Saachi:
Age:29, but looks to be in her mid-twenties
Gender:F
Race:Human
Appearance:Enjoying the hugging, secure feel of tight clothes, but the free, airy look of loose clothes, Saachi chooses to wear both. She oft veils her head and face in the company of others, and at times this has led to a less than positive first impression. As we all have our faults, one of Saachi's is her penchant for wearing fake gold, and liking how it looks. Where she pragmatically can, and where's it allowed, she will not wear shoes.
Personality:Curious, inclusive, and a fan of novelty and unique experiences. She's driven by a desire to understand the workings behind constructs and the truth behind happenings. While her morals aren't steadfast, and often compromised for the sake of uncovering the truth, she is swayed by the plight, agony, and despair of her fellow downtrodden man, and this will at times be the reason she shifts focus or goals.
Class/SkillsSaachi is a Warlock, her magic a power from the enigmatic patron she made a pact with. She is able to deal with more violent encounters through the use of control enchantments, tainted fire, and tricky illusions. For such a knowledge-loving individual, it's fire that comes naturally to Saachi. Illusions and enchantments take quite a lot of practice coupled with subtle pointers from her patron. When she does not feed her need for the 'new' or the 'truth', she finds her patron more quiet and less generous with these hints.
Equipment: Saachi carries a small, curved knife made of silver, a crossbow with silver bolts, and wears light but stylized leather armor over her torso, and is otherwise wearing cloth. Her pack includes the usual adventuring gear, including a waterskin with water, a length of rope, a journal, an ink pen and a vial of ink, but also a small, smooth dark-purple gem and a grimoire.
History: The pact was a simple exchange. A link, of sorts. The entity could experience through her, and in return it would give her the power she needed to reach the places before unattainable. It was content as she was to travel, excited as she was to uncover and discover all things new.
It was when it heard of the Werewolves that it insisted she join, a type of tug she'd never quite felt from it before. She was happy to oblige, but perhaps this is when she first got the feeling there was more to it than she initially had thought.
Through the Harpers, she signed up for the group being formed to deal with it. All the while, an underlying hum of something, something Saachi read as... excitement. Right?
