirit as he was in body. It took time, and countless dangerous missions undertaken with no promise of reward. It took almost a decade, in fact, before the Church finally even acknowledged his existence as a force for their cause. Over time he had become almost a fixture; on rare occasion, he actually beat some paladin to their mission by being well-informed via a sympathetic priest, and accomplished it beforehand. For all they could say against him, he certainly was zealous, and that zeal was to be put to good use - or so certain priests thought. Others were less than inclined to agree. Eventually Ani was inducted into the Order and made a proper Paladin - it was the happiest moment of his life, and the culmination of all that he had sought to attain to. He had persevered beyond what his family or soon-to-be superior had ever expected of him, and reached his goal at last. It was not, however, without it's challenges afterwards. The relatively rigid interpretation of his code by some priests clashed with certain ideals Ani himself held of what was in the best interest of the Church. He accomplished things far faster than paladins who would not resort to tactics such as beating a confession out of a heretic, or threatening a surrendered bandit with death if he did not cooperate with providing information about his overlords. But the Church - particularly Elder Hastings - didn't need to know that, of course... just that he got the information and averted the threat. Of course, the Church eventually did find out, and the responses were mixed. He had, due to his private training, become one of the more powerful paladins in their service; and no one could doubt his loyalty to their cause for an instant. But he was not an idealist in the least; and for some of the elders, this was a particular problem that only served to prove their suspicions about his heritage's corruption. As a result, Ani's assignments have tended to be those that place him furthest from the Church for the longest period of time, often on what are deemed to be the most relatively unimportant tasks. Thus his assignment to Lerick, a distant and virtually unknown village that just barely managed to register as a blip on the radar of Ani's superiors. To the hierarchy, it is a chance that Ani may be disposed for several months away from the important affairs. To Ani, it is another opportunity to prove his worth for the cause of righteousness. Hooks Elder Hastings: A cleric in the order who is a fundamentalist, "by-the-book" leader. Having opposed the inclusion of one with tainted blood in the holy order, Hastings has, since being overridden by his colleagues, sought whatever means possible to bring about Ani's expulsion. Failing that, he aims to at least minimalize how many are aware that he does, in fact, represent the church. It is Hastings who makes certain that Ani is assigned to relatively obscure corners of the land, including most recently, Lerick. Elder Hanover: A colleague of Hastings of equal rank in the hierarchy, Hanover has clashed with Hastings repeatedly over the years. Ani is merely the most recent example of the long history of disputes between the two men. It was Elder Hanover who saw Ani as a potential force for good, and made note of what priests and assistants felt likewise. A careless word dropped in the right place was often Elder Hanover's means of informing Ani, through unwitting accomplices, of missions he might be of assistance in. Ani is unaware of Elder Hanover's favor towards him, or the part he played in steering him along towards his goal of Paladinhood. As far as he knows, Elder Hanover is simply another superior in the hierarchy - though one more cordial than Hastings, on the rare and official occasions they have interacted. Flint Drophammer: A dwarven cleric, and one of the ministers in the local parish where Ani grew up. Flint has been Ani's most outspoken supporter, which has consequently kept him in a low position in the church's priesthood. It was Flint who served as Ani's prime contact in the church before his induction to the order. When the stout priest overheard or picked up on some piece of information about a new lead - usually from the ever-so-careless Elder Hanover's lips - Ani was the first person Flint sought. It was Flint's encouragement that assisted Ani the greatest during the many times he was tempted to give up his goals. As a result, Ani considers Flint the closest person to a brother he has known.   If you'll allow the indulgence, I've written some background snippets about Ani from a prior game I played him in. I think these express his personality, goals, and motives to a greater extent than I could summarize. Also, I'm proud of them and like showing them off.   "You're joking." Ani said flatly, an expression of mixed sarcasm and incredulity gracing his features. "Absolutely not." came the firm and confident response from the armored man. "He has lain down his weapons and surrendered. He will come for judgment - we can force nothing out of him. It would be dishonorable." Ani and Lexon looked briefly at the man whom they were discussing. The black-robed, rotten-toothed human had been at the source of several kidnappings and sacrificial murders in the last month, and this was the third time the Church had intervened to apprehend him. He'd gotten further away this time, however - and killed more people beforehand. "You mean like the last two times, where he escaped before the execution? Look, Lex, you know he's working for someone else who keeps getting him out, and it's not going to stop unless you find out who it is." "The Church will find out via proper, lawful means. The Church is responsible for his arrest, capture, and punishment, and it will be done properly; not by some devil-blooded wannabe in the middle of a forest, and not by myself, who is a faithful son of the Church - obeying it's laws." Lexon's contempt was coming through as he emphasized the word "lawful," and was unabashed at the close of his sentiment. Ani shook his head. "You're an idiot, Lexon. You're just going to get more people killed when he escapes next time. You'd be better to leave him out here; at least he wouldn't get close enough to town to start killing again on his way out. The law says that the guilty are to be tried and punished for their crimes against the innocent. You don't think it's going against the whole idea to let them commit more crimes so you can do the trial in the proper way? He's had his 'trial' - there's no doubt he's killed people. Hell, he admits it!" Ani stepped towards the kneeling and bound man, kicking him swiftly in the knee to get his attention. "Hey, Redfield! You deny killing anybody?" "Only those not yet marked for the Master." came the cold reply, uttered through grinning lips. "He's already been through a trial, for Filinon's sake! What do you think the extra charges are going to do? Make you kill him HARDER?" Lexon shook his head. "You'll never understand true righteousness, Tiefling. And the last I checked, you're no paladin - you're not even an adept. You're just some wild-minded, rebellious fool who thinks he can redeem the darkness infesting his soul by meddling with the Church's business. No one asked you to come here, Ani. Now I'm asking you to leave." Ani turned, facing Redfield and rushing past a protesting Lex in a flash. In an instant, his gauntlet had smashed his left cheekbone, blood and bone dribbling out of the captured man's mouth. "Stop!" yelled Lexon, drowned out by the intensity of Ani's questioning. "Who is your master? Who is your master?!?" he shouted repeatedly, before the wind was knocked from his lungs by a sudden impact from behind - it was Lexon, and he tackled Ani to the ground. They rolled briefly before Lexon seized the advantage, drawing his sword in the final turn to sit atop Ani, the point of his blade at his throat. "You vile demon-tainted wretch. You strike an unarmed and bound man, and expect to be a Paladin?!" Ani's eyed widened in fear for a moment, before the realization of his aggressor's limitations fully set in, and he laughed. "Well, I'm unarmed too, aren't I Lex? What are you going to do, stab me? The law says that the guilty are to be punished, and he was already decreed to be worthy of death by trial. He escaped before it could be carried out - so what next? Will he be given an axe to defend himself before his beheading? Or is it that neither of us are wearing the 'official clothes?' I'm just saying we should follow the Church's orders myself. They ordered his death - we're just executing it where you and I both know an executioner would fail. He'll escape again, Lex. 'I Surrender' isn't supposed to be a magic and meaningless anti-Paladin spell." Lexon stood up, staring at Ani down the length of his still aggressively-held blade. "There is no 'we,' tiefling, and there never will be. The hells will freeze over before you are considered a Paladin." He turned and approached Redfield, yanking him up forcefully to lead him off on the long journey to town. As they left, the robed murderer turned to look at Ani... and he smiled.   Ani watched as his hands gripped Lex's throat firmly, the Paladin's eyes bulging with pressure and shock at the unexpected attack. He had been caught sleeping, and Ani's murderous rage was more than enough to overcome him. "Foul...creature..." were the last words he choked before his life fully left him, his body falling limp upon his blood-soaked bedroll. Ani shot up in bed, awakened in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, he released a heavy sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow. Just a dream... Just another dream. The nightmares had plagued him as long as he could remember; since a child, in fact. They always served as an unpleasant reminder of what his heritage really was, and what it called him to be. Not that the Church would allow him to forget. Slowly he rose from his bed and extinguished the fire he had made earlier. He had timed his rest well; it was about 1 am, and he expected to be upon Lexon and Redfield by morning. Lexon would, of course, take the main road all the way back to town, because "a paladin always honors the proper and right path," or so was his explanation. In any event, that path was longer, so cutting across the wilderness should save a considerable amount of time. The only thing he had to be careful for was overshooting their position. Taking up his gear, Ani made preparation to set out in the darkness. -- A flame... thought Ani. He had spent several hours trekking through the forests, though he still was surprised to see signs of an active camp so soon. If this was Lex's site he had come upon, they had gotten far less of a distance than he had anticipated, even for hauling a bound man. Staying to the trees, the planetouched paladin-in-training (in his own mind, at least) carefully drew closer to the camp. Something seemed afoot. The site was about 50 feet off of the main road, which was far different from what he knew of Lex's character to do. Beyond that, there was a large pile of stones at the far end over the fire. Ani squinted, trying to see clearly through the flames... "Oh. Oh god." Ani drew his blade, breaking from the treeline in a sudden and frenzied rush. Redfield was standing over Lexon's bound and unconscious form, which he had lain upon his makeshift altar. The dark 'priest' had his knife raised high overhead and his back to Ani's position; he did not seem to be aware he was being watched. "No!" shouted the tiefling... to no apparent distraction. Violently the knife was plunged down into Lex's chest, sending a shower of blood onto the surrounding plantlife. Redfield paused for a moment and then slowly turned towards the area Ani's voice had rung from. His mouth bore a cold smirk, his eyes a confident stare, as he prepared to taunt the newcomer. He was unprepared for the cold, hard shoulder that slammed into his chest, knocking him into the bloody stone altar behind him and subsequently to the ground. Redfield's eyes widened as Ani raised his sword high overhead in much the same manner as the madman had done moments before. "Wait... Don't you want to know how I-" *Splortch!* The camp was silent, save for the crackle of the ambers in the fire. Redfield's face was locked in an expression of undignified fear and shock, a sword protruding from his forehead that went at least a foot into the ground below. "For your crimes against the people and Church of Filinon, you are hereby sentenced to death. May your soul never find rest." Ani looked over to Lex's desecrated corpse. His lip quivered as he stepped closer and reached out for the blade protruding from his chest... his soul did not recoil as it should have when he pulled it out. The cursed steel instantly felt "right" in Ani's hands. A dark aura began to pulse up and down the course of the blade, turning even the blood that coated it a darker shade of red. The power... Ani felt the darkness in the item touching his soul... and he felt his soul answering. His own thoughts and emotions began to bend, becoming something darker. Becoming what he had been in his dreams. Falling to his knees, the fighter - for that was all he was, and all he could see himself ever being - threw the knife into the campfire. A rush of emotions and thoughts flooded his mind, ranging from a sense of loss for what he had rejected to a feeling of condemnation. The most forceful source was that he felt that Lex was right. He had not been tempted to become something - he had been tempted to let something he already was take control. Falling back against the stone altar, now laced with streams of blood trickling down it, Ani looked up at the paladin he could neither save nor redeem. He looked at the corpse of his murderer, violently dispatched with the blade still driven like a pike through his skull. He looked at the knife sitting unharmed in the flames, still calling out to his soul. Ani curled up against the altar, and he wept.

[reivision]

Jerul Lysik Character Sheet   Name Huh? Ye wanna know about the wizard? Well, which bloody one? There's been a lot of them hooded folk like yourself wandering through here recently. ...Oh, ye must be talking about that -- oh, what's his name -- Jerul! Jerul Lysik. Yeah, he's the one you're looking for. Race Well o'course he's human. How'd ye not know that if you're looking for him? Say, who are you anyway? I don't recognize ye as being from around here, and your staff looks rather odd; can't say I've ever seen a metal staff before... P-Please forgive me, sir, I didn't know who you were...I'll tell you anything I know. Just please...don't hurt me. Class How many years has he been studying with Master Aladar? ...Please give me a moment to remember, sir, it's been a while...I last saw Jerul back in the winter of '34...so I'd say he's been studying with the Master 'bout six years now. How intensely? Gee, I don't really know that, sir. You say it sounds like he's got about six...levels worth of experience as a wizard? That's a mighty strange way of measuring someone's experience, if you don't mind my saying so, sir. Party Role Can he hold his own in combat? Haha, that's a good one, sir! Hahaha...oh, err, ye weren't joking? Uh, well let's just say Jerul's more at home with his books and parchment than with a blade in his hands. Or a bow, for that matter. Truth be told, sir, I've heard he's a bit of a coward. He'd be as likely to tie you up with his magicks than spill any real blood himself. That being said, I also hear that he's uncommonly sharp for his age. Knows a lot, and knows about some things that a boy that age has no right knowing about. Come to think of it though, there are some things a boy that age should know about that he probably doesn't. If you catch my drift, sir. Too many damn books. Alignment Jerul's a pretty nice guy, sir. He's not a real stickler for the rules unless he can see a good point to them, but his heart is in the right place. He'd probably give you the robes off his back if he saw ye really needed them. Although they might be a tad long for even ye, sir. Appearance Why's that, ye say? Let me tell ye, sir: Jerul Lysik is about as tall as they come. It's well over six feet from his sandals to his mop of brown hair. He's got pale skin and these pretty gray eyes. His face would look feminine if it weren't so damn high off the ground. Thin as a rail, too. I guess Master Aladar doesn't worry too much about feeding his apprentices well. Say, did I say something funny? Why are you laughing, sir? Personality Ah...I guess I'll take ye word for it, sir. Like I said earlier, Jerul doesn't have the fiercest of spirits. He's always been a quiet lad, not saying much but taking everything in. We used to think maybe he even had some speech impetus--impetuh--err, problem. Hardly ever spoke a word to anyone while he was here in Lerick. Always had a thing for books, though. Tore through any book he could get his huge hands on. Also spent a lot of time writing. Probably wrote more words down than he's ever spoken aloud, ha! Background / Motivation / Goals   Don't ask me, sir. Ye can read it for yourself! I uh...normally wouldn't share these with just anyone, sir. Just saying. Those mages are pretty damn protective of their journals. Jerul's tamer than most, but Master Aladar would just abou' kill me if he knew I had copies of pages from his journal. Actually, scratch that -- the Master would kill me, no question about it. So please don't ask how I got these. Thank ye, thank ye, sir. If I can be of any further service, just call fer me. Originally Posted by Jerul Lysick (Sixth day of the tenth month of the year 634) This journal is the property of Jerul Lysik. Master Aladar says I needn't write my own name in my mage's journal. He says if someone else is reading it, I've already lost the right to get it back. No one besides myself should ever read my mage's journal. There, I've underlined it. Master Aladar says it's quite important. He also says I should stop writing in it since he's right th-- Originally Posted by Jerul Lysik (Seventh day of the tenth month of the year 634) I do wish Master Aladar would stop smacking me with his staff whenever he wishes me to cease whatever activity in which I am currently engrossed. I fear it shall have a detrimental effect on my rather formidable mental capacities. Perhaps there is a way I can test this hypothesis. However, to do so would require me to willfully incite such responses from the Master. This would most likely be an unwise course of action. In any case, allow me to make a proper introduction. I am Jerul Lysik of the town of Lerick, out by the Great Range. My father Harald Lysik tends to a small farm with my younger sister Adriana. My mother died bearing Adriana. Father jokes that she has to be twice the feminine influence in the house with both him and myself there. Except that I'm not, anymore. Father always said Master Aladar had special plans for me, but he never really elaborated on what those might be. I wonder if they might have something to do with I suppose I will find out on my own now. A week ago, there was a knock at the door of our little cottage. Father opened the door to reveal a tall, cloaked and hooded figure bearing a long staff. Suffice it to say that I was impressed at the Master's appearance. After giving in to my insistent questioning, Father had described him as a powerful man who had softened in his old age. I'm not so sure I agree. I would not characterize Master Aladar as "soft" in any sense. Master Aladar calls for me. I must away. Likely to grind amphibian spleens or some other such strange task. ~ Jerul Originally Posted by Aladar (Twenty-fifth day of the second month of the year 640) Today marks seventeen years to the day since I entrusted Jerul to Harald's care. Mayhap there is a certain cosmic order to these kinds of events. Yesterday I received rather troubling news that Rajadin is not quite as dead and gone as I had believed. Rumors say that a formidable necromancer is rising in the east, gathering all manner of evil to his undead banner. A necromancer wielding a staff of cold, black steel. Where or how Rajadin has regained his powers is beyond my imagining, but I fear I will have to take up my staff again. These tidings cast a dark shadow over what should be a joyous day. Jerul has learned much, and quickly at that. For the past six years, his beaked nose has been buried almost constantly in the tomes of my library or in the pages of his journal. While I had planned to make the lad a journeyman today, I now have double the reason for wanting to create some distance between myself and Jerul. Should my former pupil seek vengeance against me, I would like Jerul to be far from the action. If our almost inevitable contest should be anything like our previous battles, there will be much collateral fallout. In any case, it will do Jerul good to be out and about in the wider world. There is much to be learned here in the tower, but there are many more lessons that can only be taught outside these magicked walls. And, gods forbid, should Rajidin prove more than my equal, it shall most likely fall to Jerul to defeat his predecessor. I would not wish that heavy burden on my new apprentice's lanky shoulders. But alas, my heart grows weary at the thought of the toils ahead, should the rumors prove as true as I fear they are. You never learn, do you? Did you really think training a second, kinder magus would alleviate your guilt, Aladar? I can almost hear Master Elthus' laughter from the nether world. - A. Originally Posted by Jerul Lysik (Twenty-sixth day of the second month of the year 640) Today is my first official day as Journeyman Lysik. Journeyman Lysik. Sounds strange to my ear. I shall probably retain the simple name of Jerul. Perhaps Journeyman Jerul? I suppose I knew the day was coming, but it was still a surprise. It hardly seems like six years have passed since I first entered the Master's tower with nothing but the clothes on my back. I suppose I have learned some things here and there, but I cannot help but feel there is so much I have yet to discover, and that there are horizons beyond of which I am not even aware. Master Aladar always said that learning only increases one's awareness of how much one does not know. With that in mind, going to somewhere I do know seems like a good place to start. I have often wondered how Father and Adriana have fared since I last saw them two summers ago. I suppose I shall find out soon enough. I also suppose I have my fair share of wandering and ...adventures ahead of me. Master Aladar explicitly warned me not to return until he had heard of my exploits in the Mare's Head. Given how little real news reaches the grungy tavern, I figure I will need to slay nigh seven dragons ere that day comes. I never did understand why Master enjoys frequenting the rather pungent establishment. ~Jerul Concerning Possibly Overpowered Wizards I have to admit that this would be my first time ever playing any caster class. I've only been playing D&D for about a year now, the vast majority of that experience coming from this site. I run off the online SRD, as I don't own any real (D&D) books. All this is to say that if you're worried a straight wizard will end up being overpowered compared to the rest of the party, I can pretty confidently assure you that that will not be the case. Especially since my focus is on role-playing fun anyway... Also, in hindsight, I'm realizing that Jerul's background reads a lot like a mashup of Harry Potter and Star Wars...ugh. I assure you that any similarities are purely the work of my devious subconscious. Whether that should reassure you is another matter, I suppose.

[GetSomeLeaves]

Name: Yara Talith
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Sorcerer 4/ Dread Witch 2 (Heroes of Horror pg. 98)
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance: Yara is in a word gorgeous. She's tall for a half-elf and thin but with curves in all right the places. Her physical traits are the perfect mix of her elven and human heritage, taking the best parts of both and combining them into a stunning woman. Her facial features are highly elven, with high angular cheekbones, bright green, almond shaped eyes and pointed ears. The rest of her body takes after her human side. Long, straight blonde hair frames her face and falls past her shoulders, and her skin is tanned, giving her an exotic look. Even if she didn't have any magical abilities, her looks alone would be enough to fascinate and hypnotize most men and even some women.

She prefers to wear light, flowing, colorful, expensive dresses though is just as comfortable, and alluring, in a shirt, breeches and boots. The only weapon she carries is a dagger, though she rarely ever has to make use of it.