s p e c i e s
Fae

a g e
102

h e i g h t / w e i g h t
6’2, 163lbs

g e n d e r
Female



s t a t s

• Strength - 6
• Agility - 17
• Endurance - 7
• Will - 15
• Intelligence - 9
• Charisma - 13

s k i l l s

• Air Magic - Abaegel can manipulate some of the air around her to move in various directions and speeds. She cannot alter its temperature and can somewhat affect the pressure.
• Observation - Due to previous events, Abaegel has been teaching herself how to spot the easily missed incongruity of the endless expanses of desert. She's now a decent scout and lookout.
• Acrobatics - some long-ingrained techniques of another life still dominate Abaegel's way of movement, making her extraordinarily light on her feet and quick to dodge attacks. She has a masterful control over her body that she uses instinctively in combat and daily life.

w e a p o n s

• Walking Stick (2h Stave) (x1)
• Shortbow (2h Bow) (x1, x15 Arrows)
• Lil Pokey (Dagger) (x1)

a r m o r

• Head - Cloth (Padded cloth when travelling)
• Chest - Cloth (Padded cloth when travelling)
• Left Arm - Heavy Leather (bracer)
• Right Arm - Heavy Leather (bracer)
• Left Leg - Cloth
• Right Leg - Cloth

e q u i p m e n t

• Sand Skiff - a small, lightweight craft with a large sail used to traverse the desert in conditions of high wind. The cabin is sheltered for sandstorms.
• Buddy - An adolescent Dhuuna. Large and docile, these pack-beasts are around the same size as Borneo Pygmy Elephant. Their leathery skin and armoured plating protects them from harsh conditions whilst the fatty lumps hanging off their abdomen store reserves of water.
• Hang Glider - A large kite on a thin, hollow metal frame that can be used by one person to glide in the air.

a p p e a r a n c e
Abaegel is shorter, stockier and more amorphous than your usual Fae. Her skin is tan from her days spent under the sun, her hair is white and unruly but her eyebrows are a dark brown. Her eyes are a dullish pale grey. She has a potato nose and long pointed ears, often sunburnt. Her outfits are loose fitting and suitable for the climate but not for combat. She often wears a headscarf and colourful garments when she’s settled; when travelling, she wears heavy robes, sturdy slippers and a wide-brimmed hat with a full face veil. Peeking just out of her hairline is the start of a largeish scar on her scalp that she uses her hair to cover.

p e r s o n a l i t y
Abaegel bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to fooling around and making lighthearted jokes. Often restless and always fidgety, Abaegel has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that every young adult has been guilty of before. She’s a bit of a show-off and enjoys rampantly abusing her magic to the detriment of her energy levels, becoming quick to tire as her constant little party tricks accumulate on top of the more complex and fatiguing spellcraft.

Abaegel’s perfectionism is probably her most defining feature. She’ll literally work herself to exhaustion if left unchecked and sets herself nigh-impossible goals to attain, as if she’s been recently deprived of strength and power. She adapts her demeanor somewhat to suit the company she is in, though more often than not she will remain warm, friendly, playful and welcoming to strangers. Her keen gut instinct means that even if she can’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in. Even if she acts like a dumb-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own fragility than Abaegel. Almost everything she does is humbled by the constant reminder that she is weaker and less experienced than most of the people around her. Abaegel isn’t afraid of running away from fights she can’t handle and has a healthy amount of common sense that inhibits her impulsive behaviour from time to time. This common sense is in a constant state of conflict with her curiosity, which sometimes gets the better of her. Her eagerness to discover and learn often gets her into weird and dangerous situations.

l i k e s
Large, open areas
Hang gliding
Spicy food
Parlour tricks
Colourful trinkets

d i s l i k e s
Her own frailty
Gleekons (Fear)
Cramped, dark spaces (Claustrophobia)
The inability to move freely
Chafing

s p e c i e s
Dwarf

a g e
190
h e i g h t / w e i g h t
4'5, 120lbs

g e n d e r
Male



s t a t s (All stats are on a scale of 1-20)

• Strength - 16
• Agility - 9
• Endurance - 13
• Will - 7
• Intelligence - 9
• Charisma - 14

s k i l l s

• Blacksmithing - Buldgie has put over a century of dedicated practice into the art of metalworking. Though materials are scarce, he is well-known for his ability to reforge high quality products from broken and scavenged metal objects.
• Long Hours - Buldgie has spent innumerable nights standing by his forge, working on time consuming projects. He needs less sleep than the common man, and gets work done faster as a result without detriment to quality.
• Explosives - Buldgie has a bit of a hobby dealing with, producing and controlling explosives from his time in the mines. He maintained this hobby despite moving out into the desert.

w e a p o n s

• Blacksmith Hammer (1h) (x1)
• Knuckledusters (X2)
• Shrapnel bombs (x12)
• Metal shield (x1)

a r m o r

• Head - Leather
• Chest - Leather and cloth
• Left Arm - Leather and plate
• Right Arm - Leather and plate
• Left Leg - Leather and cloth
• Right Leg - Leather and cloth

e q u i p m e n t

• Portable Forge - More akin to an oven on a sled, this squat box of stone has an anvil resting on top. Abaegel’s Dhuuna, Buddy, drags the load.
• Smithy Gear - Resting on Buddy’s saddle packs are the tools required for Buldgie’s work. Hammers, tongs, buckets and a few premade moulds are among the list of things the poor creature has to carry.
• Fireworks and Dynamite - Every time Buldgie leaves a town, he uses his knowledge of crafting explosives to perform a brief fireworks show for the locals to thank them for their business and hospitality. The dynamite is similarly a constant, as it's a good tool to eliminate roadblocks on their route.

a p p e a r a n c e
Broad shouldered and stern of brow, Buldgie's physique has been moulded over decades of long, hard laborious work. His fiery hair is kept short and out of the way but, as per dwarven tradition, his beard is untouched. The markings covering his face are painted in thick black oily gunge built up from his tools; they denote his status as a blacksmith with the added bonus of reducing glare to his eyes. His arms and shoulders are peppered with burn scars of varying severity. His hands are calloused and fingertips cracked; the searing heat has set the scowling lines into his features with all the assured precision of his hammer on softened metal. Though he prides himself in his craft, he seldom wears plate armour that isn't affixed onto leather and makes sure it is nowhere near bare skin, for the burning sun can melt his body to his work. The sole exception to the rule is his codpiece. He always, always wears a cup.

p e r s o n a l i t y
Buldgie is a curmudgeon and a salesman. He's loud, boisterous, and hard to miss in a crowd. As master of his own forge for over a century, Buldgie is accustomed to managing his own and naturally carries himself with an ease bordering on arrogance. He takes pride in his reputation and works hard to maintain it. He enjoys being the centre of attention, though perhaps not for the right reasons. He's old, and uses this as an excuse for his somewhat derisive comments towards women, Fae and the natives of the deserts. He also uses his age and experience to explain why he is almost always right, even if he isn't.

Underneath all the flair and colour of his demeanor lies an old veteran of the wastes, a master craftsman and a commendable survivalist. These traits are so heavily engrained into his psyche that they bleed into his showmanship. When the situation calls for a level head and some quick decision making, he's quick to stop griping about his aching old bones and start getting him and all he cares for back into safety - even if it is to continue complaining about his hip in peace.

l i k e s
Peace and quiet
Cool, dark places
Mindless labour
Good food

d i s l i k e s
The Fae
Scavvers
Gleekos
Loss of bodily function [Fear]