[Characters] The Cast And Crew

[RainbowMagicPen]

When your sheet has been completed, post your character here for quick reference! Please format with the following code;

Code [fieldset="CHARACTER NAME AND CLASS"] [b]Name:[/b] [url="LINK TO COMPLETED SHEET"]CHARACTER NAME[/URL] [b]Race:[/b] [b]Class:[/b] [b]Alignment:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] Short blurb about what your character looks like, noticeable features, typical attire, etc. [b]Personality:[/b] Give me a feel for your character, it doesn't have to be detailed or perfect, but give me some basic things to start with. [b]Background:[/b] Where does your character come from? How did they end up here? I encourage use of Secret tabs if there's something your fellow party members shouldn't know! [/fieldset]

Once this is completed I'll make everyone a Private thread for future questions or concerns about a character, or for if there's information you feel you should share with me as a DM, but don't want the rest of the party to know.

[Sleeves]

Marroar the Barbarian Name: Marroar Race: Half-Orc Class: Barbarian Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Age:18 Appearance: 6 foot 2 inches tall, muscular and strong but with a slightly protruding gut. Pale green skin, a gaunt face with hazel eyes, and long, greasy black hair. Personality: Generally grumpy and rude, he does his best to keep his underlying rage from bubbling up to the surface. He likes drinking and finds satisfaction in hard labor, but does not like humans. He will tolerate them only if it benefits him. Background: Marroar grew up in the slums of Riddleport, learning very quickly how to defend himself from muggers and other unsavory figures. Doing odd jobs and stealing to help feed his 3 brothers and sister, he would not find legitimate work until his 14th birthday when he was hired as a bouncer for a local tavern, but was fired after a dispute with the owner beaten within an inch of his life and Marroar thrown in prison for 2 years. After that he has for the first time attempted to control his inner rage, to little effect. Given his reputation and personality, Marroar had few options for work. After hearing rumors of disturbances off the coast of Riddleport, he scrounged up as much money as he could and gathered up what little he could afford for his adventure, hoping to get out of the city that had trodden on him all of his life... for better or worse.

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Ashe the Ranger Name: Ashe Race: Half-Elf (Drow) Class: Ranger Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Age: 27 Appearance: Thin and lithe, at a paltry 130lbs, Ashe stands at 5'8" tall. She has the appearance of a Drow elf but for a noticeable brown tint to her skin and a certain roundness to her ears. She generally ties her white hair back or puts it up in some way, which changes depending on the day and her whim. Her eyes are white, with only the slight indication of a pupil. Personality: Ashe is rather antisocial, to put it lightly. While she tolerates company when necessary, she rarely does so without complaint. Ashe has quite the sharp tongue in that regard, insulting those unfortunate enough to be around her too long in scathing, but often entertaining ways. Her respect is hard earned, but not easily lost. To those who can endure the condescension, she is a loyal companion. While she is content to live off of the land, she is not immune to the call of wealth and excess. Anything that would be potentially advantageous to her is worth considering. Background: All Ashe knows is that she was found near Riverport at a young age. As a child she earned a bit of pity from the townspeople in Leeward District and she survived there, begging for scraps like many of the other orphaned children roaming the streets. As she got older, her presence drew more contempt than pity and she opted for a different setting. That was when she really began fending for herself, hunting for food in the wilds of Lurkwood Forest and the Stony Mountains when she was old and strong enough. On the odd days when she would return to Riverport for supplies and coin, she sold animal hides and other scavenged items to the crafters in the River District.

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Affyria the Rogue Name: Affyria Race: Tiefling Class: Rogue Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Age: 64 Appearance: 5'3" and wiry, with fair skin, a long, flexible tail and yellow-orange eyes. A pair of horns curve down from the sides of her head, which is covered in thick, wavy brown hair that stops at about mid-neck. Barely into adulthood by Tiefling standards. Personality: Slow to trust and forever wary of others, Affyria nevertheless makes the most of what she has, takes pleasure in the little things, and does her best to always have a backup plan. Fond of coffee and card games, she's quick of wit, but quicker of foot. Background: Affyria's mother was a good, honest woman, and the last thing she expected was for her first daughter to be born with a tail. Left to her own devices at a fairly young age, Affyria floundered at first but learned fast and learned as she went, taking to life on the street like a fish to water, lying and stealing to keep from starving. Decades later, and she still resides in Riddleport. Nowadays she prefers more legal work, doing odd jobs in the Wharf District, but she's always happy to take to more shady dealings if the coin's right, and makes a habit of stealing for her own pleasure wherever the opportunity presents itself.

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Sulyxe the Mysterious Stranger Name: Sulyxe Race: Kitsune Class: Gunslinger - Mysterious Stranger Alignment: Chaotic Good Age: 25 Appearance: In his human form, he is six foot tall, His thick and wavy auburn hair turns a snowy white in the winter in both his human and Kitsune forms. In both forms his eyes are a golden, reflective amber. Built as one might expect from a life of adventuring, he is by no means slight of frame. Sporting a long leather duster and a dashing hat, he is the epitome of a mysterious stranger. Personality: Like many Kitsune, Sulyxe posseses a quick tongue and reputation for trouble. In contrast, however, he has never felt any spiritual affinity and shows little in the way of artistic talent. With a strong desire to do good but a blatant disregard for any and all rules, Sulyxe is gregarious and quick to action as well as wit. Background: Born Nanyaku Aymkara to his native clan, he new from an early age that he would never be satisfied living a quiet life amongst his clan. While his brothers and sisters of the clan focused on tradition, Sulyxe found himself obsessed with any information about the outside world that came in with the occasional merchant caravan. Stories of great cities, the fantastic deeds of heroes and villains alike, and the whispers of strange new technologies. With a wanderlust to rival the winds, Sulyxe only managed to make it to age fifteen before leaving his quiet village life for good. At first the "life of adventure" he had hoped for was an excercise in constant hardship, with many a night spent half-starved and sleeping in a ditch. Now, ten years later, he's grown more than accustomed to life on the road. Whether it's on the long roads between towns or in the alleyways of the kingdom's capital, Sulyxe is no stranger to surviving any situation.

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Vapora, the Monk Name: Vapora Race: Human Class: Monk Alignment: Lawful Neutral Age: 26 Appearance: He stands at 5'1", with light brown hair and hazel-coloured eyes. He has a tattoo of a dragon on his left arm, covering his shoulder and half of his back, is also slightly more muscley than your average guy. All around his life, Vapora always had something that distinguished him from everyone else: Scars. All over his torso, made by past encounters and several creatures. Personality: Vapora does not trust easy, which is the reason he has very few friends. He learned that trusting someone is like building a castle of glass, once it falls, there is almost close to no way of building it back. However, he can be very friendly and wistful when he needs to be, but to reach that stage? It's a long ride. Background: Born to a small town of monks, Vapora was introduced to the most ancient forms of martial arts known to man, trained every human sense, from vision, to hearing. After several years, Vapora dreamed of travelling, learning new cultures... so once he felt he was ready, he left his town, looking for knowledge in several areas of the world. Night after night, he still practices on his small camp, connecting to nature... . What his future is though, nobody knows.

[Kayoh]

Fenx the Bard Name: Fenx Al-Sa'id Race: Catfolk Class: Bard Alignment: Chaotic Good Age: 19 Appearance: Standing at six feet, two inches and a strong 180 pounds, Fenx is a rather sizeable cat, though average-built, with only enough muscle definition to appear just on the athletic side. His eyes are a deep amber hue and slightly reflective, with vertical slit pupils much commonly found within his kind. His entire body is covered in golden, dense fur, patterned with slightly darker stripes and splotches, very much resembling the ever-changing sands of his desert homelands. Between the large, triangular ears set on the top of his head, a longer patch of darker fur grows, forming a sort of crop of hair that falls just over his brow. Personality: Fenx is a whimsical fellow, who doesn't seem to take life seriously. He prefers to live life from day to day, often indulging in life's various luxuries, even if it means taking risks to get them. He can, however, be serious if need be, but he'd much rather play off a tense situation with a well-timed joke, or some other wise comment to try and diffuse the situation. He also has an obsessive love of music and greatly enjoys hearing tales people have to share. Background: Fenx grew up living in a nomadic merchant tribe, traveling across vast deserts between places, learning the tricks and trade of the world in the many merchant towns along the way. As a young kit, he was fascinated by the different people he encountered, and soaked up their tales and experiences in the form of an ever-growing want to make these events his own. With eyes set on adventure, he left his tribe at age of sixteen, hitching a ride on an associate merchant ship to cross the oceans into new lands. Upon arriving, he began making his living as a bard, using the knowledge he had accumulated over the years in his travels. Today, he's still playing instruments and singing for coin, but his thirst for full-world travel remains unquenched, often hindered by his compulsive habits of gambling and drink.

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Bartholomew the Cleric Name: Bartholomew Race: Human Class: Cleric Alignment: Lawful Good Age: 30 Appearance: Tall and fairly muscular, with lightly tanned skin and golden hair that also grows in a fine thick beard, although not as magnificent of a beard as he would like. Light green eyes are set in a face with strong bones. His clothes are those of an average citizen underneath the protection of parade armour while on duty. Personality: Bartholomew is obnoxiously good guy. He's the least corrupt cleric to ever live, faithful, patient, generous, kindly, chaste, chivalrous, polite, the list goes on… And he has absolutely no hesitation about inserting himself into situations where people aren't acting that way. Hence the part about having an obnoxious reputation in Riddleport. Background: Bartholomew Erasmus Kite — or Beck among his family, thanks to his initials — grew up in a happy home nowhere near Riddleport. In his 20s, he joined a holy order, brimming with youth's usual optimism at the prospect of spreading guidance and light among his fellows. A year or so ago, the order was sent to assist in trying to help Riddleport's denizens/citizens in missionary style, and they quickly used autonomous authority to make themselves the acting police force, so to speak. They haven't had much impact (or any to speak of), but it doesn't stop our priestly summoner from approaching each day with hopeful strength.