Thanks Dark Light for making the intial table from the interest check.

Name: Najila, “The Desert Rose”
Race: Variant Human
Class: Warlock (Patron: The Noble Genie, Djinn)
Mechanical Background: Entertainer
Backstory: Najila was born in the Sansea as the eldest child in her family. As far as she can recall, her family was not one of nobility. At least not initially. One day her father came back home with news of their sudden riches. They had become nobility practically overnight! Najila was more confused then anything else at the news, but if it made her family happy, then she was happy. The family languished in their quickly earned gains and status for a year. However, a year later, her father’s demeanor changed.

He grew anxious and was constantly mumbling to himself. There were even times when he would explode with anger for the smallest thing. One night, he took a mannequin of a young girl, dressed it in Najila’s clothes, and left in the dark of night. He came back the next morning, despondent and the doll nowhere to be seen.

Najila would learn the truth the next night. Her father woke her up, told her to get dressed in her finest, brought her out into the desert with him. Najila asked about waking her mother and little brother, and where they were going, only to be silenced. Soon they reached the middle of the Great Desert, the middle of nowhere, and the father seemed to chant an incantation.

The winds picked up and a djinn appeared before him. The both of them spoke in Common, and Najila learned that her father was giving her to the djinn in return for the riches her family gained. While screaming, crying, and begging her father, the djinn magicked her and himself to the Elemental Plane of Air, where she would live a large majority of her life. She was 6 years old then.

As she grew up, she remained in the care of the Djinn. She learned many things about the world under his tutelage and she certainly wasn’t any worse off than before. If anything, she was lucky that she was with a djinn, instead of the genies of Fire and earth. The djinn became a second father, a mentor to her. Apparently they would have treated her worse than the djinn would.

But it was lonely and boring in this plane, and she couldn’t really explore any place outside of the djinn’s palace. The djinn tried to cure the loneliness by bringing in other mortals. But more often than not, it was against their will, and Najila always ended up hurt in some way.

So, at the age of 22, Najila asked the djinn to send her back to the material plane. He would, under one condition. He wanted her to make a pact with him. He would let her go back, and give her some form of protection against the various dangers, but only if she fulfilled his requests, tell him with her stories when they speak again, and returned to the Elemental Plane of Air when he calls her to come back.

Najila agreed and the pact was forged. Her first few days in the mortal world was rough, but she was eventually able to find her living in performing at taverns and inns, and adventuring throughout the world. For her performances, she was quickly named, “The Desert Rose”. Just as she was traversing through the desert, she felt weak and fell unconscious.

Name: Orchid
Race: Orc
Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
Background: Athropologist
Likes and Dislikes:
Orchid likes lemon/limes as well as listening to music. She finds music and oral traditions to be a common thing about other cultures and is fascinated to learn them.

She dislikes stereotyping and generally feeling like an outsider. She understands that she is both typical and strange as an orc, as orc fighters aren't unusual but ones who are interested in learning other cultures and generally being cerebral are. That being said she hates how she felt growing up as both an orc and at the orphanage, and tries her best to be accepted wherever she may be, though she typically hides her feelings about the matter behind both a physical and metaphorical mask.

Backstory:
Orchid was born to a traditional orcish family; that is to say, her father was a brutal warrior who had many wives, and Orchid was merely one of his many children. One day her tribe had made an enemy of a local human army and were almost completely wiped out, save for the children. The soldiers cared little for the orphaned kids and left most to their fate, and Orchid was one of the lucky few still young enough to not have any strong memories of her biological family, and thus could easily be raised among the Covenant of Luna Seas. Even as an orc among mostly humans, she was starkly different from her fellow orcs; her bright red hair, her glowing orange eyes, and her pale white skin. Sufficent to say, she received much redicule. But she learned how to ignore these things, and focus on the teachings of the Luna Seas; to seek enlightment through understanding and knowledge. It also helped that over time, Orchid grew to become a strong woman in her own right, both mentally and physically. She earned her respect through physical dominance, but tempered it with a thirst for knowledge.

Character Appearance:

• Height: 6 feet 3 inches
• Weight: 150lbs
• Eye Color: Blue/Grey
• Hair Color: Black
• Scars: He has various small scars on his arms and hands, both from incidents during training as well as some from small injuries he got while working at the forge. He also has a log thin scar on the left side of his nose - a remainder of when he was separated from his family.

Name: Aron

Race: Variant Human

Class: Fighter Banneret

Background: Guild Artisan

Character Sheet Link: https://dicecloud.com/character/MsY9YGyFt9vphQ8ij/Aron

Likes and Dislikes: (at least two things of each) Aron loves a good story above anything, especially when told by a compelling story teller. He is also fond of spending the night under the stars, cuisine of the spicy variety and can appreciate the craftsmanship of well-made weapons and armor.
He's not overly fond of sweet food, dislikes it when someone takes advantage of others, has a slight phobia of horses and he hates dressing up/overly formal situations, preferring comfort and simplicity over anything else.

Backstory: Seperated from his family at the age of five when he fell from the ship they were traveling on during a horrible storm, Aron was pulled aboard the ship of a group of traveling merchants. They had planned on sending him to an orphanage once they reached shore, but the captain of the ship called in a favor with an old friend. Which is how Ilsur, a dwarven smith in the small town they docked at, gained a new apprentice. It was rough-going at first, them having to adjust to each-other, but eventually they bonded, the old dwarf finally having someone to tell stories to about his adventuring days. Aron loved hearing his guardian's stories of adventure and as he grew, often went out to try and create ones of his own - which more often than not, led to him getting himself into stupid situations/causing trouble. In order to stop his fool apprentice from burning down the town, Ilsur started giving him fighting lessons whenever they weren't working at the forge, hoping to leave him too tired for anything other than sleep. Surprisingly enough, Aron showed promise for the blade and when he was fifteen, forged his first personal sword by himself. His feet has become restless though, his gaze traveling ever outwards, so once he reached twenty one, Ilsur helped him with the necessary preparations, before telling him to get out and not to come back without at least one story to tell. He has since been traveling for three years and loving every second of it. He was planning on stopping by Ilsur's forge, to check up on the old fellow, before heading out once more.

Name: Angus MacAlister
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Barbarian
Backstory: Born in the Highlands of Dachaigh and raised by the hardy folk of Clan MacAlister, Angus grew up listening to tales of the great deeds performed by his ancestors. But of all the tales he was told, it was the tales of Fergus MacAlister, one of the greatest warriors Clan MacAlister had ever produced, that Angus enjoyed hearing the most. Fergus was well known not just for his skill with the blade, but also the blade he carried in question, the Whispering Claymore, a claymore that had a mind of its own according to the stories, and was said to have whispered warnings, encouragement, and advice into Fergus' mind during their adventures. Fergus' story ended when a green dragon captured him to add the legendary warrior and his sentient sword to its hoard of living treasure. Neither Fergus nor the Whispering Claymore were ever seen again. MacAlister warriors from every generation since then have embarked on quests to the dragon's lair to slay the beast and reclaim the lost relic of their clan. None have succeeded. But like all before him, Angus believes he can do it. And so to become strong enough to fight the dragon, Angus became an adventurer.

Day Count: 1 (225)
Kill Count: 4
Most Kills in a Dungeon: 4
Most Kills in an Encounter: 2
Most Kills in a Round: 2

Name: Azzen
Race: Tiefling
Class: Bard
Background: Charlatan
Likes: Indulging, fine foods, clothes, wine, women, jewellery and entertainment.
Dislikes: Getting dirty, being silenced, being ignored, being man handled, being poor, being a no one.

Dammit, posted in wrong place. :/

Character Appearance:

Name: Ulhar "Blue" Bekilk
Race: Lizardfolk
Class: Dream Druid
Character Sheet Link: Google-Doc
Likes: Meeting new people, entertaining people with songs and dances
Dislikes: People assuming he's a Dragonborn, reading books
Backstory: Ulhar is a shaman of the Deep Water Tribe, of clan Bekilk. As a shaman it is his duty to teach the younger generation of his people's histories and guide them to strengthen the village, often by training them in the healing arts or having them perform ritual ceremonies. However unlike many of his people, Ulhar had a sense of curiosity. For his people lived underground in the vast Sansea desert, protecting sacred oasis which grant the lizardfolk their lives. They never interacted with surfaces directly due to their past, but Ulhar wanted to know more about the world that grew above them. As Ulhar himself is old enough to have already trained a successor, but has no notable history in his lifetime, or even recently; his people had always lived down here and has never truly developed any new cultures, technologies, or innovations for as long as he knew. Conversely, reviewing what little history he knew about the humans on the surface via old tales and how they are now, made Ulhar realize how much has changed, and how the Lizardfolk have never really lived beyond their past.

So one day after Ulhar prepared his new successor to take up his role as a shaman, Ulhar left his tribe. He wanted to go see the world and how it has changed. How perhaps he could learn something from the outside and bring it back to his people so they are not just hidden enclaves of lizardfolk surrounding a body of water, but because a proper civilization. He lived his life as a mercenary, selling his sword to face dangers he's never faced before, befriending others through the bonds of battle or making enemies of those who cannot see him as anything other than prey. With spell and sword Ulhar continues to travel the land, gaining experiences he would have never been able to even dream of if he had simply stayed at his village and never thought about the world above him.