Name: Sionnie (does not know her last name)

Age: 18

Hight: 5'4ft

Wieght: 130 Ibs

Instrument: Vocalist

Trophy: I trinket she wears around her right horn made of strage beads and other odd matteriels with a pendent piece at the bottom of the chain.

Stats:
Strength: 17
Dexterity: 17
Charisma: 18
Wisdom: 13
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 11

Language: Infernal, Common, Celestial, and Thieves Cant.

Race: Tiefling (Half-Demon)

Class: Warlock/Assassin (Bladelock)

Background: Urchin

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance: She is albino and has two different colored eyes, Pinkish-red and bright blue. (Please imagine with horns on her head and a sharp arrow tipped tail.)


Personality: Sionnie is shy and often quiet due to her fear of drawing attention and what that often brings... She is emotionally detached and has problems being social or expressing herself in her interactions with other people. She has problems expressing herself and seemingly lacks emotion creating a cold or poised image. Sionnie often acts on her impulses and is a bit quirky. She hides the that she is highly sensitive and those feelings sometimes cause her to act impulsively. She has a protective second personality that that exists to protect her from pain or suffering. This personality is perfectly described as her "Inner Demon" and has the qualities as of such.

Ideals: "No one is capable of saving anyone. The only person one can save is them self"

Bonds: "I do not trust easily so when i tell you i trust you, Don't make me regret it."

Flaws: "I do not have many friends, i do not like people very much."

Notes: There is an old Wives tale that says that if you continue to sneeze after someone says "Bless You" up to three or more times, you are a demon. For Sionnie this is quite literal and very annoying because those words will force her continually to sneeze. She also get strong headaches around holy places or auras. Holy water leaves a nasty burn on her skin ironically the way fire can not achieve.
Sionnie is an escaped experiment. A victim of and incident that killed her capture and split her psychosis in two. Her "Master" had sought to bring out the demon in her blood and succeeded at his demise and her sanity. Because of this Sionnie is more demonic than most Tiefling and there for more powerful when her demon wakes up. She lives in constant fear of this fact and therefor has become detached from people. She is afraid of getting hurt and what her demon will due to "erase" the pain..

Name: Zayga Stormheart

Age: 17

Height: 5'6

Weight: 135 lbs

Trophy: A small necklace her mother gave her at the age of three. It has a small metal lions head.

Race: Aasimar

Class: Paladin/Favored Soul/Tempest

Background: Soldier

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance:

Personality: She is calm in any situation, and very reserved. She sees things objectively, and can be the voice of reason in many situations. She is kind and cannot stay her hand, from helping innocence.

Ideals: She believes to not dwell in the past, for it will only bring pain and suffering.

Bonds: She has a lot of friends. To name a few of them, would be Ajira, Amoren, Avoni, Lindsey, and Saffirra. I met Ajira and his party when they freed me from my old master.

Flaws: She can sometimes be very clueless. And will do things without thinking.

Notes: She eats a lot of food. Often out eating the guys. But she seems to never gain much weight. She can't resist the smell of food. Especially if Saffirra is cooking. Zayga also hates waitressing.

Name: Jethro Roranson

Age: 72

Appearance: Imagine with red hair

Height: 5ft

Weight: 175lbs

Race: Halfblood - Dwelf (half dwarf, half elf)

Appearance: Has his father's fiery red hair and his mother's bright emerald eyes. Being born of an elven mother his hair is long and strait, and his beard is short and wiry. His head is more rounded than most dwarves and his ears come to an obvious point. Thicker and more dense than most elves his shoulders and muscles are well toned. Also being born to an elven mother he has five toes to each foot instead of the dwarven seven. Finally to whom it may concern he has a tattoo on his left breast. A clamshell with a spiraling teardrop carved into it. The symbol of his deity, the goddess of the wilderness, Melora.

Class: Ranger

Path: Beast Master

Favored Enemy: Magical Beasts

Favored Terrain: Mountains

Instrument: Pan Flute

Trophy: Bear Paw (Necklace)

Stats:


Languages: Common, Dwarvish, Elvish, Primordial

Personality: Driven by a wonderlust that led him away from home.

Ideal: Glory - He must earn glory in battle, for hisself and his family.

Bond: His family is the most important thing in his life, even if they are far from him.

Flaw: He remembers every insult he has reseived and nurses a silent resentment towards anyone who's ever wronged him.

History: Born of the most unlikely a pair as anyone could imagine. It is known elf and dwarf kind don't exactly see eye to eye despite stature wise. It also didn't help when most elves are noble by some birthright and look down on "common folk". So when Jethro's parents first met they actually hated each other. It happened they both belonged to a prestigous guild known for hunting monsters and beasts of all shapes and sizes. It was on one of these quests they found love, and it was on one of these quests they died in each other's arms. Being raised as an orphan in a monster hunting guild had it's ups and downs. Being told you we're probably the only one of your kind over and over makes one bear grudges towards those with poor to no tolerence for mixed races. Being a loner makes one curious. Jethro's curiousity knows no bounds. After years of begging he was finally told what had killed his parents, an elder chimara. A year or two after he was born the couple had announced their retirement and after one last hunt they would head for home. However, they never came back along side half of the eight man party sent to assist. Now that he has come of age he plans for his own adventure.

Name: (Lord-Mayor) Malfus Thaldin

Appearance:


Class: Warlock - Old One

Quick Biography:
The illustrious man behind a secret organisation who overthrew the previous rulers of Faulknorse. He is the man who brought together all of the races in Faerun into harmony. In recognition for his incredible feats-- the dwarves presented Thaldin with a lavish monument erected in the central part of the trading district. The same monument could be seen placed by a lavish mansion of the town. Despite his successes, he still seems to be weary of a forth coming fate of Faulknorse.