[Characters] The Characters

[Cardassian]

The list of characters here

Common equipment; 1 set Commoners Outfit. 1 set Soft Boots. 1 Wineskin. Flint and Steel. Eating kit (pan, fork, knife, and spoon), and cloak. Slings have 15 stones, Bows have 20 Arrows. Keep track of ammunition during combat. After the battle, roll a 1D10 for each stone/arrow fired. On a 1 the arrow/stone is either destroyed or lost.

Player's Name	Character's Name	Race	Gender	Secondary Skill	Class Goal	Equipment	Money
Scarecrow71	Phixi Fombenidi	Gnome	Female	Gambler	Illusionist Mage	Dagger, Sling, Gaming Dice, Gaming Cards	10 GPs
Kweheri x	Calantha	Half Elf	Female	Herbalist	Druid	Short Bow, Staff, Bandages	6 GPs
Seekr34	Zenuvir Kuoneiros	High Elf	Male	Hunter	Ranger	Short Bow, Hand Axe, Staff, Knife, Backpack, Bedroll, 3 Beaver Pelts	4 GPs
Malkavianmilkball x	Murinin Grumblestone	Dwarf	Male	Trader (Barter, Appraise)	Fighter/Cleric	Hand Axe, Dagger, Merchant's Outfit	15 GPs
Ghostwalking x	Andreyn Smallburrow	Lightfoot Halfling	Male	Cooking	Thief	Iron Pot, Cooking Utensils, x3 Lbs Spices, Sling, Butcher Knife, Backpack	8 GPs
StevetheNPC x	Tom Meriwether	Human	Male	Hunter	Fighter	Short Bow, Small Game Trap, Knife, Backpack, Bedroll, 3 Fox Pelts	4 GPs

If the group believes they need an NPC (support only) help, let me know otherwise you are the group in this strange and creepy land

NEW NOTE; If you are short on two attributes. Change your two highest scores to the minimum scores needed and place them in the attributes required.

[Scarecrow71]

Character's Name: Phixi Fombenidi
Race: Gnome
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good (with some Chaotic tendencies)
Age: 63
Height: 3' 2"
Weight: 78 lbs.

What Class do you want to pursue?
Phixi has heard about the art of Illusion, with goes along quite nicely with her trying to practice the art of deception and sleight of hand and such. She is hoping that she can eventually learn to be an Illusionist, which may help her win back some of her possessions (if not outright just "borrow" them back).

Secondary Skill
Phixi is a Gambler, through and through. While she prefers to play cards, she never misses the opportunity to place or accept a wager on almost any topic or game. Runes, dice, cards, who will win the next footrace, which person will get the next drink - if you can bet on it, she is probably the one encouraging you to do so.

Appearance
A bit short, even for a Gnome. Average weight, and she carries it and herself as appropriate for the situation she finds herself in. She likes to wear colorful clothing when she is out cavorting and gambling, believing that wild patterns and designs and odd colors will help to throw off other card players at whatever table she sits at. She prefers pantaloons to dresses, with long sleeves and high boots the in-fashion thing (or so she tells herself).

She has large, brown eyes, and her pointed and pierced ears stick out from her long brown hair...which is mostly covered with a cap or hat to match her colorful outfits.

Background
Phixi was born to poor parents in the gnomish village of Spoonernook, the first and, thankfully, only child. Her father was a disabled former miner, while her mother was a failed seamstress. As such, she grew up with little food in her stomach and even less coin in her pockets. Even the hut they lived in was worse off for them being in it...but it was home.

She always wanted the better things in life, and she kept saying to anyone who would listen that one day she'd make a fortune in coin. Unfortunately, she has a lousy work ethic, and is looking to get that fortune the quick and easy way - through gambling. She found early on that she had some knack for counting cards and somehow being able to predict the outcome of dice throws. It was more luck than anything else, but she kept at it - working to become better, even against her own nature to avoid work - until she was comfortable enough to stop taking pints of milk from small children and get into actual card games with others. That was where the real action was.

At first she did ok. Win a few coins here, lose a few there, get them back the next day. This cycle went on and on for a few months, and she eventually started to have some coin on her. But it wasn't enough; she wanted more, and she wanted more NOW. She started taking chances on card games that she shouldn't have, and it put her in a bind. She not only lost her coin, but she started losing whatever possessions she had that had any value. Caps, cloaks, boots. Rings, books, plates, cups. She would have even lost her father's house were it not for her not having the deed to it on her person.

Broke and with no prospects, she kept trying to win. Anything. Any game of chance, anyone who would take whatever bet she put forth. It just kept getting worse. Sure, she'd make enough some days to at least eat, but overall she wasn't getting better. She thought that maybe, perhaps, her fortune had to be won outside of Spoonernook. Maybe? She set off to go find out if that fortune was out there, beyond the village walls...

[ghostwalking]

Character's Name: Andreyn Smallburrow (Character Sheet)
Race: Lightfoot Halfling
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 20
Height: 41 inches
Weight: 65 pounds

What Class do you want to pursue?
The word "thief" never sat well with Andreyn. But he rarely had the coin to pay for ingredients, so he often liberated what he needed from orchards, gardens, kitchens, and shops. A few dates from the fruit vendor. A bit of saffron from the spice market. Some basil and radishes spotted in someone's kitchen garden. It's not like he needed much. They'd probably not even notice if he was in and out quick enough.

Secondary Skill
Andreyn enjoys cooking and eating and savoring tasty things, though not gluttonously.

Appearance
Andrey is pretty average in height and build, for a halfing. His wavy chestnut hair bounces slightly as he walks, with his brown eyes always on the lookout for a patch of wild onion or perhaps a few mushrooms. And he's quite careful with his hygiene. Smelling like you just got chased through someone's hog pen will put off the delightful aroma from the bottle of wine you may, or may not, have been running with.

Andreyn wears earthen tones with some greys and blacks thrown in. He can't afford particularly good clothing, so he tries to take care of what he can acquire.

Background
Andreyn's family moved around a lot when he was a child. They travelled by a shallow bottom boat they called home and fished the rivers, estuaries, and shallow coastal waters for food and for trade. Fish with every meal drove the youngling to hunger for greater variety. So he took to the acquisition of recipes and ingredients to brighten their meals.

[StevetheNPC]

Character's Name: Tom Meriwether (Character Sheet)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good
Age: 19
Height: 5 ft 10 in
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Blonde (rough, short)
Eyes: Brown
What Class do you want to pursue?: Fighter
Secondary Skill: Hunter

Tom Meriwether: Lawful Good Human Lvl 0 Peon, AC 10 (no armor), HP 6, THACO 20, Move 12, XP 0
Str: 13, Dex 11, Con 13, Int 8, Wis 9, Cha 10

Appearance:
Tom, or "Thomas" as his grandmother always called him, is a young human male of average height. His young, boyish face is well tanned, and he wears his coarse, straw colored hair quite short. Tom has deep brown eyes and an oddly large, square chin. He is usually found wearing average looking clothing that is highly utilitarian in nature -- very sturdy, and lots of pockets and loops for securing and carrying things.

Background:
Tom was born the younger of two boys, his older brother having left home to join the crew of a merchant ship several years earlier. His mother works as a nurse, assisting with caring for the sick and elderly at a nearby hospital. Tom's father is a hunter/trapper, making a rather decent living by trading game meat to the local residents, and selling animal skins to a furrier in the region.

Tom spent most of his childhood tagging along with his father while he was hunting, reluctantly soaking up the knowledge that his father imparted to him. But Tom's true desire was to join the military when he was old enough, so that he could live out the heroic tales of knights and soldiers which he had heard about throughout his younger days. Growing up, Tom always had his wooden sword - a stick, really - at his side. Recently, Tom has been sneaking away whenever possible to train in the martial arts with a member of the village watch who he befriended just a year before.

On holidays, or whenever his father was not out hunting for the day, Tom often went along with his mother to help her tend to the patients at the nearby hospital. He is certainly not a healer by any means, but thanks to his mother, he is no longer squeamish about changing a bloodied bandage or washing a gangrenous wound when it needs to be done.

[Kweheri]

Character's Name Calantha

Race; Half-Elf
Gender; F
Alignment; Neutral
Age; 15
What Class do you want to pursue?: Druid
Secondary skill: Herbalism

Appearance: Her Elven heritage was evident in her features, even when covered in mud and grime Cal' still radiated a graceful, delicate beauty.
Her eyes were bright with enthusiasm and curiosity, preferring practical clothing of earthy tones, with floral accents and patches of colour.
She would carry herself well even when filthy, almost oblivious to her appearance.
Her delicate face concealed her slender, yet strong body. Slim and flexible like a willow.

Background;
Prior to the sky opening up and changing her life, Calantha was happily foraging.
Their home sat just outside the edge of town, her father would hunt and tend to the woodland, her mother would tan hides and work the skins.
It was a simple life, close to the earth, feeling natural and right. Simple, yet content.

Her family never went hungry, and always had a warm home and clothes to wear. Even in winter, or the hot summer drought, which is more than could be said for some of the townsfolk.

They however couldn't afford schooling, but she learnt what she needed at home.
She could count, and read well enough. She knew which plants would stop a cut turning bad, and which would settle your stomach, but also which would unsettle it and flush you out! Which she wasn't fond of.

Much of her time was spent outside, learning the ways with either father or mother.
Both were vast sources of knowledge, far beyond their standing or recognition.

[Malkavianmilkball]

Character's Name: Murinin Grumblestone
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 40
Height: 4' 3"
Weight: 140 lbs.

What Class do you want to pursue?
Murinin practices the training of his father, and spreading the worship of his Mother's god in hopes to be a warrior priest one day, spreading faith on the battlefield and smites his god's foes.

Secondary Skill
Murinin learned to be a trader (Barter, Appraise) from his parents, and despite his bluff nature he knows a good deal when he sees one.

Appearance
Murinin is as stout as any young dwarf his age. He has chocolate brown hair and a meticulously groomed beard that is braided into three plats overtop of the rest of his beard. His brown eyes glimmer with restrained mirth, countenanced by his feigned stoic appearance.

Background
Murinin lived in a small village at the foot of a mountain, home to a clan of dwarves. The village operated as a point of trade for the clan, allowing them to sell their wares and also buy what few things they couldn't easy produce themselves, such as food. Murinin's mother and father ran one of the stores that bartered goods of the dwarves. Even at an early age Murinin was encouraged to learn how to run the store, both to build independence and also to free his parents to pursue their passions. He learned to fight from his father who had been an adventurer before he retired and married his mother. Murinin's mother was a priestess that ministered to the village, providing divine healing, as well as teaching to the children in both faith and academics. Murinin dreamed to one day leave the small village and live the stories his father told him, carrying his faith as his hammer and shield. Perhaps one day his dream may come true.

[Seekr34]

Bummer, I see we couldn't roll for money. Ah well....

[Seekr34]

Character Sheet: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=94437
Name: Zenuvir Kuoneiros
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Alignment: CG
Age is minimum for your race in PHB: Starting age is 100
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115
What Class do you want to pursue?: Ranger
Secondary Skill: Hunter - Makes sense being a ranger, he would know wood lore and tracking
Appearance: A typical High elf, pale skin, though he spends a great deal of time outdoors, his skin simply doesn't tan, no matter how long he is in the sun. His hair is blond hair and he has blue eyes. Dressed in light pastel shades over colors since he relies on hunting and woodsmanship, and he often wears cloaks of green for camouflage in forests. Armed with a bow and sword. He wears a medallion that shows a unicorn in a field, showing that he is a follower of Mielikki, Lady of the Forest.

Background; Provide a background of your childhood, hobbies, and what skills your parents taught you. I may add to your skill list.: Growing up in in High Forest, the main community was elves. Growing up, he learned everything that was to learn. Hunting, scouting, tracking, using a bow, a sword, and survival skills. It was a happy times for him. Although he trained in swordmenship, he had always favored the bow.

When he was old enough, in elven standards anyway, he decided to explore the world on his own. Like most high elves, he enjoyed a bit of everything, the forest, traveling alone, traveling with others. While some tribes of elves, either stayed to themselves, ignoring the outside world, and some simply avoids other races, mostly the humans, for they were unpredictable. The High elves though, were more open to other races, thinking it was important to know what was going on in the world besides their home.

The elves as a while, were lucky for that thinking though, for any problems that had aroused, they were warned ahead of time by the High Elves. Still stubborn, the other elves continue to keep to themselves, which made the High elves just shake their head.

Zen found enjoyment in meeting others as well as disappointment. They were right, out of all the surface races, the humans were the most unpredictable, for all the good and evil were bunched together. Still, he found traveling enjoyable, always awaiting for the next adventure.