Name: Adrian Phalenost Age: 26 Race: Half-elf Class: Bard of Valor Abilities: Half-elf: Adrian inherited both human spirit and elven grace from his parents. He also has a natural tact for diplomacy. He can speak Common, Elven and a smattering of Sylvan and Halfling. College of Valor: Adrian chose to be of the college of valor. Valor bards favor spells that enhance the combat abilities of their allies and hinder the ones of their enemies. They are also decently proficient in light to medium armor and martial weapons. Folk Hero: Adrian comes from a simple rural background. About three quarters of his life was spent on the farm and with nature, so Adrian is proficient in animal handling and basic wilderness survival. He can also relate with his kin and can find places for the party to recuperate and rest among the common folk. Alignment: Chaotic Good Appearance: Height: 5'10 Weight: 165 lb. Eye color: Dark brown Hair color: White Personality: Adrian is always ready to lend help. He's also confident in his abilities and does what he can to instill confidence in others, whether by word or spell. He believes that nothing and no one can steer him away from his destiny. He has a special bond to his lute, his first and last childhood woodcarving endeavor. However, Adrian believes so much in his destiny that he's blind to his shortcomings and the risk of failure. Inventory: - Longsword - Dagger - Leather armor - Lute - Adventurer's Pack with five days' supply - Notebook with writing implements - Traveller's clothes - Blue brooch with Harper insignia - Spyglass History: Adrian was found on the doorstep of a humble yeoman farmer who lived in a small village along the Waterdeep-Neverwinter road. From a young age, the elf inside him manifested quickly. He taught himself how to read and write Elvish from a young age, using a dusty journal left behind by a traveller. The musical elf inside him was also apparent. He carved his own lute when he was five, and has never substituted it for any other instrument since. He also took a liking to Elvish songs and lore. However, he was also teased at from a young age because of his white hair and pointy ears. Adrian wasn't sure which side of him he was going to eventually surrender to. But one day, on the eve of Adrian's 'manhood' birthday, he was wandering into the nearby woods which had a reputation for being 'queer'. Because it was queer, and like the young man he was, Adrian obviously ventured in. He sat down by a lake and began singing a beautiful Elvish song, accompanied by his lute. When he had finished, he discovered that a beautiful fey lady - he wasn't sure what kind - had been listening to his song nearby. Impressed by such musicianship and handling of the Elvish language, the fey lady granted Adrian the gift of using his songs to manipulate the fabric of reality - he would become a bard. Not just any lute-plucking minstrel, a real bard. For the next four years, Adrian went to the same spot where he first sang his song and the fey lady would tutor him in his bardsmanship. That is, until one day the fey lady failed to appear. Instead of getting angry, Adrian thought that her disappearance meant it was time for him to put his skills to the test. Sure enough, one day hobgoblins besieged the village. Adrian was called up to the village militia. His insistence on bringing his lute with him made him the laughingstock of many of the 'tougher' village men, who deemed him a sentimental wimp. But every man was needed - time and time again the hobgoblins lead brutal charges against the village boundaries and they would not hold for much longer without outside help. However, the village men very, very soon changed their mind about Adrian. The 'White Warrior', as he was called afterwards, had apparently guided twenty militiamen to safety and with his magic forced a considerable amount of hobgoblin troops to retreat. He became a village hero. His aging father told him that the simple rural life was definitely not for him. Something greater was in store. Adrian set out from his village, armed with his lute and his militia gear. He became a travelling scholar, a part-time sellsword and even a Harper recruit specializing in intelligence-gathering. Yet, somehow, he felt that mere research of his destiny could not quench his spirit. Then he began having recurring dreams about the fey lady four years ago. He interpreted it as a message that his time to become a great hero was near. A Harper friend hit the nail on the hammer when he told Adrian that Korick the Halfling was looking for adventurers to participate in a mission to the High Moors. Notes: [hider=Inspiration] [img]http://i1.wp.com/images.geeknative.com.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/dnd5-bard.jpg?resize=1008%2C1307[/img] [/hider] (I didn't use it as an outright appearance because I wasn't sure of the gender.)