[Characters] Character Descriptions

[JustDave]

For now, just put your character names/descriptions here. As the party meshes, we can put the public link to the character sheets as well.

[Valeur]

Name: Azura Cabryl
Age: 18
Race: Human
Description: Azura stands 5,5 feet tall and is slender by human standards, with dark blue eyes and long hair so blonde it is almost white. Her heart-shaped face, full lips and small, graceful nose has undone the heart of many a young man. Although considered beautiful by most, she's not one to flaunt it, as she cloaks herself in a bland, dirt-brown hooded tunic and tight leather leggings. As she walks by you, you can't help but get the feeling she tries to make herself as little as possible; arms crossed and hugging her sides, head bowed and with fast strides.

[Alexader]

Application Name: Moradin Ironsoul Race: Dwarf Class: Cleric Domains: Magic, Healing Religion:Cleric of Cayden Cailean, The Lucky Drunk. (Since you did not list any dieties I am assuming that we are using the standard Golarian Pantheon.) Alignment: Chaotic Good Age: 130 Description: A picture is worth a thousand words. Fear: Moradin's greatest fear is losing someone before their time, that he could have saved had he simply been strong and/or fast enough. Personality: "Bah, Moradin, yeah he be a tough Dwarf. Don't ye be doubting that, but he's not so bad once ye get to know em." Gondak the elder bartender replied to the young acolytes question with a snort that could have easily been confused with indigestion. "Look, he be hard on ye because he don't want some filthy orcs axe buried in yer skull, but don't ye be worrying too much. He's got a soft spot for young folk such as yerself." "Gondak!!" a shout from the door rang through the bar and gathered the attention of the evenings patronage with the similar effect of an explosion from some confounded gnome contraption. "Mind ye not be telling the kid fibs, ye know as well as I do I be just as easily putting me own hammer there meself if he don't put down that beer and get busy preparing for the mornin service." The younger dwarf wisely headed to the door with a quick look back at his abandoned drink only to receive a wink from the old timer as he headed out the door. "Ye still got the old touch I see," the bartender stated as Moradin emptied the abandoned mug and motioned for a refill. "Bah!" the surly dwarf replied before downing the second drink and wiping a sleeve of his habit across his mouth removing the remaining moisture from his beard. "He be a good kid, shows promise too, but don't ye be telling him I said that or I really will be having a place to rest me hammer and it wont be in the boy." History A new beginning Once, the building may have been a glorious temple. Now, it was nothing more than a shattered cacoon left on the bark of the tree of time. Its inhabitant had long past moved on to greener pastures on the delicate wings of fate. Seeing the building, sadly in need of much repair, for the first time Moradin had been filled with hope. Others might have seen a lost cause; a relic of a long gone age for truly the gods themselves had abandoned the town of true crossroads. As he walked through the once hallowed nave he could almost see the congregation that once sat here. Here the people of Crossroad had worshiped their god, but now only a few broken pews and tattered tapestries remained. The church had long since been stripped of any useful furniture, but they could be rebuilt. He was not the most accomplished craftsman, but he was a dwarf and it ran in his blood. He was a fair hand both with the smith’s hammer and the tools of carpentry. Combined with his knowledge of architecture he had little doubt he could restore it to its former glory. The nearby wood would provide him with what he needed and while he was unawair of any ore veins in the area he was certain that one could be found with some searching. If not, he would have to travel to the so called new crossroads and purchase what he needed. As he reached the end of the aisles he walked slowly up the stage where the pulpit once stood. He could see himself preaching the word of the lucky drunk from that very spot. He had seen it in the vision he had received from his patron, it was his purpose to be here and to bring the gods back into this town. Who better than Cayden Cailean, the lucky drunk, the accidental hero, do good by your fellows and good by your beer, they were ideals he believed most could stand behind. "Aye, one day Cayden," the surly dwarf vowed reverently touching the beer mug on his breastplate," the people of this town be knowin ye like I be knowin ye and be singing ye praise."

[Battlechaser]

Name: Bareris Brenner
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Inquisitor
Deity: Pharasma
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance:


Bareris usually dresses in a long, darkbrown leather coat, which utterly fails to conceal his muscular form. The haft of his falchion sticks out over his right shoulder. A cruel-looking serrated knife hangs in a sheet on his belt. He keeps his sleek black hair tied back in a pony tail. Hidden in the shadows from a black hat cold, golden eyes stare right at you out of a pockmarked, greyish-green face. His countenance is made even more grim and foreboding by the numerous testimonies of the fights Bareris has gotten - and still gets- into: a broken left tusk, the scar that narrowly misses his right eye, the crooked nose and a cauliflower ear. An almost palpable aura of menace seems to surround this lonely figure as he stalks the streets of Magnimar.

Personality:

The half-orc is a cold, relentless and efficient hunter of those who oppose his goddess. Using his street-skills or just by plain intimidation he gets the information he needs to find his mark. He will get his target or die trying - though most times it just results in severely injuries or the death of those who stand in his way. Bareris never looses his temper - quite a change compared to his behavior before the illness - but sometimes his eyes smolder with a barely contained anger.

Background:

[epelj1]

Application Name: Jaya Age: 21 Description: Standing at 4'-9" Jaya is slightly small for her race, though living in seclusion, she'd never know it. She's 85 lbs of pure Yeah, it's a word, who knew.sinewy muscle. She wears the most minimalistic of clothing, or coverings, as they hardly qualify as garments. A large portion of her coverings are simply strings tied in knots, left dangling. A majority, though, adorn her head, keeping her race and true identity from anyone she should come across in the wild.

[Statutory Plum]

Name:Ysuran Horindill ( Pronunciation e-sir-aan)
Race: Elf
Age:130
Description: Ysuran, tall and stoic He stands at an impressive 6"4 but weighs a meager 175 pounds. His elven features are not subdued; long ears, a most pointed chin and cheek bones would lead most to think him bookish and overly serious. However his short and well trimmed silver hair is a little out of place for most elves but looking upon his scale mail one can see that its trimmed more for convenience sake than that of a neglect of his heritage. He carries on his hip an exotic looking sword known as a falcatta along with a Kukri on his back a large shield made of steel bearing an insignia of a blue rose. all while riding a Palomino mare.





This is a picture of Ysuran's trusty mare http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=...electedIndex=1