Name: Anseris
Race: Merfolk (Emeria Creed)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1
Stats:
Strength - 10 (0)
Dexterity - 11 (0)
Constitution - 10 (0)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 17 (+3)
Charisma - 15 (+2)

Proficient Skills: Survival / Arcana / Persuasion / Deception
Proficient Tools: Wooden Flute / Dice
Traits:

Walk Speed and Natural Swim Speed - 30 ft
Amphibious - Able to breath air and water
Languages - Common / Merfolk / Sylvan / Elvish
Cantrip you know one cantrip of your choice from the Druid spell list. Primal Savagery
Abilities:
Inventory:
Obsidian Shard
A set of traveler's clothes
Wooden flute
Set of dice
Pouch containing 15gp

Background: Living on the frontier was bad enough without having been born a Merfolk. Anseris vaguely remembers her parents, the pair who were travellers ready to take on whatever the world brought on them, but in the end they dissapeared and left Anseris alone to live in her landlocked lake. Sure she could go anywhere she wanted as she was not exactly stuck there, but it was what she knew best and honestly? She was terrified to go anywhere beyond the land she knew. In her time she often got to know the nearby town, and as a result gained a love of interaction with people. But as many people who enjoyed her company, she learned that just as many would rather try to manipulate her, so why wait to be manipulated, when she could be the one manipulating?

Many of her interactions came out this way, from travelers coming across her lake to the dryads and other fey that she learned Sylvan from, anybody who found themselves meaning harm often ended up going in the opposite direction of Anseris eventually. Everything was fine as it was, with Anseris living alone, content to spend her entire life in her lake until she received a package. A vaguely dagger shaped obsidian shard whose sharp edges had long since been rubbed away, possibly due to the fact it constantly radiated a gentle warmth. This single mysterious item awakened a sense of mystery in Anseris, and she set off for Fronteir Town, leaving behind her lake so that she may find who it was that sent her such a strange item.

Name: Therai Incubore

Race: Tiefling

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Level: 0

Proficiency: +1

Health: 2

Stats:
Strength - 10 (+0)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 10 (+0)
Charisma - 16 (+3)

Proficient Skills: Acrobatics (+3), Performance (+4)

Proficient Tools: Lute and Drum

Traits:
Darkvision-Thanks to your infernal heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Hellish Resistance-You have resistance to fire damage.
Infernal Legacy-You know the Thaumaturgy cantrip. Once you reach 3rd level, you can cast the Hellish Rebuke spell once per day as a 2nd-level spell. Once you reach 5th level, you can also cast the Darkness spell once per day. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells.
Languages-You can speak, read, and write Common and Infernal.
Walk Speed-30 feet.
Popular Demand-You can always find a place to perform, usually in an inn or tavern but possibly with a circus, at a theater, or even in a noble’s court. At such a place, you receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard (depending on the quality of the establishment), as long as you perform each night. In addition, your performance makes you something of a local figure. When strangers recognize you in a town where you have performed, they typically take a liking to you.

Abilities: None.

Inventory: A lute, A love letter, A costume, and a belt pouch containing 15gp.

Background: In Therai's hometown, there were few tieflings, making him and his family foreign to the townsfolk. He was met with distrust everywhere he went, but instead of becoming bitter like most would, Therai chose to win people over with his actions and his songs. Therai had a natural affinity for the lute, and performed regularly for the people of the village. He soon became an object of pride in the village, and found pleasing his audience too easy. Therai played his songs for countless villagers, and his fame grew and grew. The village was his stage, and he was the best artist they had ever seen. The women of the village chased him, and the men respected him. He soon became an object of pride in the village, and found pleasing his audience easy. Soon he grew bored of his village, as he believed his fate lied elsewhere, beyond the small bubble he had found himself in. His audience felt the same every night. Soon the village felt less like his stage and more like a prison.

And so, he decided to leave behind his humble beginnings. He moved from village to village, performing for all the townsfolk he could find. Out of the small village he had been raised in, his skills with a lute were hardly anything to behold. Therai needed to increase his skill if he wanted to become the famous performer he had dreamed of being ever since he was a child. It was then he came across the Frontier Town. He was certain he could find skilled musicians here, and decided to learn all he could from them. However, it wasn't just skill he was missing. Therai needed an adventure! Music wouldn't be enough to make him a household name, but heroic acts would certainly give him a chance. Therai wanted scandal, he wanted glory, and he would find it with the help of the Frontier Town!