Human- Humans are the most populous race in all of Ithea. This race is dominant in five nations, and is prevalent still in other nations. Humans are known for their ability to adapt and survive. While they aren't as physically strong as the average Orc or Brith or as magically attuned as an Elf- they make up for it by showing promise in all fields (strength, nimbleness, magic, etc.).

Natural Ability:
Average Height:5'6''-6'0''

High-Elf- High-elves are an incredibly powerful race known for confidence in their people. The High-Elves hold an impressive kingdom in Valenndale that nearly spans the entirety of the continent. High-elves are known for taller height and a slim-build; this is accompanied by sharp facial features. Their ears are far shorter than their elven cousins. High-elves are also known for their prominent affinity for magic. Not all high-elves possess magic, but it is slightly more common among this race.

Natural Ability: Far Sight- High-Elves are capable of seeing at greater distances than other races. While not always true they also have greater depth-perception and field of view.
Average Height:6'1" (185.5cm)- 6'6" (198cm)

Half-Elf- Half-elves are the result of one elven and one human parent. They are typically somewhat smaller than the average human, but much thicker than the average high-elf. Half-elves typically inherit similar (but softened) facial features from their elven parent, but always have human ears. Half-elves are more likely than most to fall within an intermediate level of capacity for magic.

Natural Ability:
Average Height: 5'6"-5'10"

Dwarf- Dwarves are a short yet brutish and powerful race. Three Dwarven empires span all of Ithea, all somewhat similar in governing style and religious beliefs. The Dwarves are skilled crafters, and incredibly fierce warriors. Many militaristic innovations and strategies were created by them. What they lack in stature they make up for in endurance and durability.

Natural Ability: Forge Touched-Once per day Dwarves are capable of calling upon the war-forged grit of their ancestors. This grants them temporary resistance to all damage that isn't fatal.
Average Height:4'5"-4'10"

Orc- Orcs are one of the least populated races in all of Ithea. Their kingdom is located in High Mist where they dominate the northern region. Orcs are known for their ferocity in combat, their overwhelming strength, and a bloodlust rage unmatched by other races in all of Ithea. The Orcish people are incredibly skilled warriors- rivaling the dwarves in military prowess. Orcs are generally fearless and crave battle.

Natural Ability: Blood Dance- Once per day Orcs are capable of entering a blood lust rage where their damage output and resistance to injury is increased dramatically. They have a hard time distinguishing between friend and foe during this state.
Average Height:6'8"

Gnome- The Gnomes of High Mist are another of the least populated races in Ithea. Their territory is unique in that most of their major cities are located underground. The Gnomes are considered to be the pioneers of technological advancement, particularly in architecture and transforming their environment (controlled demolitions, black powder, etc.) Gnomes are similar in height to dwarves, but are far less robust. Where as dwarves are hardy and sturdy, gnomes are much frailer.

Natural Ability: Dark Vision-Generations spent underground have gifted Gnomes with the ability to see normally in dark environments.
Average Height:3'10"-4'6"

Tiefling- Tieflings are a race of people that live predominantly in The Four Pillar Cities of High Mist. This race is the least common of all races throughout Ithea, but they still boast an impressive population (especially in High Mist). Many people believe that the Tieflings are a people cursed by Gods (hence their red skin, and horns). Even many Tieflings believe this to be true. It is for this reason that all Tieflings (particularly mages) are sent on a pilgrimage to the monastic temples scattered around the wasteland to be cleansed of the Dread God's influence. Many people in Ithea would think the Tiefling are barbaric, and in some ways, perhaps they are. However, upon further inspection- one would realize that they are a rather advanced race of people who are afraid of what they are and what that might mean for the world and their culture.

Natural Ability: The Dread Call- Tieflings are incredibly resistant to most forms of demonic or otherworldly possession. Once per day Tieflings can
Average Height: 6'1"-6'7"

Brith- The Brith are a powerful race of feline-humanoids (resembling bulky leopards or tigers). Many reside in the frozen wastes of Crysteria in the empire known as Britheria. Natural conquerors, the Brith at one point held large amounts of territory throughout all of Ithea. Their defeat at the hands of a Dwarven and Human alliance forced the Brith's empire to shrink. Still a mighty empire in its own right, the Brith are renowned for their naval capabilities. Brith are typically very large (though not always), rivaling Orcs in size. Despite the average, among their race, the Brith are about as diverse as humans in color, height, weight and facial differences.

Natural Ability: Bestial Speed Brith are capable of doubling the speed of other races by using their immense arm and leg strength to run on all fours. They can lunge greater distances, but are also more susceptible to counterattack by skilled weapon wielders.
Average Height:5'11''-6'8''

Wood-Elf- The wood elves are a variant of high-elves, though still classified as the same race. Wood Elves have historically been pushed back- their territories reduced to designated encampments in the wilderness. Wood elves have a greater affinity for magic even when compared to their high-elf cousins. They are typically adept at survival, especially in wooded areas. Wood elves have much larger ears, and softer features when compared to high-elves. They also often have facial tattoos representative of the clan or family that they hail from.
Natural Ability: Nature's Gift- Wood elves are more resistant to primal magic and many poisons (unless specifically crafted).
Average Height:5'4''-5'11''

Halfling- Halflings are the offspring of dwarves or gnomes with a human or an elf. Halflings make up a small minority in Ithea, and often work as entertainers. Halflings are known for their agility, and their small stature. It makes for excellent performers, and deadly warriors. Halflings don't have a large nation behind them, but are rather just scattered throughout all of Ithea. Halflings are generally infertile or otherwise have tremendous issues with childbirth.
Natural Ability: "Small Stature"- Their small size and lithe frames allow halflings to go undetected by most larger creatures unless the halfing attacks them.
Average Height:5'0''

Dark-Elf- Dark-elves (or Drow) are another variant of high-elves, and as such are still classified as the same race. Dark-elves are believed to be the descendants of the Fallen, the evil deities said to have betrayed the deities of the high-elven Pantheon. Dark-eves are widely discriminated against with societal challenges similar to Tieflings. While the history of the dark-elves is shrouded in mystery it is undeniable that dark-elves are more attuned to forbidden magics (necromancy, blood magic, etc.) though some would argue that they are driven to use this magics because they are treated so poorly throughout Ithea. This is certainly the case in most societies. Dark-elves are often taken into chattel slavery in high-elven society, and in human societies they are often indentured servants. They have begun to form a combine clandestine tribes to form a larger entity in the Penaultish Wilds.

Natural Ability: Darkness Within- Dark-Elves are more resistant to attacks from undead and blood magic.
Average Height:5'11''-6'3''

Sirens- The Sirens are one part mystery and the other part misery. For as many truths that exist about the Sirens there are just as many myths; this is more than likely by design. Sirens are a dying race of aquatic beings that blur the line between human and creature. Fiercely protective of their waters it is rare to see one of their kind outside of warded territory. Many Sirens are capable of weaving 'Siren Glass' an adhesive and glossy string with magical properties that can serve as a protective ward against magic and unwanted guests. The corruption of the Oceana Abyssal to the west has forced a great migration. What is known of these beings is that on land their differences to humans are subtle, but still so many details about them remain elusive.

Natural Ability: Amphibious-Sirens are capable of breathing on land and in water.
Average Height:5'9"-5'11"

Name:
Light Savath
Titles:
N/A
Aliases:
N/A
Age:
20
Race/Ethnicty:
Tiefling
Continent of Origin:
High Mist
Gender:
Male
Class/Subclass:
Mage, Destruction



Strength:
8
Dexterity:
13
Constitution:
15
Intelligence:
16
Wisdom:
10
Charisma:
13



Height:
6'1
Weight:
164 lbs
Appearance Description:
Skinny, red skin with an orange tinge, silver eyes, brown hair.
Day To Day Attire:
Something a ship captain would wear, minus the hat. He likes green colors, so he'll always have at least one
green thing.

Strengths:

• Intelligent
• Lying/Manipulation/Machiavellianism
• Has a logical mind
• Mid-far range combat
• Quick on his feet/Good reaction time
• Fire Magics

Weaknesses:

• Is a pyschopath
• Obsessive
• Sadistic
• Close Quarters Combat
• Can't take a hit/Squishy
• Running
• Can't take a hit/Squishy
• Holy/Divine Magics

Dangerously Obsessive * Logical * Sadistic * Reliable

Sexuality:
Asexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Ever since Light was able to know about such things, he was interested in how everything worked. Constantly
asking questions. He was a man of science and studied practically anything when he could. Although, wanting
to learn about everything made it so he collected and dissected whatever he could get his hands on, whether
it be man or beast. Light isn't really one of the most sociable people, especially since he doesn't really
like or understand people. He gave up on trying to understand why people do things, adding that to the rather
small list of things he will never quite grasp. Usually though, when he doesn't understand something he'll
obsess over it. The need to understand consumes him, and he will go out of his way to find knowledge. When he
does understand something, he tends to get extremely excited about it.

He was raised to be the best, so he rarely will tolerate anything else when it comes to himself, Light will
never break a promise or deal, and finds doing so extremely disrespectful. He sees other people as nothing
but experiments or tools, and will often manipulate people to get what he wants. Light actually enjoys
watching people squirm under his thumb, it almost gives him as much pleasure as learning. This man rarely
tells the truth, and often won't tell people about himself. He thinks that if people know him, they will use
it against him.

In short, Light is obsessed with learning and gaining new knowledge, doesn't really like people, doesn't
understand people and their emotions, everything he does has to be as close to perfect as possible, he uses
people and gains some pleasure from it, and doesn't like letting people know personal details about himself.

Habits:

• Fidgeting. Anything he can get his hands on he'll fidget with.
• Ignoring people. If people are boring or disrupting his work, he'll pretend they aren't there.
• Pocketing things. If he likes it or it interests him, chances are he'll put it in his pocket and forget about it.
• Being unkind. He doesn't feel the need to cater to people's feelings and will often forget that people need to be treated nicely for him to be liked.

Hobbies:

• Collecting. He has bags full of seemingly worthless things. Mainly random animal bones or potion samples.
• Reading. He'll read anything as long as it gives him some new knowledge.
• Small crafts. He likes making small things, like little boxes, jewelry, or dolls.

Fears:

• Dogs. He was bitten as a child and is always scared he's going to get mauled. He does his best to avoid them, but if one starts to chase him or act aggressively, he'll freeze. Either that or he will destroy them in a bout of fire.
• Death. Anyone in their right mind is scared of dying, but he is petrified of it. If he thinks a situation will get him killed he will refuse to do it, and will probably even leave. He can barely even think of death without panicking. He's made attempts at immortality before, but they've always ended in his test subject's death.
• Disfiguiration. His parents beat it into him that he had to be perfect, and scars, marks, missing limbs, or anything of that like are far from perfect. He considers scars hideous and something to be ashamed of. He will go into a panic if he is burned or badly cut for fear that he will be scarred.

Likes:

• Reading.
• Messing with people.
• The color green.
• Small things that fit in his hand. They're the best to fidget with.
• Puzzles.
• Reading.

Dislikes:

• People in general.
• Dogs.
• Being dirty.
• The color orange.
• Too much heat/being sweaty.
• Willful ignorance & stupidity.

• Skill: Puzzle Solving His love of puzzles makes it so he can easily and quickly solve puzzles.
• Skill: Fencing As a child he was taught fencing as a way to discipline himself. It quickly became a fun hobby and a way of fighting without spells.
• Skill: Fire Starting He can start a fire with damn near anything and on anything. His love of fire made this possible. As a child, he used to burn his neighbors toys.
• Skill: Diplomacy He's good at settling arguments and deciding what's best for both parties. Not that he would really use it for anyone but himself.
• Skill: Small Crafts He enjoys making small things as a hobby and has gotten quite good at it.
• Skill: Lying He is a liar at heart and rarely tells the truth. He's been a liar since he first learned it at age 10 and hasn't really stopped since.

• Spell: Firebolt Hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within range (120 ft). A flammable object hit by this spell ignites. Casting Time: Six seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic (Hand movements). Damage: (2d10) 20 Damage.
• Spell: Burning Hands As you hold your hands with thumbs touching and fingers spread, a thin sheet of flames shoots forth from your outstretched fingertips. The fire ignites any flammable objects in the area. Casting Time: Sex seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: (3d6) 18 Damage.
• Spell: Chain Lightning You create a bolt of lightning that arcs toward a target of your choice that you can see within range (150 ft). Three bolts then leap from that taget to as many as three other targets, each of which must be within 30 feet of the first target. A target can be a creature or an object and can be targeted by only one of the bolts. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: (10d8) 80.
• Spell: Cone of Cold A blast of cold air erupts from your hands. Each creature in a 60-foot cone takes cold damage. A creature killed by this spell becomes a frozen statue until it thaws. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic, Small Crystal. Damage: (8d8) 64 damage.
• Spell: Continual Flame A flame, equivalent in brightness to a torch, springs forth from an object that you touch. The effect looks like a regular flame, but it creates no heat and doesn't use oxygen. A continual flame can be covered or hidden but not smothered or quenched. Continues until dispelled. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: None.
• Spell: Erupting Earth Choose a point you can see on the ground within range (120 ft). A fountain of churned earth and stone erupts in a 20-foot cube centered on that point. Each creature in that area that doesn't dodge takes damage. Additionally, the ground in that area becomes difficult terrain until cleared away. Each 5-foot-square portion of the area requires at least 1 minutes to clear by hand. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic, a Piece of Obsidian. Damage: (3d12) 36 Damage.
• Racial Ability: Dread CallTieflings are heavily resistant to demonic and otherworldly possession (except from the Dread God itself) and can temporarily call upon the Dreaded One to read ancient texts (though the Dread God may not always answer)

Possessions Generally On Person (Hip Bag):

• Item: Spellbook A book that has all of his known incantations.
• Item: Small Crystal A small blue crystal used for spells.
• Item: Large Piece of Obsidian A large piece of obsidian (about the size of a dagger) used for spells. It is sharp enough to double as a dagger in a pinch. Although, if it's slammed against metal, stone, or anything harder than a cracker, it may break.
• Item: Charcoal Used for writing.
• Item: Coin Purse A pouch used for holding coins.
• Item: 3 Days Rations A collection of dried meats. It's enough to get one person through three days if used once a day. It could probably get one person through a longer period of time if used sparingly.
• Item: Assortment of Junk The remaining spaces in his bag are dedicated to holding random junk he felt was worth collecting.

Weapons:

• Item: Rapier A rapier tailored for Light.
• Item: Dagger A small dagger used for cutting things, like cheese, ropes, or someone who got too close.
• Item: Hunting Knife A knife made to gut and skin animals, and cut wood.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Light Leather Chest Piece Offers more armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: Light Leather Leggings. Offers more armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: Light Leather Boots. Offers mroe armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Comfortable walking shoes. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Item: 5 Days Rations A collection of dried meats that can get one person through five days if eaten once every day. It could probably get one person through a longer period of time if used sparingly.
• Item: Water Skin A basic water skin that can hold a half gallon of water when full.
• Item: Bed Roll A bed roll made of assorted furs. Good if sleeping on the ground. Bad if sleeping in the snow.
• Item: Basic Fire Starting Material Assorted plant fibers and a flint and steel. Flint and steel are good for 50 more uses.
• Item: Small Tent A small green tent made for one person. Gives extra warmth, especially when combined with a bed roll.
• Item: Assorted Maps A map for every place he's been and any place he's going. It doesn't give cities, instead they are all basic topography maps.

Magical Items:

• Item: Arcane Focus A crystal used to focus arcane energies to allow the casting of powerful or completecated spells.
• Item: N/A

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: Healing Potion (3) Potions that restore a some health and energy. Doesn't work if bleeding or poisoned.
• Item: Poison Antidote (2) Potions that heal basic poisons (weak poison spells, food poisoning, weak plant poisoning).
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

• Item: Deeproot (2) Grown in the forests of Valenndale Deeproot works as incredibly potent disinfectant and anti-bacterial cleansing agent. It is used most commonly throughout the Elven Kingdom as well as the Union. Deeproot serum is often recognized as a foreign entity by the body and thus quickly attacked in an attempt by said body to balance its humors. It works well in cleansing cuts and when applied to infections.
• Item: Witch Hazel (5) A common herbal serum ingested to alleviate pain, and minor illness. Witch Hazel is common in more areas of the world, particularly in Carthus.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

History: Light was born in Syddal, but his mother, Nericia brought him over from the Pillar Cities to Bobriki to keep him from going through the Tiefling trials. His father, Elyas isn't biological, but he is still the only father he's ever really known. His family was surrounded by scandal (mainly because his mother was a tiefling and his father a human), although none of it was ever really bad. His father was a merchant and that kept his family well fed. He never had brothers or sisters, it was just his father, his mother, and him. If he did have siblings, he probably would've tormented them to no end.

His love of knowledge started early on, and his mother encouraged it. Nericia constantly gave him things to work with. His favorites were the puzzles and the riddles, although she challenged him with other things, such as reading or math challenges. Light was a secluded child because he was more fond of his puzzles than anyone else, but he did have one friend. His only childhood was his neighbor, Gabriel. He was a runt that, like Light, had no other friends. Light often picked on him and took his things, but Gabriel didn't mind. Gabriel accepted whatever Light did to him, which often wasn't kind. Even if Light burned Gabriel's toys, he still looked out for him. When other kids picked on the boy, Light would torment them instead. His fondest memory of his early childhood was putting a snake down a bully's shirt. The snake bit the boy and almost killed him, but they knew not to pick on Light or Gabriel after that.

Light didn't have much discipline and was free to do as he wished (as long as he mastered his daily puzzles), but Elyas insisted he had something. Light had seen other rich kids fencing and wanted to try it too, only so he could be better than them. He was slow to learn it and often got scolded for it. Although, when he finally picked it up he enjoyed it and quickly became better than the other kids. Eventually, though, he got bored. If Light didn't have a challenge, he didn't see the point in doing something. When he got older, his mother suggested magic. His mother was a healer so he had an inborn ability and quickly learned to love magic. Light gave up his friendship with Gabriel to pursue Destruction Magic, although part of it wasn't his choice. He enjoyed destroying many things, so it was a fun hobby, although his mother rarely let him use his magic for fear he would be discovered and taken away. In order to protect him from being stolen, Nericia also kept him in her sights at all times. He wasn't allowed to go anywhere without her, and they always practiced on their property, behind closed doors.

When he became a teenager, he was obsessed with learning. He wanted to learn about everything, whether it was a spell or a worm. His mother taught him as much as she could, but it wasn't enough. She didn't ever let him use magic, so he had no experience. At age 16 he set out into the world. He knew a few spells, and if those failed he had his fencing. Even with his mother's training, he wasn't a fully fledged mage. He didn't ever get the proper training. He never studied under monks, so he doesn't have much control over his magic. Light's magic unstable because it is based on his emotion. He is usually calm, and that works out best with his magic, but with feelings of anger or excitement it becomes more devastating and out of control. If Light is ever depressed or sad, his magic is less powerful and is more likely to fail. When terribly depressed or sad, he can't summon more than a simple flame. The more intense and powerful the emotion, the more it controls his magic. Anger, anxiety, fear, anguish, excitement, along with a few other things are very strong emotions that cause his magic to become more dangerous. Sadness, emotional numbness, daze, and other things are strong in their own sense, but they dampen his magical ability.

Light had enough to protect himself as he traveled the nation. Learning is his passion, and even with as much as he knows, he seeks to learn more. He knows powerful magic and an assortment of things about the creatures and science of the world. Even though he's not fond of people, he still chose to learn about them too. He learned more about his magic through experience and figured out what worked best for him, but sometimes his emotions still get out of control.

Light hungers for more knowledge, and will seek it to the edges of the earth. He wants to become immortal just so he can continue to learn forever. He has his mother to thank for his passion, and he would gladly die if it meant he knew everything.


Character Quote:
“Knowledge is power? No. Knowledge on its own is nothing, but the application of useful knowledge, now that
is powerful.”
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Vivaldi Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave
Anything Else:
"I swear allegiance to High Mist. May she never fall."

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Name:Barris Isengrim
Titles: None, or at least none he has any claim to anymore.
Aliases: N/A
Age: 64
Race/Ethnicty: Dwarf
Continent of Origin: Carthus
Gender: Male
Class/Subclass: Rogue, Gunslinger

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Strength: 11
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 11

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Height: 4'7''
Weight: 120 lbs
Appearance Description: Short, stout but not particularly bulky in muscle or fat. With a fair-lengthed red beard, and short tied back red hair. He has steely grey eyes and slightly tanned skin.
Day To Day Attire: Hooded Red Cloak over leathers over a mail shirt and gambeson, linen trousers, heavy work boots.
Strengths:

• Marksmanship
• Endurance
• Iron Will

Weaknesses:

• Magic
• Greed
• Indulgence

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Loyal * Driven * Libertine * Proud

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Officially Single, with various relations throughout his travels but nothing serious.
Personality: Barris has a fairly carefree, yet also reserved attitude around most he meets. He doesn't care particularly what people do in their time, so long as he is left alone to do what he wants with his. Easily animated after a few drinks or a good game, he can talk someone's ear off with stories of his various exploits in many regards to any who care to hear, but only on his own terms. He has no patience for condescending or mightier-than-thou types who'd criticize him or his lifestyle choices, and can be quick to anger when pressed. Though his anger usually manifests in him threatening to blast someone's kneecap before they even realize what hit them before any of the typical Berserker-rage of his kind's fabled warriors.

To his friends and associates, he's loyal and dependable. And he's not comfortable leaving a job unfinished, if it takes him a month to track down a mark, so be it, he'd rather that than tarnish his own name or reputation for his business. To which end, he's particularly proud of his skills and track record, in his mind with good reason considering his abilities, though to those who don't know him it can come across as vain or brash.
Habits:

• Smoking
• Drinking

Hobbies: Gambling games, Barris is a big fan of games involving wagers, and has made it his goal to learn to play as many as he can. He's knowledgable in several varieties of card and dice games both of Dwarven and Human varieties.
Fears:

• Spheksophobia, or the fear of Wasps and getting stung by them.
• Cynophobia, or the fear of Dogs.
• Kinemortophobia, the fear of Zombies, the Undead, and being turned into one of them.

Likes:

• Precious Metals
• Precious Gems
• Drinking
• Gambling
• Women
• Shooting

Dislikes:

• High Elves
• Sorcerers
• Cheats
• Priests
• Bankers
• Dwarven Traditionalists

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• Skill:Forge Touched The Natural Ability of Dwarves to make them temporarily resistant to intense heat and non-fatal blows, a hand-over from their centuries-old lifestyles within their mountain empires.
• Skill:Quick-Draw A skilled gunslinger, Barris's reflexes with a gun are among the top tier within Carthus.
• Skill:Keen Eyes Barris has very good eyesight, both for far off and up close situations. Helps him spot quality items, imperfections in his weapons, and helps him hunt and track marks.
• Skill:Gunsmith Barris's specialty craft is in the creation and maintenance of firearms, and everything that goes with them, from bullets and gunpowder to weapon attachments.
• Skill:Ambidextrous As capable with a weapon or tool in one hand as he is in another.
• Skill:Mule-Riding Though its rare when Victor is not carrying Barris' luggage and is free for the Dwarf to ride, Barris has the skill to ride Mules and other similarly sized steeds.

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Possessions Generally On Person:

• Item:Pack Mule A reliable and stout steed named Victor or Vic for short, usually carries Barris' luggage.
• Item:Puzzle-Trunk Most valuable item in Barris' possession, a Trunk with a specialty lock system design worked into the box's surface ensuring that even if one has the key, they'd need to expend more effort to open it. Barris keeps all his money and valued possessions (His weapon maintenance tools being the other major item of value) in here if they aren't literally on him. Made for financially paranoid people who don't trust banks.
• Item:Powder-Bag A dry-bag of leather designed to carry gunpowder and keep it dry even in the most wet conditions, short of opening the bag and dumping water in, of course. 5 lbs bag for bulk storage.
• Item:Pack of Spare clothes and furs Self-explanatory.
• Item:Camp Kit Small Iron pot, Flint, Hatchet. Basic tools for camp and fire-making,
• Item:Small Barrel Usually filled with water, rarely with alcohol.

Weapons:

• Item:Dirk Simple, small, and made of reliable and sturdy iron.
• Item:Brace of Pistols Six Dwarven-made Pistols, four holstered across his chest, and two at his hips. Short and simple to load with decent range and accuracy. Stamped with Barris' initials on the but of the guns.
• Item:Blunderbuss A long gun with a wide barrel, can be loaded with multiple shot or projectiles for a wide shot, effective within a few yards of the shooter or in a confined space.
• Item:Rifle Masterpiece of engineering, long gun with a narrow barrel, can be fitted with various attachments, designed for long-range shots when scoped and fitted, decent mid-range when not fitted.
• Item:Bola A short iron chain with two weights attached, designed to be thrown and trip fleeing individuals.
• Item:Mace A short one-handed mace designed for close-range bludgeoning.

Armor:

• Item:Chain mail Standard forged shirt of mail rings, designed to defend his torso against blades and arrows.
• Item:Pauldrons, Greaves, and shoulder guards Forged of iron, designed to protect his joints on his arms and legs.
• Item:Leather Jacket Worn over the mail, basically just provides extra padding and make his armour less conspicuous.
• Item:Gamebson Worn under the mail, more padding.
• Item:Heavy Leather Boots Complete with metal toes, built for forge-work.
• Item:Leather Studded Gloves Designed for work as much as practical.

Pack Contents:

• Item:Spare ammunition and powder horn A must for any travelling, Barris never leaves without spare bullets and powder.
• Item:Leather Waterskin Self-explanatory.
• Item:Length of rope with a hook or bolt attachment Always useful for a variety of situations even without the attachments.
• Item:Lantern Simply made, uses oil.
• Item:Spare food Varies depending on what is available, but usually it consists of stuff that won't rapidly rot. Hard bread, salted meats or jerky, and a few pieces of fruit or veg.
• Item:Map and Compass So that he never loses his way.

Magical Items:

• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Potions:

• Item:Minor Potion of Healing x3 Bought, low quality, but effective for dealing with minor injuries.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Creation Materials:

• Item: Sulfur (A large jar full, component of Gunpowder)
• Item: Saltpeter (A large jar full, component of Gunpowder)
• Item: Charcoal (Smaller jar full, component of Gunpowder)
• Item: Lead Chunks (For ball manufacture)
• Item: Small cast mould (For ball manufacture)
• Item: N/A

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History: Barris Isengrim was born in year 74 of the Age of Owls, to a lesser noble house within the Dwarven Empire of Viguard, with an illustrious line of warriors and craftsmen to its name and a fair estate in the city of Vyberg. Held in fair regard by Lord Magnate Vardin Theimer for their continued support of his efforts to unify the Dwarven Kingdoms of Carthus under his rulership from Viguard, the Isengrim family is one of decent political power, wealth, and standing within the Viguard imperial court and is a rising star of the houses, leading to competition among its own family members in an attempt attempt to out-do one another and earn the Emperor's favour, like all of the noble houses do to each other in turn.

A middling child, Barris often found himself getting the short end of the stick within his own house's political machinations and games among his siblings. Always in the shadow of his more senior siblings or relatives who'd made names for themselves as craftsmen, warriors, or scholars and never really feeling satisfied in his seemingly ordained role to be a third wheel to the house.

Thus, defying noble tradition and becoming the gossip of Vyberg for months afterwards, shortly after his 28th birthday, Barris submitted a request to the Imperial Registrar of Viguard, to be voluntarily disowned from all titles and family holdings of House Isengrim, and therefore annul any obligations he held to his House and family. Such an action was not unprecedented, but was usually the move criminals and social outcasts made to quietly slip away into obscurity, out of shame, and to cover the asses of the family heads who didn't want to have to deal with problem relatives. But Barris did it boldly and of his own free will, as a statement of defiance that he would make his own fortune and destiny rather than be bound and dictated by his family's interests, a family whom had shown him that they cared little for his own desires and more about their own social-political standings. In so doing, he stripped his relatives of any authority over him, he packed what savings and belongings he had obtained over his decades in the noble academies and odd jobs he'd worked under family artisans, and thus left the family estate in Vyberg with nary a backward glance, to the ire of his parents.

The Dwarf hopped around the Empire for several years, taking odd crafting and security jobs where he could, there was no shortage of need of extra hands for Masters were busying on an almost perpetual basis, if not crafting weapons to fight monsters within the tunnels or to guard the northern boundaries of the realm, then to wage petty wars or conflicts alongside various other powers, there was also always the ever-present threat of the Ostguardian Empire to their south making a push to take them by force . . . if they were to ever decide upon it in their committee meetings that made up their government. In time though, he grew tired of his own kind and after making some money, he traveled into Vicelle lands.

Under happy circumstance, he made his way into the company of a Gnome tinker named Chartwick. Being some of the best tinkerers and inventors to rival even Dwarven crafts, Gnomes had traditionally been either at odds or creative partners with Dwarves over the years given different situations. Both being travelers in lands foreign to them, kindred spirits of similar plights, and neither having any friends outside of their own kind, Barris made a deal with Chartwick, to be the Gnome's more intimidating muscle and travelling companion so that he would be free to conduct his work without much fear of persecution or robbery, and in exchange instead of a wage he would pay Barris in apprenticing him under the Gnomish science of Blackpowder inventions, a science which had intrigued Barris ever since his days in the academy of Vyberg. The two became traveling partners for 5 years as they putted around from town to town in Human and Dwarven lands selling all manner of Gnomish invention to those with the money to buy them, and Chartwick put his strict but fair instruction to bear upon the Dwarf apprentice.

Parting under amicable circumstances, Chartwick and Barris went their own separate ways after their time together, with Barris now skilled and knowledgeable in the arts and usage of various firearms and the creation of blackpowder and bullets. He had made pieces of his own, under his Gnomish Master's instruction of course, a fair brace of pistols and two different long guns, a prime project to graduate one from Apprenticeship which passed the Master's inspections. Armed with his knowledge and training, he went to seek work that would hone his skills further as a Gunslinger. Following rumours within Taverns among particularly shady individuals within Carthus territory, he descended along more sparsely traveled routes in the mountains, descending down into the depths of the world, to the place where all manner of criminals, Freeholders, thrill-seekers, and those seeking escape from ordered society for whatever reason founded beneath the roots of the world, The Charred Republic. Supposedly founded by some particularly industrious Tieflings who saw no fear in what they were and instead embraced how much of the world's people hated them, they had used their power to carve out a place where all of a similar candor could come and partake in the freedom to do as they wished and in time, many seeking escape and criminal delights came from all over the world, the only entry fee being that they find their way to it first.

Barris found his way there, and set himself up as a gun-for-hire. A rarity among the forlorn and often wretched individuals who made their way to these depths, few were skilled in the arts of gun-slinging, not to mention in making black powder. He spent many years taking marks from clients within The Charred Republic, chasing traitorous associates, cowardly debtors, and rivals of various individuals, and while he also took bounties above ground often too over the years, there were few places on Ithea that could give Barris what he craved that the place where all the refuse and unwanted of the world could congregate could not. And thus, such is how Barris has lived his life thus far, a relatively young Dwarf formerly of noble heritage, who cast it aside in the desire to make his own fortune out from the shadow of peers, and instead walking the line between criminal hitman and legitimate bounty hunter as a kind of quasi-mercenary. Mostly comes down to one's perspective as to which he is.

Could he have had an easier life? Perhaps, but he wouldn't trade the freedom he has to make his own fortunes and the people and places he's met and seen along the path towards that goal, for all the world.

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Character Quote: "Live life like there's no tomorrow, be true to yourself, and try not to leave any regrets. Take it from the Dwarf who shoots guns for a living: No matter which Gods you believe in, there's no guarantees you'll get a second shot at living."
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcjZZIRRBNA&list=RDvcjZZIRRBNA "You Know My Name" cover by Poets of the Fall, originally by Chris Cornell for the film Casino Royale. (Cornell's is great but I prefer Poets' version's ending and overall style a bit more.)
Anything Else:

Personality

Light would make an interesting addition to any party. It's definitely not an easy feat to RP a sadistic character. I am interested to see how he would react to some of the villains. I definitely allow for more villainous characters, but keep in mind that this world will react in kind to Light and this could make things difficult for you and your allies.

The one thing that struck me as somewhat contradictory is that he is said to never break promises or deals because he finds it to be disrespectful. However you also note that he is a liar. I'm not sure if this is just when it comes to relaying information to others. Just keep in mind that he will be working for a guild in the RP.

The way I was interpreting the above concern was that perhaps Light is a more politically-tact character. You did list diplomacy as one of his skills so maybe I'm not totally off. Perhaps he recognizes the importance of upholding promises with powerful people, but is also incredibly manipulative and lies when he has to. I could be off base with this, but I thought it was an interesting angle that would give the character some great in-game opportunities. I can go in-depth with Tiefling political structures should you be interested in exploring this.

Also, something else to be careful with is how openly violent Light is. If he was raised in the Four Pillar Cities (Tiefling territory) in High Mist he'd have been sent to live his life as a Monk if he showed such ill-will for his kind and this is especially true considering he's a mage.

Backstory
Based on Light's backstory it sounds like he may have been raised in a human society. This will be elucidated further in the RP, but Tiefling culture is one of sacrifice and retribution. All tieflings are meant to take a generational group pilgrimage as teenagers to the monastic temples that dot the Wastelands of the southern-most parts of High Mist. This is especially true for mage tieflings who are sent as children. So, if Light was raised in High Mist it'd be really important to hear about that in his backstory. What are his thoughts on the Dread God. Is it mere myth and fantasy to him? Another great mystery he wants the answers to?

If he was raised in human society I think his backstory makes a bit more sense as is. Typically Tieflings do become merchants or entertainers when fleeing/leaving High Mist. If he was raised in any of the non-Tiefling cities he'd be treated as an outcast (and potentially pursued given his status as a mage) were he to travel to The Pillar Cities without care of concealing his identity.

Abilities/Weaknesses
I think he's good in terms of his abilities! Destruction magic is fine by me. I have a few ideas that might influence how your character develops down the road. Of course this will be at your discretion. They'll just be ideas to think about when the time comes.

However, one think I think needs a bit more work are Light's weaknesses and strengths. The personality flaws and positives are more fitting in the personality section. For weaknesses, mages are typically less able to handle close quarters combat and are fairly squishy. Light seems far more adept at mid-far range combat. I don't mind him having a rapier, but he is a young mage so I think his focus should be on one or the other for now with the potential to get more capable later on.

For strengths it seems that Light is capable at keeping foes at a distance.

Other things to consider:

Is Light quick on his feet?

Is Light more adept at reading incantations or fencing?

What types of magic might he be weak to? Spells involving water? Divine magics? Etc. (There aren't race-specific ones. I just mean spells that might cancel out your spells).

These physical strengths and weaknesses will really help everyone out in combat situations. Allies can help make up for Light's downfalls, and enemies can exploit them. Keep in mind that Light seems to have a lot of potential outside of combat too. This isn't too say he's too strong now, but just remember to be wary of that kind of thing if you decide to change things around. As well keep in mind that he will grow in power throughout the RP.

Name:
Raux (Sur-Name replaced by title)
Titles:
Wit - In the Empire of Britheria, the culture of the nobility has developed many practices and habits when it comes to presenting themselves. At some point in history, the nobility found it to be beneath their station to insult their peers. Thus came the title of ‘Wit’. The Wit’s soul role in the court is to be the supplement to their charge’s personal wit and insult their charge’s peers. The title is for life till personally renounced, and grows more invasive to the individuals name the higher up in the court their charges are. It is not illegal for a Britherian to kill a Wit in the Empire after an insult provided it was by their own blades and not by cowardly means.
Aliases:
The Grinning Cat; Jarl Fekurror's Wit
Age:
32
Race/Ethnicty:
Brith; Cougar
Continent of Origin:
Crysteria
Gender:
Female
Class/Subclass:
Bard, Lore


Strength:
10
Dexterity:
14
Constitution:
8
Intelligence:
10
Wisdom:
13
Charisma:
20


Height:
6'5"
Weight:
223lbs
Appearance Description:
Raux is a Brith of average height that closely resembles a Cougar in appearance, with a nearly flat chest and subtly sweeping curves. She has an athletic and limber body that closely resembles that of an acrobat and contortionist.
Her fur, as her entire body shape, is that of a cougar. The tawny color of brown, shades of gray, and small dips few markings of black make up the majority of her coat’s hues. And wrapping around her shoulder and shifting down her left arm is a tattoo made of elaborate dyes. The tattoo is of a sequence of swirling and intricate runes that when translated, recites her oaths.

Extending from her ears are strips of long fur similar to what could usually be found on a caracal or a lynx. And running through the cartilage of her ears are six brass loops. Four on the right ear, and two on the left.
Her mane is tightly braided into multiple long ropes of hair.

Strangely, no matter her mood, she always appears to have a perpetual smile on her lips. However, the perceptive may notice the faintness hints of her approaching madness by the way her occasionally rapidly dilate unnaturally on their own. Or the way her eyes will rarely look to something that is not visible to most.

And lastly, while her fur is extremely well kept and surprisingly in a naturally luxerous state... if you were to move the fur about to expose her skin, you'd find various scars lining her body that are too precise to be something picked up in battle or on accident. The scars appear to be the result of shackles and blades.

Day To Day Attire:
She wears a fashionably ornate, and surprisingly sturdy burgundy long coat that could be mistaken for a dress in some cases. To those who are familiar with the Empire of Britheria, they'd find that the longcoat strikingly resembles a female officer's uniform. Swirling patterns line the coat in broken up sections that masterfully keeps the eye looking and lingering over the wearer’s form. The coat’s fit is adjustable and is designed to snugly fit to the torso while remaining loose on the joints to allow the full range of motion.The buttons for the coat start at the collarbone, and work their way down to the waist. The left sleeve is designed to be long enough to cover her hand up to the nuckles, and flare out at the cuffs. The tail of her coat reaches down a few inches past the half of her shins.

The shift under the coat takes on an argyle pattern of black and white.
She wears a pair of sturdy but comfortable gray-esque silver trousers that are loosely fitted with the cuffs buttoned to tighten up around her kalfs and just over her boots.
And finally, a series of colored cloths wrap around her head with a corner pointing down the middle and behind herself. They are an alternating sequence of colors from maroon to silver four times, and lastly ending with a bolt of gold cloth. These wraps serve to guide her braided mane behind herself and down her back. While also leaving a couple hanging by her muzzle. These strands have been decorated with brass beads.

Strengths:

• Enthralling
• Persuasion/Intimidation/Bluffing
• Acrobatic
• Enchanting

Weaknesses:

• Ranged Combat
• Curiosity
• Loyalty
• Hallucinates
• Honesty
• Panic Attacks
• Mediocre Willpower
• Most Magics are useless to those who cannot hear.

Endearing * Fractured Mind * Tormenting * Promiscuous Humor

Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:

If you were to choose a handful of words to describe this Brith, then you'd find the words; "Brazen", "Carefree", and "Whimsical" appearing almost immediately along with the word "Foolish" to some. And for the most part these are all true. She's Brazen to a degree that most would find utterly impossible. She'd have no problems with walking in public nude if she had to. She's not bothered by sexual advances or overly offensive jokes. And will gleefully test with abandon if an Orcish Warlord can laugh at themselves. There are even rumors about her sexual tastes being unusual. She's carefree in the sense that she enjoys life. She never thinks about the potential of death, as death always comes on swift wings. She takes great joy in new experiences and taking risks to see where the road will take her - through good times or worse.

But foolish is something she is not. Despite the surface layer of her personality, she is quite sage and humble. If you manage to catch her on the off chance where she's calmed down and deep in her own thoughts, you'll find her asking strange questions, telling parables, or even sharing some insight.

And then, there is her loyalty. Her loyalty is respectable, if not nearly zealous. But her loyalty is often at conflict with her own principles. Should a life long companion be at odds with the law, her honesty would often battle with her loyalty towards her friend. And often she finds herself having to settle with truthful wordplay or misdirection to protect her companions, or leaders.

Lastly, she can hold a grudge like a dwarf. If not worse. While she may not have something as ceremonial as a book of grudges, which is written in the blood of kings, and holds all the names that wronged dwarf kind... you'd certainly believe she has something similar. Typically, it is difficult to earn your way onto her shit list through most social interactions. But those of great severity will earn you a nice place dug deep in the pits of hell. And she will surely be the first person to drag you to your new home. And while she can be forgiving, there has to be a very good reason for such wrong doing for her to strike your name from her personal list.

Habits:

• Rubbing her Wrist and neck as if just being freed from a collar and shackles.
• Humming
• Smiling or Grinning

Hobbies:
Satire
Reading
Telling Stories
Jokes
Collecting Riddles

Fears:

• Thalassophobia - Fear of deep bodies of water and the blasphemous monstrosities it may hold.
• Merinthophobia - Fear of being physically restrained
• Autophobia - Fear of being Alone
• Trypophobia: Fear of a large cluster of holes.

Likes:

• Jokes
• Riddles
• Stories
• Jerky
• Fish
• Sphinxes
• Philosophy
• Music
• Art

Dislikes:

• High Elves
• Cucumbers
• Betrayal
• The taste of alcohol; doesn't mean she won't drink anything that hides the flavor well.
• Sad Stories
• Huge Egos

• Crowd Favorite Great at Fascinating, inspiring, intimidating, or soothing crowds.
• Slight of Hand The art of deft hand movement, hand eye coordination, contact juggling, and misleading gestures. With a skill like this, Raux seems to show quite the display of hand-eye coordination. She's quite capable at juggling dangerous items, making things seemingly disappear from plain sight, and even setting objects in a controlled fall by rolling them on her body.
• Bardic Knowledge On top of having a whole personal library of legends, rumors, knowledge on important people, and stories in her head... she somehow has an uncanny ability of knowing things that one typically wouldn't expect her to know. ((DM's Digression)).
• Multiple Languages She has studied, and is in fluent in multiple languages, and a few ancient languages.
• Sharp Tongue There is an old saying that the tongue is sharper than the blade. And this holds a strong truth with Raux. She's not only able to masterfully manipulate ones emotions and logical thoughts with a selection of carefully chosen words. But she can even use it in battle for effect. Got a colossal orc towering over you wanting to rip you a new superfluous behind and then breed it? A few quick words and a cougar's scream will send him packing for the hills! Got a sure bladed sword master pointing his pointy thing at you? Some all natural glibness might make him surrender!
• Bestial Speed Brith are capable of doubling the speed of other races by using their immense arm and leg strength to run on all fours. They can lunge greater distances, but are also more susceptible to counterattack by skilled weapon wielders.

What sets a bard apart from a common minstrel is that their words and songs often have vast power hidden in them. The subtle 'magic' of Bards is often hard to catch, even by well-learned wizards. By using the emotions they pour into their songs, or the emotions the song inspires they twist and weave reality to inspire the impossible. Because of what a bard is capable of... even though they are not recognized as true arcane practitioners - they are often closely watched or disallowed to enter certain locations because of just how subtle and dangerous their art can be.

• Bardic Performance The key defining factor of true bards. While not exactly a spell, it's more of a 'personality' of the Bards that separates them from the rest of the arcane world - and what forces them into obscurity for not being true magic. A bard uses the power of his performances to extreme effect. These effects remain continuous as long as the bard is able to maintain his performance. Their ability to maintain performance depends on their ability to concentrate, and grows increasingly more difficult to stop the more skilled the Bard is. They are able to do other things as long as they maintain concentration.
  Counter Song The bard plays or sings a song that counters and blocks the effects of magics that depends on sound or language. For example but not limited to, sonic damage based abilities or spells, spells or abilities that control people through a language that they can understand "I command you to protect me" (suggestion), spells or abilities that fascinates by the use of sound or language, spells or abilities that forces unnatural fear through the use of sound. Any creature who is within thirty feet of the Bard and is under the effects of a non-instantaneous sound or language-dependent spell may use the power of the bard's performance to break free. However, Countersong will not stop a spell that requires verbal components to be casted.
  Distraction The bard makes a performance that counters the effects of magics and abilities that depends on sight, Illusion schools Pattern and Figment. Glamer, Shadows, and Phantasms are not stopped by this performance. Like Countersong, any creature within thirty feet that is already under affect of the song may use the strength of the bard's performance to help them break free.
  Fascinate The bard makes a performance that causes one or more creatures to become fascinated with him. The prescence of dangers or nearby combat may prevent this ability from working.
  Suggestion A bard can use his performance to make suggestions to a single fascinated creature. The bard can use this ability more than once in a single performance.
  Inspire Courage The bard uses his performance to inspire courage into his allies. With bolstered morale, they become more resistant to fear and will even have their combat abilities improved.
  Dirge of Doom The bard's performance shaken's enemies. It instills fear in them strong enough to impact their ability, but not quite enough to send them running for the hills. It does however make it significantly easier to intimidate and instill fear into foes.
• Enhance Ability The caster touches a creature and bestoys a magical enhancement with a chosen affect for one hour.
  Bear's Endurance The target becomes much more tolerant to pain and will be able to shrug off some blows as if they were weaker than they actually were. Their endurance is also increased.
  Bull's StrengthThe target grows stronger and is able to carry twice as much as he was able to before.
  Cat's Grace The target grows more dexterous. They even seem to land on their feet and able to land safely from a fall distance of twenty feet without harm.
  Eagle's Splendor The target grows more charismatic, magjestic like an eagle.
  Fox's Cunning The target grows more intelligent and cunning.
  Owl's Wisdom The target gains more wisdom, and grows wiser. Their visual accuitity also improves a bit.
  Components V,S,M(Requires a tuft of fur or feather of the animal in question).
• Tasha's Hideous Laughter A creature of choice percieves everything as hilariously funny and falls into a fit of laughter if this spell affects it for up to a minute. Those who do are unnable to resist will fall prone, and become incapacitated. They will not be able to stand up for the duration. The creature might be able to break out of it periodicially.
• Cutting Words A bard specific spell that uses the bard's wit and strongly empowers his words. His insults, quips, jabs, and mocks will distract, confuse, and otherwise slap the confidence and competence right out of the target. Consequently the target's abilities will start to suffer under the bard's influence. A skilled bard could even potentially cause severe pyschotic damage.
• Aura of Vitality Healing energy radiates from the caster in a thirty foot radius for up to a minute. The aura follows the caster for the duration. The caster is able to focus and cause one creature to be greatly healed.
• Grease This spell covers a solid surface with a slippery and flammable layer of grease. The area of that the spell covers varies on the caster's strength. It can also be casted on multiple individual objects where no two objects can be more than thirty feet apart. Objects that are coated in grease become incredibly slippery and difficult to hold. Ground surfaces coated in grease becomes incredibly difficult to traverse and likely cause people to slip and fall prone. Note, grease is not just limited to the ground, it is any solid surface - that includes walls.

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• An Elaborate Guitar A treasured item of Raux. It has seen her through all her days. Good and Bad. With it, she had chased away the fear of both today and tomorrow with it.
• Coin Purse A bag to hold money. What of it?
• A Pouch of Favors A pouch of gifts a bard would normally give at the end of a performance. Roses, trinkets, Sweets, and even small trophies from travels.
• Brass Flute A well crafted flute of Dwarven make.
• The Fool's Tarot Card A memento from the elderly man who taught her the way of the Bard.
• House Fekurror's Pendant A brass pendant that resembles the hold's shield. A memento given to her by her Jarl directly, before being sent off. The pendant is attached to a chain and hitched to her belt at all times.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Long Sword A standard light weight sword with a long blade designed to be used most efficiently with two hands. It's secured to her hips with a hard sheath and belt.
• Gambler's Dagger A dagger with a blade length of five inches, a slender handle, and a non-existing guard. The weapon is currently worn attached to her belt sideways, just above the tail. The design loses some of the advantages offered by a full dagger such as reach and a guard. However, the loss is made up by practicality, ease of concealing, and ease of palming without losing out on effectiveness.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
Currently Not Wearing Armor.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Change of Clothes A fresh change of clothes. Just something more suitable for night time when being proper is required.
• Bed Roll A simple roll out cushion, Blanket, and Tarp.
• Lantern And Oil An iron Oil Lantern with a flask of oil for light.
• 7x days of Traveling Rations Packages of traveling rations. Each package contains some assortment of foods designed to hold up well such as, Dried meats, nuts, pickles, hardtacks, and sausages.
• Water Skin A water resistant sack designed for storing fluids.
• Compass A simple compass.

Magical Items:

• NA
• NA

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• 4x Potion of Tongues A potion designed to allow the consumer to speak and understand a language he does not know for an hour or less, depending on metabolism. In order for it to work correctly, after consumption a kiss must be shared. More specifically, tongue contact is required - hence the name. While she most likely won't need it, she carries it around for others.
• 3x Minor Potions of Healing Your standard low budget healing in a bottle when magic isn't available.

Creation Materials: While not particularilly skilled at crafting potions or items... she does use materials for creating songs, or for her spells.

• Bag of Animal Components A bag containing tufts of fur and feathers
• Ink and Quil A simple marking set.
• Tube of Parchment Tube of carefully ruled goatskin parchment.

History: You best be a Brith if you’re going to be born in a landscape where you’ll get your eyes poked out by frosted nips in the summer, and where your manhood will compress itself so hard to your body that it broke off in the cold two miles back during winter. Fortunately for Raux, that just happens to be the case. And thankfully, she would never experience the later. She entered this world in year 104 in the Age of Owls – in the territory of House Fekurror on the western end of Mydar. She came out like all other kits, screeching and mewling up a storm – a sign of good health. The parents? A lovely female tailor by the name of Raksa, and a male naval soldier that looked grumpy even when smiling – but a teddy bear in personality named Paros. And together, just as they brought her into the world, they guided her on through her childhood.
Her family was well off, as both professions are going to be in demand all year around when you’re dealing with a cold climate all year long. And Raux? She was a merry child. Come tide or hell, there was not much that could put a dent in her mood. She asked for nothing, she didn’t care much for toys. She preferred making them herself. And the most precious toy she created was an instrument. A crude little thing made of sticks and string that she played daily – and garnered quite the attention from the hold. It wasn’t long before her mother decided to commission an elaborate guitar for her. One that Raux adored, and quickly took to the streets to play. Through many days, she had people dancing by the hold’s fountain.

And soon, a stranger rolled into town. No one knew where he came from, and no one knew his business. To them, he was a vagabond. The man was a brith that served no Jarl, and had no home. When folks did try to ask where he was from, he’d tell them something strange. “Take two steps back turn to the sun and look down. I was there last night, and now I’m here. Then tomorrow? I’ll be there again.” People eventually just stopped trying, brushing him off as some crazy bum. Or even a deserter. Yet no one bothered kicking him out of town. He never bothered anyone. And he’d only listen to Raux play when she was around, and stare up to the sky through the rest of the hours of the day.
At some point, when the two were alone, the man finally spoke to her. His first words, spoken softly, was of a parable.

It told of a man who strides many walks of life, humbled at the end of each. This man was seen only in the dark where unseen ravenous horrors lurked to ignite a light, just to be forgotten by time till the candle needed to be relit again. Again. And Again.
Rather than responding to her answer about what she thought. He looked to her and offered to teach her the ways of a bard. It was from this man through many years did she learn the many intricate arts of entertainment. From this man she formed three personal ideals through the Ritual of Immortal Oaths to follow and formed the source of her arcane ability. But the stranger started to have a strong influence on the little girl. Where many would grow wiser, mature, kinder, or cynical as they grow older… she did not. She became weirder with age.

Now at the ripe age of 18, she was entertaining the hold. A celebration to honor the death of the previous Jarl. Then the new Jarl to take the mantle, Furrok. For the most part it was a standard affair. People were dancing, Raux sang songs to remember the fallen Jarl by. But then she drew in everyone’s attention that it was time for the closing words to the Jarl’s story. Though instead of being respectful… the jester of a girl decided to send the man off with the crowd laughing than grim. She roasted the poor dead man with truthful, but hurtful words. Verbal lashings that’d be purely insidious if she did not make light of them in such a skillful manner. Something that’d likely get many executed on the spot. But she set the crowd roaring. She didn’t stop with the diseased Jarl. She wasn’t satisfied with just that. He walked down the line of his circle slowly. No Thane, Child, Woman, or Advisor was safe from her sharp tongue. Once the circle had been made medium well, she turned to the Jarl who was in tears from a fit of laughter. The onslaught continued, and the Jarl was sent rolling out of his chair squealing like a girl. The hold almost needed a new Jarl, for this one was about to laugh himself to death. Once the funeral was over, Raux was formally given the title of Jarl Furrok’s Wit. When she went to find The Stranger to continue her lessons, he had left a note and the Tarot card of the Joker.

Through these years, she saw to her duties. Often involving her to follow the Jarl where he went, and make quips and jabs at those who needed it. And by the Jarl’s orders she studied swordplay with the longsword from a Valkyrie. In a short amount of time, she began to grow a strong understanding of the Jarl’s mind. It wasn’t long before she started to predict exactly who he wanted to insult the most and how severely, or even how to playfully word news so horrible that people were too scared to tell the Jarl’s themselves. With time the two began to grow closer. The Jarl was just beyond the point of intimacy. Initially, Raux pushed these feelings away. She knew herself to be desirable, as there were many who showed interest in her. But seeing him persist, she finally saw these approaching emotions as genuine and formally rejected them in her own way. Less for herself, but for the Jarl as her title opens her up to a precarious position to let her life be taken in a moment’s notice.

At the age of twenty nine, yet another skirmish had broken out. In the previous years, the Jarl had eventually figured out that his Wit was a bard, and often would request her to give some amount of aid to their troops. This year wasn’t too much different in this respect. She went to the lines on her own accord. And promptly after arriving, there was an ambush on the forces that had demolished and routed Furrok’s forces, and caused her capture. Rather than being enslaved like most civilians, the commanding officer had remembered her all too well and apparently did not take too kindly to her jabs through the years. He ordered for to be thrown into the Frost-Wraith’s Mouth.
The Frost-Wraith’s mouth is an active dungeon within the Feuding Jarl’s territory. A place often described as a place that bestows such indescribable horrors… that it placed a man’s loyalties, mental fortitude, and sanity to the test. A place designed to break people. It was this place that she stayed in for weeks with no light, and only the smells, noises, tricks of the mind, and strange alien texture of the stone grown. She was often placed into the mercy of ‘Gentle Touchers’. They were gentle only in the sense of how they meticulously mangled your body, what followed after was not.

She had been there for several months before her liberation. The damage done to her body could be healed, but the experience left her mind scarred and severely fractured. The twitching wreck of a woman had enough peace of mind to remember her grudge, and personally asked the Jarl himself to handle the executions on her own. The Gentle Toucher’s were publically executed by her hands. And the man who had given the order of her imprisonment had been provided with an ultimatum. Follow the code of honor regarding the title of Wit, and fight her directly like he was supposed to. Or be tied by the wrist and ankles and be ripped apart by mounts. He chose the first.

The man was imprisoned, while Raux was given some time to recover before the duel. And when it came, the man was expecting the fight to be quick and easy. He was dead wrong. Raux didn’t just want to fight. She reduced him into a complete laughing-stock. She stepped away and danced around his strikes, hissing out insults and jeers. Actively stripped away pieces of his armor and paraded around the arena in a mock display. When she did strike, she made it clear that she fully intended to take her time. She wittled away at him, cutting at his wrist so his hands were useless, stabbed his feet so he was forced to limp, then eventually completely losing the control of an entire arm. She told the crowd one final joke before slashing his stomach open, and ripping his innards free with the hilt of her blade. She did not laugh at this last joke. Instead she spoke softly to the man while he was left to die to his wounds, “The last laugh is reserved for death, sweet heart.”

A few years after the fight, she was showing signs that she was recovering… but still was not quite herself. She no longer jumped at the shadows, shy away from blades, or clutched at her ears in a desperate attempt to block out voices that echoed in her head. But she still would occasionally wake up screaming… or suffer the occasional panic attack at the sight of some common things. The Jarl, with concern fueled by feelings he still had for her, requested that she’d take some time to travel and get away from this.. to see if that would be of aide.


Character Quote:

• "...I will remember those who have been forgotten. I will listen to those who have been ignored." Part of an Oath she has made upon becoming a bard.
• "The last laugh belongs to death, he's quite the jokster when you meet him."
• "The wisest man is the first to claim the part of the fool"
• "Nothing is more disturbing than a grin without the cat!"
• "The poor man. He thought he could outrun a centaur. Too bad my nose ran faster."

Theme Song:

Anything Else:

Panic Attacks and Madness During her time as a prisoner of war, her time with the enemy baron's "gentle touchers" in his dungeon had taken a serious toll on her mental health. While she had recovered a year after her liberation, the scars are not fully healed and have permanently left their marks.

That being said, she is prone to enter PTSD panic attacks under a variety of situations. Such as watching an ally being seriously injured, being seriously injured herself, being the target of mind controlling effects, being forcefully isolated, watching people being restrained under stress (in combat), being meticulously carved.

During this time - adrenaline is spiked higher than normal. She could either go temporarily feral and berserk, cower and hunker down somewhere, flail wildly, or freeze up.

She will also hallucinate and hear voices as her stress piles on. As the magnitude of her madness increases, her spell songs will start malfunctioning and display nightmarish results for better or worse that affects everything that can hear her songs.

Of course, through her recovery process she has found methods to calm herself down and bring her insanity to a more tolerable state.

Ritual of Immortal Oath's : Spoken Ideals and Oath's

• Journey before Destination.
  There is always multiple approaches and solutions to a problem. Failure is preferable to giving up. In the end all men die. How you've lived is how you die, and consequently how you died speaks volumes of how you lived.
• I will remember those who are forgotten.
  The world may be massive, but the smallest thing does not just fade into obscurity. Everything has a place in a machine, and when one falls out the machine does not just forget about it. That said, every man has made their mark in history... no matter how insignificant, weak, or strong that mark is. And collaboratively, they've designed the world to be as it is. Should the story of one man go ignored, or marked as a footnote to the greatness of another, then that is a failure of the writers of history themselves.
• I will listen to those who are Ignored.
  Raux hasn't quite fully understood the meaning of this last oath

This ritual forms the runes that permanently paints her left arm's fur and down to the skin. No amount of shaving or scarring will remove them as the binding transcends the physical realm. This ritual is the source of her arcane ability, and is bound directly to her soul like a contract.