Name: Leicester Mont’Claud (Pronounced = Lester)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Blademourner (Assassin) (Level 0)

What did you want to be when you grow up?
Leicester doesn’t think that far ahead. He’s grown up the last nineyears having no one to fend for him but himself. He thinks that life is all about getting to your next meal. At least that’s how he started out. He’s learned that if he bathed often, kept stock of decent clothing, he could make himself out to be a rather convincing model of a noble child. Some days maybe a merchant’s boy, peddling his wares at 70% off.

Who is your Mentor (Bio included in this section)?
For the first six years of his life, Leicester owed his survival to a man he knew only as Mr. Hobbs. Hobbs was nothing more than a beggar, but he was a beggar that fed him, bathed him, and kept him warm at night while he went without. Hobbs, in the short time Leicester was with him, had taught him the basics of survival. In addition to teaching him the Elven language, he was also taught how to worm his way into the pockets of any passersby, and in other cases, into their hearts. Hobbs taught Leicester how to lie, how to cheat, how to twirl a sentence on the tip of his tongue to make people believe whatever improbability he spouted out. It wasn’t until a rainy day in the fall when tragedy struck, where Hobbs was confronted and murdered by street urchins who thought he looked at them the wrong way. Leicester tried to intervene, but was easily knocked out by the older boys.
When he came to, he and Hobbs had been stripped of all their belongings and worldly possessions. He scrambled to his feet to see if he could help his guardian, but he was too late. By the time Leicester clamored over his legs and managed to look into his eyes, Hobbs was nothing more than a cold cadaver. He couldn’t hold back the wrenching sob that escaped his mouth, but was quick to catch himself once he realized he was clutching something in his hand. He gingerly opened it to reveal a small blade made of dark obsidian. It seemed to have been fashioned perfectly for his hand as it fit in a way that made discomfort nonexistent. Thought the metal was black as night, he thought he could see a red tinting to it if looked through his peripheral vision. The blade pulsed, albeit weakly, with an otherworldly energy. When it spoke, Leicester had all but lost his footing. It whispered dark nothings into his mind with a silver tongue that urged him in both justice and vengeance. Leicester had never held a blade before, but to use it to take another’s life? And Why Not? The blade would ask. Why not take a life when another has already been taken. These children committed this crime in greed and avarice. You will be delivering justice to these unenlightened fools. A life for a life. Fair, is it not?” Looking back toward Hobb’s corpse, Leicester resolved that the blade was right. The urchins would pay.

They would. They would pay in blood.

For the last nine years Leicester has been travelling between the cities of Secomber, Loudwater and Llorkh. Growing in strength, lying and thieving whenever possible, he killed only when necessary. He found that as time grew on, with every kill he notched on his mind, he could feel something growing within him, like a muscle worked with strain, but he was sure it wasn’t anything truly physical. It gave him small, but interestingly new abilities. The blade that was once nothing more than a dagger, had grown into a slender shortsword. The sword whispered to Leicester through some sort of telepathic link, guiding him, teaching him, honing his abilities, and occasionally urging him to kill. Leicester resisted the sword’s urgings, and the sword was okay with that. They had each other, and together they would survive. They were the only friends they each had.
What person(s) of interest do you know in the village? Who all do you have a relationship with?:
Leicester is coming to the village with one thing on his mind: Information. He’s hitched a ride with a merchant who says he makes monthly visits to trade with the people there. He has reason to believe, due to the sword’s influence, that there may be others like it in the village, or at least somewhere in the east. Other than that, he knows no one from the village. Aside from his objective, he feels that he needs to leave his comfort zone. The three cities he’s lived in so far have nothing more to offer him. He’s headed east to find new things, and forge new relationships.

Equipment:
1) The Blade
2) Adventurer’s Kit (Inside Flint &Steel, ten days of trail rations, 50ft of hempen rope, set of lockpicking tools, two torches)
3) Mr. Hobb’s signet ring

Class Skills: (Skills taught by the Blade)
1) Moderate Swordplay. Leicester fancies himself a decent swordsman, and has taught himself how to hold and swing a blade. As a blademourner, and the foreign, slender design of his blade, he is constantly developing his own unique technique.
2) Shadow Step – Leicester is as quiet as a mouse in the dark, yet as deadly an owl preying on that mouse.
3) Blademourner’s Drain- Every time Leicester is forced to kill, a small sliver of that creature’s strength is sapped, and stored within him, increasing his attributes by a small amount. These slivers are miniscule at best, but add up over time. The stronger the creature, the more strength that is drained.
4)Dark Reaping – The blade becomes entirely incorporeal, yet solid enough to strike home. For a few moments, with the flick of the wrist, the Blade can stretch up to three times its length, acting as a very sentient whip.

Villager Skills: (Things taught by Mr. Hobb)
1)Speech Craft – Leicester can weave an intricate lie in a moment’s notice.
2)Pick Pocket – Leicester can easily pick the pocket of anyone not entirely aware of their own person.
3) Observant Eye- Leicester is aware of his immediate surroundings at all times, and can recall names, faces, and things said without much trouble.

Name: Kaya Gheine
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Bard/Spy

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Kaya wants nothing more than to leave this dusty and desolate village. She craves for adventure, excitement and the possibility to meet new people to listen to her songs. Kaya has a great interest in politics, diplomacy and the genuine power of words. Her sharp mind loves to engage in high level conversations and she often understands far more from the world then people of her age do. She enjoys being seen yet keeping her true intent hidden. Kaya enjoys to manipulate people and butt her nose into affairs that are none of her concern.

Kaya has learned that being a talented musician opens many doors. Wealthy merchants just let her in to listen to the songs she plays on her flute or hear her sing. Combine this with her innocent child face and nobody suspects her when a few coins are missing.

Bio:
Kaya was born in the village 14 years ago as an only child. Her parents own a small farm at the outskirts of town where the family is living happily ever since enjoying the quiet village life of working the fields and reaping the harvest. Kaya would start helping out on the farm from a young age. From the first moment she helped out on the farm she instantly knew that this was not the life she was looking for. Her passions was something else, music.

From the day Kaya was born her mother would play a lullaby on the flute or sing her a song before going to bed. One night Kaya’s mother forgot to take the flute with her and the young girl could not resist this opportunity to explore what she could do with the instrument. Within moments she had learned how to play most notes and was able to play the same songs her mother would play for her. Attracted to the melodies Kaya was playing her parents would closely listen by the door. Nobody could deny that this young girl had a talent for music.

A couple of year later her father brought Kaya with him to a meeting of the village elders. They were discussing politics and preparations for the winter season. For hours she would listen intrigued to what the men were discussing. Frequently her father would ask his little girl if she wasn’t bored by all this grown up talk but Kaya simply replied that she found the conversations very intriguing. On the way back she would recite what the men discussed and give her opinion on the subjects and people. She told her father to watch out for farmer John. He was only interested in acquiring more land for his own farm. Especially the land of her father. Kaya’s father knew she was right dispite the fact that farmer John never had mentioned directly. Kaya had deduced it simply by listening and observing how the man spoke.

The next evening a stranger banged on the door looking for a place to spend the night. The male half-elf was soaking wet from the rain and looked like he had been walking for weeks. The man did not carry much except for a lute. He introduced himself as Aeden Mirrets a vagabond and traveling musician. He would over the family his music and stories in exchange for a meal and a place to sleep for the night. Kaya simply replied that there was no need for a musician since she’s playing the flute. Intrigued by this answer Aeden asked if she would play a little for him. As he listened to the young girl play he noticed her talent and quickly started to play along. The Half-Elf and the young human girl played for the entire night. By dawn Aeden approached Kaya’s parents with an offer. Let me stay on the farm and I’ll teach your daughter my trade.

Under the tutorage of Aeden, Kaya developed not only her musical skills but also learned the craft of speaking, listening and observing. Aeden would tell Kaya the stories of his travels to vast human cities and great Elven cultures. The Half-Elf would talk about his encounters with mighty Orc chiefs and how he played for a Dwarfen king. Over the course of 3 years, Kaya learned about the history of fearun, how to speak, read and write Elfish and developed her social skills.

Persons of interest in the village:
1. Karl Gheine, Kaya’s father
2. Samantha Gheine, Kaya’s mother
3. Aeden Mirrets, Kaya’s mentor

Equipment:
1. Her mother’s flute
2. The book of songs and poems. It’s an old book given to apprentice bards
3. A small dagger
4. A hairbrush

Class skills:
1. Bardic song – lullaby. A song that has the power to put those who listen to it to sleep.
2. Bardic song - The song of fascination. A song so intense that it has the power to capture the minds and attention of its listeners completely making them unaware of their surroundings.
3. Sense motive – Kaya is able to tell if other people have ulterior motives when in conversation
with her. She can tell this from observing the body language and how words are spoken.
4. Speak language. Elfish. Kaya can fluently speak, read and write the language of the Elves.

Villager skills
1. Perform flute and sing. Kaya is a very talented musician with a great singing voice. Her mother though her how to play flute and how to sing. Also she can read sheet music.
2. Advanced social skills. Kaya has a great intuition when it comes to interacting with other people. She often can sense how people would like to be approached, what they would like to hear and this enable her to get people on her friendly side or manipulate them into doing things.
3. Photographic memory. Kaya never forgets anything. She can recall conversations she had with other people word for word even when they were done years back.
4. Great attention to detail. When Kaya focusses on a certain person or place she can spot a wide variety of details that others would simply miss.
5. She can cook and prepare food. Has a decent knowledge of which plants are eatable.

Name: Thovren Trannyth
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf
Class: (Level 0) Fighter

What you want to be when you grow up? Thovren always wanted to make a name for himself. To be like his father and amass his own fame and his own fortunes. To go one great adventures and see wonderous places during his travels.

Who is your mentor? 's father mainly. A human man named Serath. Serath began as a private mercenary in his youth. Barely able to swing a blade himself he set out with a head filled with ideals of glorious combat and loaning his sword to worthy causes. Needless to say the first few battles knocked many of those ideals clean from his mind, But not all of them. Eventually he founded his own mercenary band, small but filled with men and woman he trusted.
During one of his assignments where his ban was hired he met Thovren's mother. Shortly after he slowed the pace of his travelling, letting his lieutenants run the physical side of things while he took care of logistics and liason. Eventually as his age caught up with him he abandoned Mercenary work altogether having already accumulated a tidy sum for himself. He settled in the quietest village he could remember from his travelling days with his soon to be complete family.

Brief Biography: From what his parents tell him it was shortly after his birth that his parents decided to retire and move to the village. To have a safer place to nurture their now budding family. He was a babe when he first arrived and only remembers being raised within the village.
From an early age he was clearly his fathers child. Instead of tilling a fields all day he was a part of the towns small milita, which was organized and led by his father. He would get up in the morning with an enthusiam only a child could have and imitated(as best he was able) the exercises he saw the militia do during the days. The militia knew about their shadow member and found great amusement in that fact he would mirror everything they did. And his father didn't mind this. Because it kept his boy within eyesight and he knew that at the very least he was doing something productive if he was copying their exercise routines. The other members would chuckle and constantly try to wave over the 'little guardsman' as he was called. Make pretend stories of goblins or such preparing to raid the village, and that every able bodied boy would need to be called for defence. Of course during his younger years he soaked this up as the truth. Nodding furiously and working until he would eventually collapse for a nap.
Around when he was ten the militia started to include him regularly. Teach him the basics. While the villages armoury was limited, mostly relying on what the blacksmith could make when not showing horses or forging nails and tools. And what heirlooms members of the village had from their grandparents or the like. So that's where his skills stayed. He worked himself for athleticism. Training with wooden swords and practicing with an old crossbow that his father kept when he needed to hunt. Strength and endurance training filled his days. And on the few days when the militia did not train he was either resting or put to work with the blacksmith, carrying loads of ore, working the bellows, hammering out basic objects like hooks and nails. Anything that put his strength to use.

What person(s) of interest do you know in the village? Who all do you have a relationship with?: Serath, One of the more prominent people in the village because of the wealth he had when he settled here and because of the help he lends as an occasional hunter to kill the odd wolf or bear that strays to close for comfort.
The old hag- An old woman that none of the younger children know the name of. All they know is that her home smells terrible and some of the scent managed to stick to her body. There are of course rumors abound as only children can imagine about what it is inside her home that causes such a stench. But no one has been brave enough to make the attempt of even cracking open the door. In reality she is a kindly old woman, one who knows poultices and basic bandage making and healing arts. She knows what the children whisper about her and finds it incredibly hilarious. Even playing along at some points.
-Milanee Silentread. Thovren's elven mother. From he can gather from his parents his mother was young when she first met his father, even for an elf. From what his father says his mother participated in a handful of engagements and assignments. Even though his mother claims she was a cook and a trained baker specifcally. His father told him how she was quote the sight with a bow back in the day.

Equipment:
-Light crossbow, (older peice, but still functional.)
-10 Crossbow bolts,
-Dark blue shirt, Thick Brown trousers,
-Sturdy Brown leather gloves and brown leather boots.
-Simple dagger
-Studded leather pauldron over his right shoulder, it was originally a joke gift from the militia to siginfy when he truly was able to join them, instead of following alongside as an impressionable child. He wears it with great pride despite knowing its real meaning.
-Small coin purse

Class Skills:
-Crossbow use. His father taught him basics of aiming and firing a crossbow, which he says can be far more versatile that a bow if used right.
-basic Hand to hand skills, Not something to rely on it was an invaluable set of lessons none the less. Ivellios left the village for his own adventures before he had the chance to learn more than the most basic bladework.
-Basic bladecraft. Even knives he has learned to use mostly for survival. But he can use it to defend himself in a steep situation. He has learned basic sword strokes though by far his most profficient weapon is the crossbow.
-Weapon maitenance. If he was going to learn a weapon, his father was dam certain he was going to learn how to take proper care of it. He wasn't going to let his sone die because he was to lazy to scour away a little rust from his axe. Or treat a split in his bow.

Villager Skills:
-Basic survival. Even though his father was a mercenary Thovren still had to help with other chores in the village, one of which was setting into the woods to help gather basic poultice supplies, chop firewood for his family and for the village. or even bag the occasional small game with the hunters for meat (although he was usually just there to carry the arrows and help haul back the corpse.)
-Basic fletching (can make rough if not adequatly balanced bolts from wood and stone if necessary.)
-Literacy was taught to him at an early age by his mother.