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Name: Esmeralda Natrise
Nickname: Esmy
Age: 25
Race: Halfling- Half High Elf Half Human
Gender: Female
Class: Rouge/Thief
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skills: Stealth, Streetwise, Acrobatics, Thievery, Intimidate
Weapons: Small red blade dagger on a hip holster, pocket of throwing stars, small crossbow across her back with plenty of bolts
Gear: Backpack with enough food, 2 bags of flour (detecting traps), extra clothes (including gypsy dancer outfit used for pickpocketing crowds)
Personality: She is the lone wolf. She does work in teams but only if the pay out is good. She used to work with her Thieves Guild before she left in order to find money to help them out of poverty. She is determined to make a better life for her family no matter what the cost. She is strong willed and known to be an adrenaline junkie.
Back Story: She was abandoned by her mother when the Elves found out she was a halfling. She left Esmy at a local gypsy camp before leaving forever. She was raised by them to be a very well trained dancer and thief making in a lot of money for her guild by any means possible. She got tried of basically selling her body for pocket change so she left in search of more money for her family. When the king put out the request for people to kill the Orcs, she knew this was too good to pass up.

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Name: Ban Hitashi
Nickname: Ban
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skills: Heal, Smite Evil (twice a day), Handle Animal, Sense Motive, Diplomacy.
Weapons: long Iron sword, red and black shield, a pack of daggers on his side, healing potions on the other side.
Gear: 80 gold, blanket, huge tent, tinderbox, medicinal herbs to heal wounds, enough food.

Personality: He may know how to heal others but he usually is always alone. He doesn't find it easy to trust people after some of the bad jobs he has done. The only people he has ever trusted ended up being killed. He is working on it slowly but surely...but it is going to take some time. He is very smart and quick on his feet to keep people safe when he needs to.
Back Story: He did not draw the best cards starting this life. He started his life in an orphanage knowing nothing about his mother or father. They had left him there when his father found out his mother had cheated on him. He wanted nothing to do with Ban even to this day. He ran away from there when he was 16 years old starting off as a thief. He soon found other people like him and they trained him to become a great paladin. They taught him sword fighting, hand to hand combat, and even how to heal people. He left his friends and went to seek out endless wealth.
Other:

His Pet wolf Yang

Appearance:


Name: Elroy of the chantry

Nickname: Roy or the protector

Age: 37

Race: human, presumably

Gender: male

Class: fighter

Alignment: lawful neutral

Skills: athletics, intimidate, religion, endurance, heal.

Weapons: a broadsword sheathed on his belt. a dagger, also sheathed next to the sword, and a kite shield strapped to his arm.

Gear: full iron armour from head to toe, he never takes of his armour, not even his helmet. A small satchel lies at his hips containing a small loaf of bread and a skin of water, he only has 100 gold to his name.

Personality/back story: though he is not a paladin he is a religious man, he believes in a higher being, a god; but he does not serve him, he is a soldier instead, a veteran who joined the adventurers to fight off the orcs. Elroy is very protective of his friends, he shows this by wielding a kite shield in battle, protecting those who cannot protect themselves.

Elroy was born in a chantry, an orphanage, when he was able to hold a sword he was conscripted into the army, his age was, however, fourteen years young. He grew in battle, fighting neighbouring nations in the army of Aldarina, he made a name for himself, the protector, living to protect the land of Aldarina with his shield. Years later, with the coming of the orcs, he is sent to kill the Orc war chief and end the madness that brought down these lands.

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Name: Uta Wuestenhagen
Nickname: Ut
Age: 38
Race: Orc
Gender: Female
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Skills: Stealth, Nightvision, Intimidate, Detect Lies, Brawling
Weapons: A flail she has fashioned from the bone of a cave bear, serrated knife.

Gear: Leather armor, rations for a week, rope, heavy fur cloak, sturdy boots.

Personality: She knows that orcs are superior to the other races in every way and that any that don't see that need to be either crushed or enslaved. Brutal. She never lies and sometimes let her tongue land her in trouble.

Back Story: Fiercely loyal to (Orc Leader) for as long as she cares to remember. Proven in battle, she is trusted to lead warbands to crush whoever opposes them. But because of her loose tongue, she is often left out of secret meetings, much to her dismay.

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Name: Vakim, StoneBreaker, Malukavi

Nickname: V (dont use it unless he tells you to)

Age: 25

Height: 8'3"

Race: Goliath

Gender: Male

Class: Fighter

Alignment: Neutral

Skills: Climb, Balance, Forgery, Intimidate, Move silently.

Weapons:
(sorry for the size of the pictures)

Gear: Leather studded armor as well as furs and skins or animals he has hunted that decorate his appearance. He carries a pack that is filled with rations enough to last a month if taken care of. The pack's lid is the top half of a newborn dragon that he slayed when it was injured and abandoned. A magical trinket that shields him from almost all magic attacks against him. Finally, A VERY large black cloak that covers him from the head to an inch or two off the ground (Has a hood that he wears up most of the time.)

Personality: Stoic. His most common response is a grunt. Unless you have been with him for a long time and gained his trust. then he talks to you like any normal being would to another. He gets easily aggravated. Due to his past he is very protective of those who he keeps close to prevent anything else like that happening, He would much rather give his life rather than lose any more friends or family.

Back Story: When Vakim was about 17 years old his tribe was struck by a famine and after about a year the strongest started killing one another for food, Vakim always protected Vaarea. When it all came down to Vakim and his sister they killed the tribe leader to keep themselves alive long enough to stumble into a dragon cave that had been abandoned with an young mortally injured dragon that was put out of its misery to keep them alive. When a grown dragon found the dragonettes body and vakim with his sister the grown dragon made a deal with Vakim to be the dragon's forging apprentice since his recent apprentice was killed and it was the least he could do for killing such a young dragon (not to mention it would have devoured him if he said no) so Vakim agreed and spent 5 years in training until the dragon let him and Vaarea free, Before letting them free he let them both take a piece of treasure from his stash. After that he hid his face as much as possible and became a private smith for village militia's all over, always moving and never getting to know anyone very well.

Dont mind the giant hammer XD

Name: Vaarea, Keeneye, Malukavi

Nickname: Rea (again, Wouldnt suggest using it... shes a big girl)

Age:17

Height: 7'8"

Race: Goliath

Gender: Female

Class: Ranger

Alignment: Neutral

Skills: Climb, Escape artist, Hide, Intimidate, Move Silently

Weapons:


Gear: Scale armor from various beasts she has killed, Leather studded armor, 64 gold (that is shared among the both of them she just carries it), a normal leather pack, tent gear, antlers of ArchElk that she hunts up in the mountains that are attached to either side of the pack. (antlers are about 3' 6" long) and a quiver of arrows that she makes herself (about 35 at a time). Her piece of tresure was a ring that allows her to go virtually invisible for up to 15min, only being able to be detected with magic, and even still she cannot be revealed. Finally a cloak Identical to her brothers, only it is her size and fits the same on her.
Personality: She is more outgoing than her brother, as she does most of the talking, however she usually doesn't enjoy it. She is eternally attached to her brother, he has cared for her and protected her even through the famine and even though it was against goliath tradition. She does everything in hopes of proving herself to her brother and making him see that she is just as capable as surviving as he is.

Back Story: She has always been in debt to her brother. The way of the goliaths is the survival of the fittest, yet he protected her and kept her alive despite the famine. The famine hit when she was only 9 and was forced to become an expert at archery to keep her and her brother alive. She could shoot across canyons and kill goats on the other side, She can even shoot birds out of the sky. Vaarea, before the famine, was the nicest and most energetic goliath in the tribe, she was always happy and cheerful. However, The famine and the killing that came along with it made Vaarea very callus and hard to people on the outside but she is still her energetic happy loving self to her brother and possibly anyone else who can gain her trust and friendship. while her brother was the apprentice to the dragon she would practice getting out of the cave unnoticed by the dragon (who was always keeping an eye on them) and eventually she could do it without a problem. Now that she and her brother are in the cities she uses her silent abilities to steal resources for her brother to make the best of the best weapons.

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Height: 6ft

Name: Lance Hellbourne

Nickname: N/A (Though some may come about during the RP)

Age: 25

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Thief

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: Stealth, Streetwise, Bluff, Open Lock, Slight of Hand

Weapons: Short Sword (Main Hand)
Dagger (Off-hand)
Short Bow (Ranged)

Gear: Leather armour from torso downward a cloth hood & scarf has been stitched into the neckline of the armour, a silver Ruby necklace (presumably stolen), a quiver of arrows (40 if set quantity required), a camping pack, 20 gold pieces.

Personality: A cocky and somewhat over confident individual when it comes to assessing his own skills. Lance Hellbourne's reputation does not quiet live up to the tales of thievery that he tells. Though he would claim that the necklace he wears was taken from a noble it was more than likely stolen from a jewellery shop whilst the owner was bedridden with illness. Though most of what he says is a lie there can be an occasional golden truth found within this individuals words, for there may be no honour amongst thieves but a "Thief's Honour" can sometimes be trusted... maybe.

Back Story: The same way most would come into this life Lance was nothing more than a street rat with little to no money to speak of. He survived primarily from stealing anything he needed, which usually lead to him being caught and thrown in a cell for several days. One might think that a person who lived such a life would get better at it in time. Though a better thief he did become, his inability to keep his mouth shut would oft have him running from the local town guard.

As he aged and became more skilled in the trade of thievery, his ability to bluff and brag about past achievements, many of which had never happened, managed to grab him a few high payout heists. Though some were successful more often then not it would end in failure leaving Lance out of pocket and short on gold. Lack of actual exploits would mean having to frequently change locations as more and more people caught onto his lies.

At the end of his tether Lance was needing to look at possibly more honest work, with the chance of his skills earning him a few gold pieces on the side. This is when he caught wind of the Kings bounty on a group of Orcs terrorising the land. Though it wasn't the line of work that would typically appeal to Lance, the opportunity to rub shoulders, and possibly steal from nobles if successful was not one he could pass up.

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Height: 6 Feet to the top of his head, 6 Foot 2 Inches to the top of his horns
Name: Morthos Xerxes
Nickname:
Age: 22
Race: Tiefling
Gender: Male
Class: Wizard
Alignment: Neutral
Skills: Arcana, Dungeoneering, Nature, Religion
Weapons: Quarterstaff
Gear: Spellbook, Food rations
Personality: Morthos can be a bit paranoid at times, being a tiefling can do that to a guy. He relies on himself quite a bit but he does enjoy people, people just tend not to enjoy him. Morthos isn't in to adventuring for the money or the loot, he's in it for the adventure and learning new things. Give him that and he'll be sure to be by your side, of course, a bit of loot doesn't hurt either.
Back Story:
I know what you’re probably thinking, “since you’re a tiefling you must follow Asmodeus, right?” Well I hate to destroy that stereotype for you but not all tieflings follow Asmodeus. I happen to follow Ioun, goddess of knowledge, skill, and prophecy. All my life I’ve felt like I was born into the wrong body, or at least my purpose here is to just rid the world of prejudices against my people. Whenever I meet someone new they’re shocked when I tell them I’m not evil. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some lawful good paladin, are you kidding? Way too much work involved in that, I help out people sometimes. Only if I really think they need it, really think I can help, and it isn’t too far out of my way. I am neutral; some may see that as a sign of indecision or weakness. I see it as an opportunity for experimentation as well as flexibility. I am not morally bound to help those who need it nor do I feel the need to cause destruction wherever I may roam.

My human mother raised me, my father was never around and I say good riddance to him. My mother never even knew his name; to him she was just a one-night stand. Sometimes I feel as if he is watching me but then I just put that down to the fact I’m paranoid and always think someone is watching me, whether it be friend or enemy. In the case of my father I’m not sure which category he would fall under. My mother and I were somewhat close, but most of the time I ended up doing my own thing and she stood behind me, even when it wasn’t the smartest of ideas. I’m not as evil as most people would assume, though I can think some pretty nasty things they mostly remain thoughts. I never really had many friends but I think it was because people were scared of me. Which made sense, I’d be scared of me too if I was somebody else... if that doesn’t make sense to you I'm not explaining it. With my horns, long tail, oddly coloured skin along with hair, most people would look twice when they saw me then never look again.

Because of this I spent most of my childhood in the library of my town. I eventually took up a job there, not only did it give me an excuse to be there all the time but the extra money really helped out my mom take care of me. While being in the library I read a lot of books, this is where my interest in magic began. I read of powerful warlocks, wizards and sorcerers. I wanted to be like them, famous in all their rights. Since I wasn’t born with amazing arcane powers and I did not want to keep up the stereotype of tieflings selling their souls for power becoming a wizard was the natural choice.

Yes, I’m a wizard, though not a very good one as of yet. More specifically I’m a pyromancer. I guess some stereotypes are true, in my defense fire just comes a lot easier than other types of magic. I trained quite a bit and when I thought I was ready I ventured off into the world on my own. Through my studies I learned about nearly every kind of monster there is out there, I believe knowledge is power and I wanted to be ready for my adventures. My mother was nearly in tears but I promised her I’d come back from time to time. Why wouldn’t I? She is my mother after all, just because I’m part devil does not mean I’m not capable of love. I do love my mother, and I will go back to her and visit, I’m just not sure when.

The one thing that comforts me is that I know my mother is not alone. Since she never knew my father she dated a lot of guys while I was growing up. None of them were really terrible or good. There are however two exceptions to this statement. The first is a dwarf named Orsik and he was just awful. He started off all right but he slowly became abusive towards my mother and I, suffice to say, she wasn’t with him long. I was only 8 at the time, and ever since then I’ve always never really liked dwarves. I know they are not all like that but I can’t really help it, so don’t you judge me. The second exception to the first statement is the man my mother was with when I left, a half-elf named Lucan. He was raised by his elven mother in the Feywild and he was always so nice to the both of us. He and my mom have been dating for about a year now, I hope they stay together; he’s my favourite boyfriend out of them all. Well, that’s my story, so far anyways, who knows, maybe one day you’ll be reading about me in the library. Morthos, Tiefling Pyromancer Wizard, The Sage of Ages... ya, that has a nice ring to it.

Name:Mable Baleson
Nickname:
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Bard
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Skills: Perform, Diplomacy, handle animal, and craft weapons
Weapons: Lute and a thin rapier
Armor: medium armor and a wooden shield
Personality: Happy and excited by most things Mable enjoys peaceful times and the warmth of an inn. When there is trouble however she is quick to intervene either through spoken word, music, or with steel. Mable, however truly can't stand unnecessary blood shed and will attempt to stop it whenever possible.
Backstory: Mable grew up in the local bar her father the town drunk and music the only thing that makes him happy. She played and played long past her father's death from alcohol poisoning. Mable was always close to the local animals and loved to play with them and would occasionally help the black smith in order to repay her fathers debts. Mable would use her smaller hands to more closely weave the metals together

Second character
Name- Kalabath servant of Uta
Nickname- Hound of Uta
Age- 22
Race- Gnoll
Gender- Female
Class- Ranger
Alignment-Lawful Evil
Skills- Track, Hide, Listen, Spot
Weapons- A long bow with barbed arrows, a blood red curved sword and a large shield with Uta's mark on it
Armor-Spiked black heavy armor
Personality/Backstory- Vicious and blood thirsty having been raised by his people to serve a stronger master when they were attacked by Uta Kalabeth switched sides with a section of his clan to serve under her. Kalabeth is fiercely loyal to his master and willing to do anything to see her goals achieved. Kalabeth gained her skilld in order to hunt down the enemies of Eta and feast on there flesh

Sal Heath
Appearance:
Height: 5'0"
Name:Sal Heath
Nickname:None yet
Age:30
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Class:Cleric
Alignment:Neutral Good
Skills:Healing, Concentration, Profession, Gather Information
Weapons:A mace.
Gear:Thick leather armor, a circular metal shield
Inventory:lots of dried salted meat, nuts, spices, a couple sharp kitchen knives, flint and tinder, a small folded tent and blanket roll, one book, 1 gold coin, five sets of other clothes rolled up in his bag, a big black bag with shoulder straps, an hour glass, some blank parchment, an ink jar with quill, a small bottle of wine, a large bottle of water.
Personality:He normally has a smile on his face and is happy to help people. He does have a very curious nature and it doesn't matter if he knows you or not, but he will go right up to you and ask basically whats going on in your life. Asking questions like that on a first meeting doesn't bother him, and it doesn't embarass him at all. One thing he tries to avoid is people helping him, as he thinks that he can get around on his own, and he also thinks everyone else could use a helping hand. He's also not afraid to put his foot down and speak up or stand in the way of something that is wrong and should be stopped.

BackStory: Sal grew up as the son to an average family. As in they didn't have much money and average was like peasantry if you were to use titles of class like ones used to describe a kingdom. Except this was no kingdom, this was only a village. Sal's father worked at the village square helping the 'mayor', or elder of the village create more wooden houses and stone floors to expand the place. His mother was just a stay at home mom who cooked whatever food their father had brought home after work. As Sal got to be a little older he learned the techniques to make fine roast beef, chicken, assorted cooked vegetables with spices added like bayleaf and several others. While earlier in the day, before the cooking needed to be done Sal would help his father out with the construction projects his old man needed to get done before the sun went down.

Then one day on the way back from working construction with his dad, they had lost track of time and Sal had gotten lost. His father must have been almost at the door (their house was on the southern edge of the village while the construction area was on the north eastern corner), long story short sal was lost in the center of the village as a man with weird red marks on his face beckoned to him. Sal was from a trusting family, and so Sal approached the man. The man wanted sal to follow him. Sal didn't at first but the man then threated to punch him in the face. And so Sal followed him.

To a large cave that sal had no idea even existed nearby his village. There was a fire inside with a crowd of people wearing weird rags, and again having those red marks on their faces. Within a short period of time these cultists decided to make offerings to this 'spirit' named madro, the only words sal could understand were 'spirit and madro. Except the offerings were animals that are savagely killed by cutting their throats while they were aware of what was about to happen to them. Then the cultists would cover their flat rock or 'altar' with the animals blood and throw the animals body carelessly to the side as if it was worthless.

This careless sacrificing to someone who to sal didn't even exist disgusted him. Unforunately it was weeks before sal could even find one opportunity to escape. Thankfully he got away before he had to kill an animal in cold blood. Even the thought of that gave him nightmares years later.

Thus he escaped the cult with their crazy cultists and returned home to his house. His parents were super worried but he calmed them down eventually. Sal reflected on the cultists and how in the world could he have ended up there? After a few restless nights pondering it he found his way of explaining things. His own philosophy or beliefs if you will: Everything happens for a reason. And there is a reason for being with cultists, you learn they are disgusting 'human beings'. Eventually he thought up more of his philosophy as he had decided that it made sense together.

So the philosophy/beliefs all together was: Everything happens for as reason and so there are no coincidences. There is always a way to prevent something from happening. And lastly, do not go around hiding, because what happened will be known and why it happened will also be known.

Sal was about 20 years old while his older brother Rickard was in town (Rickard is 35 years old)and sal's brother wanted to show sal the world outside the village, thus their journey began. (Oh sorry, that I didn't mention Rickard before but hey, he's 15 years older than sal, its not like sal would remember him anyway :P) They traveled through forests, over hills, cliffs and fighting off the occasional bandit or thief. When late one night while traveling through a forest a bear snuck up on them while they were sleeping. Sal just happened to kick Rickard awake as a great shadow approached their tent. The shadow got closer as Rickard stood up. Then a claw ripped open the side of their tent as Rickard drew his sword. Unfortunately the bear charged towards Rickard as Rickard tripped on a corner of sal's blanket. Thus The bear sliced open Rickard's chest as he sliced open the bears neck. Both mortal wounds. Sal jerked awake at his brother trying to stop the blood coming out of his chest. It was traumatizing, and sal did all he could to try and stop it before all Rickard's blood bled out. But it wasn't enough and Sal lost his brother that night.

Sal always blamed himself, saying that to himself over and over that he had failed to prevent his brothers death from happening. Why did he have to sleep that night of all nights, when his brother was fighting for their lives? After grieving for a long time he continued following his philosophy, this was no coincidence that his brother died. His brother died for a reason. Whoever controlled Fate hated him, sal decided. Also sal knew he could not hide what happened and so he went to his parents and explained what happened to his brother and sal blamed himself for it. His parents also thought it was his fault and called him 'a mistake that should never have been born.' They then went directly to the mayor of the town and had him exile sal. Sal was forbidden from ever going to his home village again.

Sal then started fresh in a new town, with no friends. But his goodwill towards what were strangers at the time eventually prevailed and he made friends with the citizens there. He did favors for them, like fixing their house, listening to their problems and giving advice, listening to any confessions they had to give about what they wished they had never done and many others. He also wrote down their names and the date that he visited them to keep a record of their visits and it was a super helpful list to have when he needed to remember their names when he visited them next time.

While he was in this town he just lived off whatever money people would pay him for his 'favors'. Sal didn't even think of them as favors, sal was just doing what everybody should do, help each other. But sal did need the money to get by, but any extra he ended up with after paying living expenses he gave back to the towns people. Eventually though he did larger favors for people and thus he accepted more payment for these favors. Thus this enabled him to build a Tavern that he ran as the barkeep and this place allowed for more people to socialize and it made it easier for him to talk to people. Because now he could talk to a lot more people in a single room. He sold very watered down wine and spiced beef, spiced chicken and vegetables at the Tavern.

Years passed and business was good at the Tavern, Eventually though he heard of a problem with orcs. It sounded like a big problem, and thus he started to pack his bags and see what he could do about it.

Appearance:



Name: Gytha
Nickname: N/A
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good
Skills: Stealth, Archery, Tracking, Camouflage, Escape
Weapons: Long bow & 20 arrows. Sword.

Gear: Leather armor, backpack with rations for a week, rope, candles, fishing line & hook, flint & steel, waterskin.

Personality: Friendly, but won't share her personal feelings very quickly. Mentally and physically tough. She has a soft spot for children and animals.

Back Story: Gytha is the daughter of a ranger and learned a lot from her father. She learned to track, how to hunt, and how to ambush. He was recently part of a small unit sent to scout an area where orcs were reported, but not a single man from that group has returned and Gytha fears the worst.