_{Druid - Chaotic Good - Wood Elf}
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Personality
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Keannan is a brusque, often short-tempered young man - well, young for an elf. He has little patience for posturing or pretending, and does not care to give his respect to someone he does not see as having earned it. As for how to earn it? Do not pretend to be someone you are not and do not expect things from others when you yourself give nothing. So... mostly he respects animals.

Despite his attitude, Keannan possesses an inquisitive mind, a kind heart, and a genuine desire to better himself - and if he needs to humble himself to do that, he'll do it. He still has much to learn, after all, and his life has been longer than most.

Background
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Some people have a picture of elves in their head. Proud. Noble. Regal, even. Practically perfect in every way. Never making mistakes. Everything they do is what they intended to. Most of the people who hold this ideal are elves. And anyone who doesn't meet this standard - well, they're troublemakers. Miscreants. They don't belong in polite society.

That has been Keannan's experience, at least. Someone who didn’t fit the mould. Who didn’t care for 'perfection' or 'politeness'. Who rejected the idea of it. And took joy in disrupting the sensitive sensibilities of those who found discomfort in his very existence. But he was hardly ninety at the time, and eventually, being rejected by the very people you surround yourself with... eventually, you'll break and lash out. Which is exactly what Keannan did.

As a more juvenile elf, he could not be punished as a full adult.

Notes on the rest of this;
- Keannan was sent to a druid circle to study under one of its masters
- Typical resilient mentor story. No matter what Keannan did, the master did not give up on him, and taught Keannan not just about druidcraft, but about the natural world, the order of things, how to manage his anger - and how to deal with particularly annoying peers.
- He also taught Keannan the value of life - what it means to have it, and what it means to take it, be it in a form of combat, or as a hunter searching for food. This is why Keannan carries a wolf fang on a leather cord around his neck - a memento of this exact lesson (and also, it came from the background items, 'a trophy from an animal you have killed', so).
- Related note - Keannan still hunts and eats meat, that sort of thing. He respects life, and what it means to take it. So when he kills an animal, he does his best to be respectful, does not prolong its suffering, and tries to calm it, if he can. Which is sometimes an ordeal, given he can understand the thoughts and emotions of animals.

Things I haven't pinned down:
- What, exactly, Keannan did to get himself 'socially excommunicated' from his home.
- Who his master is (though likely an elf?), and what has happened in the fifty or so years between then and now that Keannan is no longer at their side, under their tutelage.

Starter Equipment
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- Leather armour
- Wooden shield
- Scimitar
- Sprig of mistletoe (Druidic Focus)
- Staff
- Hunting trap
- Traveller's clothes
- Wolf fang amulet
- Explorer's pack
- Coin pouch (10gp)

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_{Monk - Lawful Nuetral/Good - Grung/Half-Elf}
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Personality
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Like most of his kind, c'Ob believes in order and a group's hierarchy of power though he's shrugged off his kind's more cruel nature to a degree. His nature is greedy and selfish but under Charlie's tutelage c'Ob's begun turning over a new leaf of selflessness and kindness.

Charlie finds irony in his new roll as the 'stoic' martial arts master as his time among the living was spent as the hotheaded newbie of his monastery. Charlie puts on a facade of calm, kind and collected in front of c'Ob but deep down he lives for fights and all the things he wasn't permitted to do while training at his monastary.

Background
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c'Ob was a part of a Grung archeologist group, though this title is being very generous to the gaggle of frog people. After a scouting party found the ruins of an old monk monastery the rest of the tribe was informed and a mixed bag of different classes of Grungs were sent by their leader to search the place for artifacts, art, or anything valuable. Everyone spread out, looking for loot and c'Ob managed to find the charred corpse of one of the old inhabitants, frozen in a meditative posture. This normally wouldn't interest c'Ob much but the immaculate bracelet on the corpse's wrist had his attention. The frog, with great effort, pried the bracelet off and popped it on his own wrist, enjoying the look for the time being before getting back to work. During his work c'Ob began experiencing some odd occurrences like seeing a ghostly figure walking around corners or whispers in his ear. Spooky stuff but the frog-man got over it.

After the work was done, all the loot and art was gathered up by one of the higher ranked Grungs to be given to the group's head-honcho. However, every time c'Ob would hand over the bracelet it would somehow appear back on his wrist when the focus on it was lost. Public opinion quickly turned sour against c'Ob as they thought he was stealing it back when nobody was looking. Quickly things got violent and c'Ob was sure his number was punched. However he quickly found himself doing the punching. Like some long suppressed muscle memory, the traditionally wimpier Grung was throwing a flurry of fists, block and dodges as he fought for his life whilst catching glimpses of the now all to familiar spirit that he'd seen all day doing the same moves. After a bloody battle, c'Ob managed to dash away from his home, people and family with his life intact and a slew of questions. In the days to come Charlie would reveal himself to c'Ob as a now long dead monk who, in an attempt to extend his already formidable half-elf life, ended up only achieving a quasi-life after death and binding himself to his bracelet which was now also bound to c'Ob. Now the duo travel together (not entirely by choice) as master and student and hoping to complete Charlie's work by furthering c'Ob's mastery of his ki.

Starter Equipment
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- Leather armour
-Dungeoneer's pack
-Darts x10
-Dagger
-Monster Hunter’s pacl
-Nice bead bracelet
-Common Clothes

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_{Class: Tempest Cleric - Alignment: Good - Race: Eladrin (Winter)}
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Lady Symbelmune Skadi is by all accounts a graceful lady.

That being said she is as stubborn as they come.
Her opinion once lost is lost forever and all that drama.
And is not above salting someone’s field in a manner of speaking.

In short she bears her nobility well and is not afraid to let others know.

It is no wonder she became a Tempest Cleric seeing her unbridled
noble fury. (Seriously keep her from demanding duels of honour)

However a lot of it is an attempt to mask her insecurities and worries.
With more than just her life on the line, she attempts to hide her more
nurturing feelings up until she can be certain no one actually sees it.

She actually cannot stand to see poverty and though she might scold
a thief for picking her pockets, she attempts to at least aid them in
some way.

Background
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A noble lady belonging to the Eladrin Tribe the Frost Sentinels.
A most proud and hardy tribe living up the Mountain called:
The Yzerun Peak.

At a young age Symbelmune showed her devotion to the God of Storms.
She enjoyed watching the lightning dart across the heavens and run outside during one of the rain showers.
So ultimately she was blessed to become a cleric of his.
This showed itself when she went out to search for one of the tribe’s children.
They had been caught unaware up the mountain as the storm had come rolling it.
She ventured out despite orders to remain inside and with her practiced cantrip,
had turned herself into a bright shining light so that in this manner she could guide the child safely back.
Showing her little fear during nature’s violence, the God was impressed by her devotion and strength.
Her love for her family and her fury when she was angry thus he blessed her with his gifts.

It was later during the last of her ‘adolescent’ years that her Grandmother explained to her that there existed an even
more noble calling.
Namely, that of the Mistborn Pact.
It was a pact of old between two individuals.
A pact their tribe had long since made with another powerful being.
According to rumours a Fey of tremendous power.
This pact had existed for thousands and thousands of years.
All she knew was that the pact assured the peace for the tribe and the balance of nature for the Mountains and Forest below.
In fact, those chosen considered it a great honour.
To place the good of the tribe before themselves.
Several ancestors had gone before her and all of them had left their tribes behind, never to return.
Such a fate had been waiting for her since her birth.
A Sign of Request had been found upon Tribal grounds and with it Guthala had known it was time for another union.
Another Pact.
The year after Symbelmune had been born and the mark had shown itself upon her forehead, glowing brightly.
Upon the year she flowered a betrothal gift was send, but her grandmother had kept it, knowing she was still too young for such things.
However when she reached adulthood she offered it to her. Telling her who it had come from.
Conflicted, but not wanting to cause dishonour and grief to her family she quietly accepted her fate.

So when the promised day came, she bravely bid her family farewell and set off to an ancient spot called the meeting place.
There she was to meet her betrothed and be wed to uphold the Pact.
She reached the place without incident and camped there wondering when this 'husband' of hers was going to reveal himself.
But no one came.
When several days turned into weeks Skadi had had enough.
She broke up camp and set out, she knew she would not be able to simply return to her family.
As such could be taken in a wrong way, Fey being rather particular about such matters.
Leaving a message explaining her departure behind she set off in hopes of finding answers and potentially finding
her supposed betrothed.
With only a betrothal gift as a lead to who she could be searching for.

Starter Equipment
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Set of fine clothes
A signet ring
A scroll of pedigree
A game set: Dragonchess

Scalemail
Warhammer
Shield
Light Crossbow
Case with 20 bolts

Explorer's pack:
Messkit
Tinderbox
10 torches
10 days of rations
waterskin
50 ft of hempen rope
Bedroll
Backpack

Amulet - Water Orb
Betrothal gift - A silkspun scarf
A purse containing 25 gp

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