Name: Callista Felmir
Sex: Female
Age: 36
Race: Half-elf

History:
Callista was born in an elven enclave of Ironkeep, to an elven father and human mother. Her parents are quiet folk that live happily as simple grocers, but Callista was always easily bored and spent her early life with the local gang of troublemakers, a bunch that called themselves the Red Ravens. They mainly busied themselves with petty theft and vandalism, but as they grew older they began aiming higher, pushing the boundaries with bigger thefts and the occasional mugging.

Callista herself had little taste for violence, preferring to rely on her skill and wit; it was for that reason that she is the only member of their group that avoided imprisonment or worse. Instead, she put her skills to work as a con artist and cat burglar, managing to line her pockets with her victims none the wiser until it was too late.

When the King's Bounty was announced, Callista felt a thrill run through her. Here was a job that would test anyone, and it was perfectly legal! Even better, it would pit her against the thief who'd managed the most impressive heist she'd ever heard of. If she could outmatch them... Well, now it was a matter of pride. She gathered her tools, secreted them away in her outfit, and strode confidently through the castle gates.

Other: Callista is the kind of thief that values charisma slightly more than skill. If there's a chance to talk her way past an obstacle, that's where she shines.

Name:Vuthaternock (Blackscale)
Sex:Male
Age:14(Mentally 19)
Race:Half Dragon (Dragonborn)
History (Optional)
A powerful mage, and warrior, he's trying to find the Dark Dagger for his own reasons. Woe be unto him that attempts to stop him on his quest. He inherited powerful magic from his father, a mighty black dragon, with flames hot enough to melt steel in seconds. He hates being lied to, and he tend to take....a more direct action against those who rouse his biting anger. Crops burn, buildings crumble, and warriors die to his rage. He does his best to keep is fury under control, as it tends to have unexpected consequences.
Other (Optional) Is a expert on blades of any kind.

Name:Ernestus Greye
Sex:Male
Age:29
Race:Human

History:
Ernestus was brought up in an orphanage, in a small village, a fair journey from Ironkeep. He was usually a quiet but kind boy. The orphanage itself was not the best, but it was a modest home regardless.
Ernestus eventually began volunteering at the local chapel and helped the village shop with minor chores, just to keep himself busy.
After some time, it became clear that he had an affinity with magic, and soon decided to leave his village to hone this newfound skill.

With the advice from the chapel, he went to train at a monastery 2 days ride from the village. And with some time and trials, he became efficient with light & healing magics.
Upon his return home, he was attacked by a werewolf which he tried to outrun and hide from, but was eventually caught and wounded by the creature.
With a final attempt to defend himself, he drew his dagger that he kept on his person for safety, and dug the blade deep into the creatures throat, over and over until the creature stopped moving.
After resting from the incident he hurried himself home as soon as he could, only to find that his home had been taken over by marauders. Bodies of those he knew strewn about the place, some placed as threats and others just left to rot.
Falling to his knees, his body heavy with exhaustion, and the pain from his wound throbbing more so, he was at a loss. It was rare that he felt anger, but this was something beyond that, and as he rose from his knees, he realised with his anger, his body began to change almost immediately. He cared not for his own being, and used this new form to shred and tear the marauders apart. They were caught completely unawares and had no chance to retaliate. Soon after, he took it upon himself to bury the people of his village himself.
It took the entire day to finish, and once done, he had found his purpose, and that purpose was to aid and defend the vulnerable, for he could not bare to let others share the same fate.
And with that in mind, he gathered some equipment from what remained of the marauders and left the ruins behind to begin his new life.
A year later, and training with the blade and magics he learned, he aided many a villager on the road from bandits and beasts. He soon learnt of the theft in Ironkeep and thought to investigate himself.

Other:
Ernestus respects those who show compassion and honesty. His anger can lead to his lycanthrope transformation if its pushed far enough.

Name
Arin von Astastel

Sex
Male

Age
35

Race
Elf

History
Arin was born into the House of Astastel, a prestigious yet mysterious family whose influence can be felt in virtually every part of the civilized world. Although they are not officially recognized as a noble House, members of the Astastel House are accustomed to a life of luxury and being treated with the uttermost respect. There are many speculations on how the Astastel House came to gain such power, but no one knows the truth: not even their own members truly know the answer.

There are only three things people know with absolute certainty. First, unless you are born a von Astastel, you either marry into or are adopted by the House. Never the other way around. Never. Second, those who claim to be a von Astastel are a von Astastel. Finally, the House of Astastel has become increasingly interested in collecting magical items and investigating places associated with magic these past few generations.

Other

• In general, something about Arin rings false.
• Arin seems to have an aptitude for magic, but non-family members have only seen him use it for minor things such as creating light or detecting magic. He does, however, practice alchemy and abjuration magic.
• Arin is by no means a specialist in combat: he can protect himself well enough against the common thug, but that is about the extent of his combat skills. He is much better at dodging attacks and escaping from dangerous situations than being an active participant of one.
• Arin's strengths lie in academia and investigation.