Name: Drachiathoryx 'Drache Sgarsiath'
Nickname: Fireball
Race: Half Dragon (Red) / Half Human (Anuirean)
Gender: Female
Age: 150
Birthday: Vermillio 51st 150DM
Birthplace: Near Pyresia
Resides in: Pyresia
Occupation: Archaeologist

Appearance:

Like most half-dragons, Drache is tall at 6' and covered from head to toe in scaled skin. Most of her hide is red, fading to a coppery-gold along her ventrum. Other than her bipedal shape, there is little to hint that her mother was human apart from a head of black hair that falls to her elbows. Her eyes are reptilian with vertical pupils and wisps of smoke drift from her nostrils when she is especially pissed. She has a pair of large dragon wings on her back, the thick muscles attaching them to her back suggesting that they are fully functional. Her tail is long and sinuous and watching her tail is often a better judge of her mood than her inhuman visage. She rarely wears shoes, mainly because her legs are elongated so that she walks on talons rather than human feet. She is buxom and shapely, and usually wears fine clothing that accentuates her features. It is common to see jewelry decorating her horns or her throat, a testament to her finds when treasure-hunting and tomb-raiding.

Personality:
Oozing with aloof confidence, Drachiathoryx is a singular woman of dominating presence and sultry tongue. Whether sprawled out beside a wilderness campfire or in the bed of this week's conquest, it's difficult to imagine a situation in which she is truly discomfited. But behind the flash of fiery eye and fang-revealing grin, the heart of a half-dragon can be a lonely one indeed. Having watched most of her childhood companions grow old and die, Drache is reluctant to make close friends with anyone except true dragons, who unfortunately tend to look down on their half-blooded cousins. Most of Drache's life is a careful balancing act between her two halves, draconic instinct warring with a love of the intrigue of high society. In general, Drache is outgoing and impulsive, but can also be sly and devious. She enjoys playing games of favours. She is also fond of shiny trinkets and artifacts, especially if they are magical.

History:
Drache is the offspring of a powerful red dragon named Sgarsiathoryx who was one of the original founders of Pyresia, and an Anuirean Senstialist named Atarime. Her sire was dead before she was born, and her mother devolved into the madness brought on by losing control of one's magic. Wandering the wondrous city of Pyresia unescorted earned Drache the acquaintance of many interesting people from an early age. The value of this networking was a deciding factor in her success as a treasure-hunter. It also makes it easy to avoid having to spend her precious coins in an inn when she gets back into town. In more recent years she has discovered that her fire-breath is more than just that thing that happens when she gets Really Mad and is a promising Elementalist. Her reputation has caught the attention of the Wyrmoot on more than one occasion.

Skills:
Elementalism: +40
Archaeology: +41
Unarmed Combat: +10
Intimidation: +10
Seduction: +9
Sex: +5
Aerobatics: +5

Total 90 + 30 (racial)

Special Abilities:
Fire breath
Immunity to fire and heat damage
Darkvision



Possessions:

Item | Acquired | Value
Explorer's Outfit | Starting | 10 GP
Artisan's Outfit (Silk) | Starting | 25 GP
Traveler's Cloak (Fancy) | Starting | 10 GP
Reinforced Leather Corset | Starting | 25 GP
Reinforced Leather Armour Skirt | Starting | 25 GP
Copper Dagger | Starting | 10 GP
Glow Crystal | Starting | 70 GP
Ink, 1oz vial | starting | 8 GP
Inkpen | Starting | 1 SP
Journal, Ornate | Starting | 5 GP
Survival Kit | Starting | 53 GP, 4 SP, 4 CP
Bottle of Wine, Local | Starting | 2 GP
Copper Coins, 1lb | Starting | 5 SP
Assorted Jewelry | Starting | 100 GP

Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
+200 GP | Starting Money | 100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
+1000 GP | No house | 1100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
-345 (rounded up) | Starting purchases | 855 GP
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Wages: ?GP/Day (Archaeologist) x2 (Journeyman)

Other:
Temporary companion: Mojavica, 200 year old male copper dragon (acid breath).

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Name: Genrit’khaath (Genrit)

Race: Dragon

Gender: Male

Age: 422, but is only physically the age of 122 (Will explain)

Birthday: 37th day of Saffra 122ML

Birthplace: Pyresia.

Resides in: A cave somewhere between the Valley of Screamers and Pyresia

Occupation: Dragon

Appearance:
Genrit’khaath is nothing short of magnificent to look at. His smooth white scales coupled with angled spines make him look more like a god than your common dragon (that's what he thinks anyway). His own narcissism aside, Genrit is a prime example of the size and majesty of his species. He is 128’ long and has four wings with a span of 105’. He wears no trinkets or amulets of any sort, lest they get in the way of his natural brilliance. Every inch of his body is pale white, even his eyes, tongue, and the inside of his mouth are a solid white.

Personality:
Disapproves greatly of the existence of sub species of dragons and half dragons. He also disapproves of dragons that willingly change into humanoid forms. Is incredibly proud to be a dragon, holds his race highly above others. He views himself as a perfect specimen and speaks highly of himself. Susceptible to challenges of his abilities.

History:
Born on the 37th day of Saffra 122ML to two dragon parents, Genrit’khaath was raised for 16 years before his parents both deemed him old enough to survive on his own, parting ways. The older Genrit’khaath became, his appearance became more regal and brilliant, his hubris growing at an equal rate. He has had minimal interaction with races other than dragons outside of observing them from afar while hunting or raiding certain locations for precious metals. He has spent most of his life keeping to himself, grooming his own ego as the years went by.

However, nearing the death of magic Genrit began having to be more territorial of his patch of wilderness. Not only were more dragons passing by, but some were starting to settle into nearby areas. Genrit spent the next few years defending his territory, chasing off or killing any trespassers. He lost a lot of his composure during this time, becoming more feral as opposed to his usual pompous state.

In the time that all of magic drained from the world, Genrit was attacked inside his home by a frost dragon. It caught him off guard and froze him in a huge block of magic ice. He would have been able to melt himself free, but he lacked the capability to summon enough magical flame. By the time the magic left the ice surrounding him it was too late, he was already frozen solid, preserved and trapped in that moment in time. Even now after hundreds of years, Genrit is still trapped in ice, all of his possessions long since looted, waiting to be set free.

Skills:
Racial Bonus: +30 in Intimidation
Wilderness Survival: 20
Hunting: 15
Intimidation: 5 +30
Aerobatics: 20
Unarmed Combat: 30

Magic:
Illusion: +20

Special Abilities:
Breath Weapon: Fire
Immunity to Breath Weapon element type
Darkvision
Declined shape-shifting ability, +20 skill points in a magic type of their choice.

Knowledge:

Other:

Possessions:
Quantity | Item | Acquired | Value
Nothing

Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
Nothing

Name: Ulrik Vinter

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Birthday: 12th of Saffra 275 DM

Birthplace: Ebonfort (Assumed)

Resides in: Ebonfort

Occupation: Alchemist (Magic Company Knight)

Appearance:


Personality:
Ulrik is an extremely cool headed person, looking at most situations with a shrewd, logical approach. He values his work more than anything, and he doesn’t allow anyone to touch any of his belongings. Due to his occupation, he has become extremely meticulous. But this doesn’t mean that he’s an uptight person. Outside of work he is quite easy going. He's quite open about his occupation and magic, but this often leads to a feeling of uncertainty from others.

History:
Ulrik was brought up in a large foster home run by a couple of the Ebonknights. They took in many orphans from around the region to ensure that they had a place to live until they grew up. Ulrik was quite a studious child. Spending most of his time reading books within the Ebonfort libraries. He had taken special interest in medicine and philtering, which led him to asking for random medical ingredients from random people that were around at the time.

By the time he turned 13, he was taken in as a Page or assistant for the medical department, due to his interest in the field. His knowledge and interest was fully recognized by one of the doctors when they caught him attempting to alter one of the Philters that they had been working on, effectively correcting the formula. He was then taken in as an Apprentice under one of the more experienced Doctors in the department.

In the year he reached the age of 25, he had learnt enough about Medicine and Philtering to become a fully fledged doctor. This is when he started to notice talk of magic. This sparked his curiosity into researching magic and a way to implement it into Philtering. Amongst the dusty, ancient magic books of the library, he found a book about Alchemy. His knowledge of philtering; his curiosity into magic and his desire to mix the two disciplines lead to his eventual attainment of the magic that is Alchemy.

Now, he serves as the sole Alchemist in the Ebonfort Magic Company (Under the command of Captain Theren.), supplying soldiers with weak, but effective magical philters to aid them in combat, and continuing research into different magicks and their properties.

Skills:
Alchemy (15)
Philtering (45)
Medicine (25 [+20])
Herbalism (5)

Possessions:
Item | Acquired | Value
Doctor’s Outfit | Starting | 1 gp
Peasant’s Outfit | Starting | 1 sp
Traveler’s Cloak | Starting | 1 gp
Ebonsteel Dagger | Starting | 2 gp
Glow Crystal | Starting | 70 gp
Healer’s Kit | Provided | 50 gp


Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
+100 gp | Starting Money | 100 gp, 0 sp, 0 cp
[Owns a house within Ebonfort]

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