Name:Rav Troklen

Continent of Birth: High Mist

Race: Tiefling

Class: Mage, with a slight touch of bard from his early years.

Mage School of Foci: Mainly Illusion, Fire focus in Destruction

Starter Equipment:

-Father's Masterwork Rapier

-Fireproof clothing, previously enchanted.

-Amulet of his mothers

-An odd black metal viola

-Portable brewing tools

-Rather old book written in the Tiefling's native language.

Age:32

Personality: In a word, Rag could probably be best described as confident. While his rather outlandish appearance makes some wary of him, he rarely seems outwardly bothered by this perception, often easily making fast friends with those with an open mind. A life as a showman has made him rather comfortable in the spotlight, and may often search it out, especially if it allows him to step into the role of the hero, more than like a hold over after being casted as the "wicked dæmon" whenever his troupe would hold a play. Having grown up listening to tales of young outcasts becoming the hero in many a tale, even as he's grown older he still holds hope he may mirror such tales.

Strengths:
-Decent hand at weilding his father's rapier, learned from training for plays his troupe would put on.

-Excellent Orator, his years as a showman having made him quite the charmer, well aware if how to work a crowd.

-Inherently gifted with magics, Rav is well versed in magics of the mind, creating images and molding thoughts to try and avoid bloodshed if possible, though his race giving him an inherent leaning to fire magics.

-Almost fireproof, only affected by extremely stoked flames.

Weaknesses:

-Many people tend to inherently distrust tieflings based of the many tales and rumors thaat precede the rather reclusive race. This can cause problems for Rav himself.

-Rav's confidence can lead him to getting into situations that may be a speck over his head, and often cause trouble he could have avoided.

-Rav admitedly has a weakness for the ladies, and is likely to go along with any women seemingly in peril, despite now far he may have to go out of his way to help her.

Fears: Spiders,

Brief History: Rav's earliest memories are those spent playing with the children of his traveling troupe. He had been there as long as he had remembered, living with a halflings couple when he was younger. There he and the children who he had been fast friends with had been relegated to helping maintain the wagons and feeding and cleaning the animals, with older children being trained to follow their parents footsteps. At the wizened age of 8, it became rather obvious to Rav that he had no footsteps to follow in. His first clue had been the halflings he had grown up with had no tails to speak of, nor even a nub of a horn to speak of.

Armed with this sudden realization, and weilding a righteous fury only known to Heironeous and 8 year olds, he had demanded the ringleader tell him where his parents were. The fact that he was still wearing a clowns garb to advertise to townsfolk lessened the effect somewhat he feared. After the man had recovered from the shock of the angry little clown, he had spun a tale recounting the heroic efforts of his parents.

He listened in awe as the ringmaster told him of the terrible luck they had, falling into the path of a wandering war tribe of hobgoblins, who soon set their eyes on the rather poorly defended caravan. They had put up a rather valiant attempt at fending off the pack, a few of their entertainers knowing a bit of fighting good for shows and a few spells here and there, but most were hedge mages at best, all bluff and bluster. However it seemed that divine favor had been upon them that night, as a traveling tiefling cleric of Fharlanghn and her human husband were soon seen in the fray, none of the troupe having known where they came from, but they were surely turning the tides.

The battle had lasted long into the night, with many casualties. However despite this, the troupe somehow made it through the night, adrenaline pumping through them as they saw the retreating forms of the hobs. The ringleader hadn't learned until after the fight was done of the two strangers intervention, but was saddened to hear they had both fallen in the battle. The ringmaster had found Rav then in his own tent, and had taken the young boy as to respect the memory of those who had sacrificed themselves. He had then given Rave the tokens he had kept from his parents.

As the years passed, Rav gradually came into his heritage, going down a more arcane path than his mother's, and soon left the troupe afterwards, hearing the call of the road.

Notes:

-Can play the viola and the lute expertly, as well as being somewhat competent with most stringed instruments given time to practice.

-Has an odd habit of lighting himself ablaze in his acts, much to the suprise of many tavern owners.

-Currently working on creating an ale, experimenting with the recipe whenever the chance arises.

-Extremely protective of his parents belongings.

-Can speak and write both in Common and the Native Language of the Tieflings, though it is obvious to High Mist Tieflings that he didn't learn it there.

Name: Isaac Hawthorne
Continent of Birth: Carthus
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Starter Equipment:
- Guard uniform
- Longsword and Shield, adorned with Ardent’s Watch insignia.
- Wedding Ring, smooth silver band
Age: 22
Personality: Isaac is a humble man, but he doesn’t let people walk over him. He is friendly and can be a kind man as long as others are kind to him. Isaac was taught at a young age, “treat others the way you want to be treated,” and with very few exceptions. Isaac does not believe that anything worthy that has or will be accomplished is completed by one man, instead a team of people working toward a common goal. Isaac dreams of the glory that Ardent’s Watch receives, however he knows that he first needs to prove his merit.
Strengths:
- Peak Fitness
- Lay of the Land
- Long Swordsmanship
Weaknesses:
- Sustained wound on left shoulder, it sometimes can go numb for a second.
- Falls to vices, primarily women
Fears:
- Loss of family, which is comprised of a daughter and a pregnant wife.
- Spiders
- The unknown (Ghosts, magic, and shit)
Brief History:
Isaac Hawthorne was born to two loving parents in the lovely port of Ardent’s Watch, then again loving was maybe not the most accurate word choice. Isaac Hawthorne’s mother Elizabeth loved Isaac, but Nathaniel Hawthorne was a little distant, literally. Nathaniel was a notorious thief; he ran countless heists across Carthus, from Bjorn to Redcliffe. Whenever Nathaniel came home he would always bring something for young Isaac, so Isaac loved his dad. While Nathaniel was not the best role model he did love his child and his wife, but still his countless crimes could be only attributed his own growing greed. With every successful heist he became more and more confident; somehow the gods felt it wasn’t time to punish the cocky thief.
As the years flew Isaac had grown into a powerful young man, his body thickening and growing into cords of muscle. However all Isaac wanted was to be more like old dad and that led Isaac into petty crimes. As Isaac was strong and fast enough to be a thief he lacked some intangibles, but he tried hard to be something he wasn’t. Nathaniel could not be happier to have his son follow the trail his big head had left. Instead of worrying for the boy’s future he thought of the glory, of the plunder and legends a father son crime duo could have. Drunk on thoughts of glory Nathaniel brought his son on an ill-fated criminal expedition that would be his last.
The sword of legendary knight Count Garth Grimwell was the prize of this criminal endeavor. The sword was given as a reward for years of service from King Alexander Chamberhill and was made with respective Carthian materials including large gems from prison. The sword was protected by layers of enchantment within the Count’s mansion. To gain access to the room they had to grapple to the second story window and continue to the study where the sword is shown off inside a case. After all of the enchantments are dissolved the case can be opened via lock pick and then the sword is theirs.
The plan went well up until the final step of opening the case. The entire party forgot to check for traps inside the lock and when Nathaniel pushed the lock pick in, the lock sent a beam of energy out. With years of razor sharp reflexes and luck of whatever god had to be watching over him Nathaniel dodged the blast however Isaac wasn’t as lucky. The blast hit Isaac in the left shoulder and simultaneously alerted the entire mansion. Nathaniel told the other conspirators to take his son and leave. Within that moment Nathaniel figured that he should take the opportunity to be the father he should be and sacrificed the rest of his life. Nathaniel, instead of execution, received the maximum sentence in prison.
In the months following Isaac saw how Nathaniel destroyed his family. While he sacrificed himself for his family Isaac saw that a criminal lifestyle can only lead to destruction. To better himself and his future Isaac had to struggle to train himself with his injury, forcing himself to trust his body during the split second of numbness.
For the next couple years Isaac tried to live his life as a good man, he joined the guard, met a wonderful woman from Caracas now named Marie Hawthorne, and has even pulled strings to visit his father in prison, life was good for Isaac. There was still one thing he wanted, Isaac wanted to join Ardent’s Watch, but he didn’t have the experience. Isaac was determined to gain the experience and join the elite member of Ardent’s Fall.

Name: Seprad Elif
Continent of Birth: Carthus (Astoria)
Race: Human
Class: Monk (Open Hand)
Starter Equipment:
- An Amulet of Rao
- A small book containing the Teachings of Rao
- Rao Monk Robes
Age: 27
Personality:
Like all other Monks of Rao, Seprad is a peaceful, reasonable, and serene man who devoutly follows the teachings of Rao. Although he prefers settle matters without violence, Seprad will fight to defend himself if necessary.
Strengths:
- Highly skilled martial artist.
- Not as skilled in the use of counter magics, but skilled none the less.
- Extensive knowledge of pressure points.
- Has a calming voice that many people find quite persuasive when used correctly.
- Anyone is his presence feels slightly more peaceful, reasonable, and serene than usual. This is a trait found among many Monks of Rao and its affects can be strengthened by many hours of meditation.
Weaknesses:
- Will only fight if no other reasonable option is available.
- Doesn't wear armor.
Fears:
- A world without peace.
- A world without reason.
- A world without serenity.
Brief History:
Seprad Elif received his name from his adoptive father, a Monk of Rao who was returning to the Ardent's Watch Monastery after a year long pilgrimage. A few miles into the Astorian border, the monk heard screaming. He ran to the source to find a group of bandits searching the remains of a group of innocent travellers. After defeating the bandits, the monk heard the sound of a crying infant coming from the travellers' wrecked caravan. Knowing the child would most likely die, the monk brought the baby back to the Ardent's Watch Monastery and gave him the name Seprad Elif, an anagram of the words 'Spared Life'.

For the next 26 years of his life, Seprad lived at the monastery learning how to be a Monk of Rao like his adoptive father. Now at the age of 27. Seprad was ready for his final test: bringing peace, reason, and serenity to a place that lacks such qualities. And so he left to do so. However, fate dealt him a bad hand a few weeks later. After defending some innocent people from a group of corrupt guardsmen, Seprad was framed for a crime he didn't commit and was thrown into the prison where our story now begins.

Name: Jesma Corr
Continent of Birth: Carthus
Race: (mostly) Human
Class: Grenadier

Starter Equipment:
-5 vials of power that produce various outcomes upon release
-1 large single-shotpistol nearly the length of her forearm
-A black journal filled with sketched blueprints and notes
-Tin of gunpowder
-Leather/cloth clothing suited to traveling
-Gold watch

Age: 23
Personality: Erratic at the best of times; it is rare for Jesma to know where her mind goes herself, but she is always focused on achieving something. Idleness is not habit she possesses any more than patience as a virtue. She was never taught proper etiquette, especially not that of polite society, and as such most social queues are mostly lost on her. This paired with her all-too-quick temper, and general appearance give enough reason for people to avoid her.

Strengths:
-Demolitionist/engineer
-Educated (Math and sciences)
-Small/agile (4’10)

Weaknesses:
-Weak
-2 missing fingers on right hand
-Impulsive
-Pigheadedly-stubborn/socially inept

Fears:
-Magic
-Dark/High Elves

Brief History: Jesma was born to a Dwarf/human halfling father and human mother, the latter of which died 8 months after her birth. Her father; Kolm Corr was a craftsman, who build and sold his wares on both sides of the border of their home in DawnTown. He was an irregular father, with a still more irregular daughter though how much of that was his own doing became indiscernible as she grew. She followed him everywhere he went, and unless recently reprimanded, tamped with all that was in her short reach. Kolm, as distracted of a man as his daughter was destined to be, saw it only fit to teach her the basics of his craft if for safety more than anything else. By the age of 13; armed with a small set of tools acquired from both honest and dubious means, she began her own tinkering; mostly small traps barely mimicking the great machines her father constructed, to the dismay of the various pet cats she had over the years.

As time wore on, and Kolm began to lose eyesight and develop a tremble in his hands, he came to depend on his daughter. Following his dictation in construction Jasma learned true skill and gained access to the most prized substance in that small craftsman’s world; the supply of gunpowder. She discovered a design for a pistol in her father’s journal and set about it in her meager free time, it was a clumsy mess and it’s first shot cost two of her right hand fingers and earned a scolding she was much too old to receive, but was entirely worth it.
Shorty after Jasma’s 23rd year, whatever had been ailing her father for near a decade killed him leaving her entirely alone. His contacts, who had traded with her in his name for so many years began to look elsewhere for goods. It wasn’t long before she had to give up her home, and eventually after stripping it of as much as she could; her father’s workshop. She found herself writing to impossibly distant relatives she could barely pronounce the names of and eventually managed to find an apprenticeship in Smyrna on the distant continent of Penault. With no other option, she packed her remaining belongings for Port Town to find a ship willing to take her. No sooner did she find one and spend nearly all her remaining funds booking passage, then she found herself in the miner’s prison.