_{Monk - Lawful Nuetral/Good - Grung/Half-Elf}
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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.

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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.

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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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_{Druid - Chaotic Good - Wood Elf}
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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.

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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.

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- Leather armour
- Wooden shield
- Scimitar
- Yew Wand (Druidic Focus)
- Staff
- Hunting trap
- Traveller's clothes
- Wolf fang amulet
- Explorer's pack
- Coin pouch (10gp)

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_{Warlock - Chaotic Neutral - Tiefling}
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Wager is the type to look suspicious even when just breathing, and that seems to suit him just fine. He isn't one to worry needlessly - or even when needed, really - and takes most things in a stride. In his almost forty years of life lived to the fullest, he's heard every insult, faced every setback and survived impossible odds so many times he's earned his moniker. To this day, he lives for thrills and is disconcertingly willing to risk it all for a moment of adrenaline, fame or pleasure. He's hedonistic and changes his mind more often than his clothes - which says a lot, considering he owns more hats than one can count.

But though he comes with a long list of vices, Wager isn't a bad person per se. He's sociable and pleasant enough a person to talk to as long as you don't try to engage in any serious topic that'd bore him. And though he is self-serving and irresponsible, he never sets out with the plan to cause others mischief or harm. On the contrary, he is willing to help whomever as long as there's something in it for him. Sometimes a thanks will do; other times he'll do it for the experience alone. If you've got a face he fancies, he'll help and treat you to a drink afterwards. Now isn't he a gentleman?

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Name any profession of ill-repute, and Wager's likely at least dabbled in it. From a decoy to a thief and a smuggler, he spent his younger years trying to get by through whatever means necessary. The older he got and the more connections he made, the wider his job opportunities - and the longer his list of enemies. Eventually, he grew tired of a life lived constantly on the edge, and made an earnest attempt at turning over a new leaf. For a couple of years in his mid twenties, he ran an honest business and managed to get on his feet as a respectable member of society.

But old habits died hard, and he soon found himself missing the thrills of his previous life. His risk-seeking behaviour led him down a rabbit hole of gambling, and he soon found that he could make a better fortune playing cards and throwing dice than he ever could in his mundane day job. Especially if he, well, took some liberties with the rules. He found success, enemies, danger and glamour, making a name for himself in one of the land's largest cities - until a certain incident a year or so ago.

A peculiar, drunken man out of coin decided to bet a small, ugly statuette of a misshapen man in lieu of cash, and Wager happened to win it. He had half a mind to throw the abomination away, but ended up finding out it was more than met the eye. Apparently, it was the prison of a Genie - an Efreeti, to be precise, and it had absolutely not been meant to be gambled away on a drunken whim. It didn't take long for it to dawn on Wager that he'd gotten involved with some dangerous lot, and so he took his belongings and skipped town before anyone could come chasing after him.

Since then, partnership with a Genie has given Wager some new-found powers - and another surge of risk-seeking behaviour.

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- Hollow Statuette
- Arcane Focus
- Scholar's Pack
- Leather Armor
- Dagger x4
- Dice Set
- Fine Clothes
- Lucky Charm

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_{Rogue - Chaotic Good - Human}
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Amanita is a cheery, usually upbeat kid. They're full of curiousity about the wider world, one that they haven't truly been able to explore until very recently. Despite being 100% biologically human, in their mind, they are just the tallest goblin in their age group. Maybe they don't have the right nose for mushroom sniffing, but no one else can carve an arrowhead or repair a bow half as well as Nita.

Even though they get plenty of strange looks, with their patchwork leathers and fumbling Common, they seem quite unflappable. While they do seem naive on the outside, they are incredibly loyal and steadfast in battle. They also seem to have a decent grasp of tactics. Above all else, Amanita absorbs knowledge like dry soil after rain.

Positive
1. Full of potential
2. Generous
3. Adorable (if you like gangly kids)

Improvable
1. Naive about human society
2. Can't read Common
3. Scrawny

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Amanita was raised by a goblin tribe after the death of their parents. Now, like any goblin who has come of age before them, they have been shoved out into the world.

"Find your feet, young ones. For the green, years must be earned. Destiny must be snatched."

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Leather armor
Shortsword
Shortbow/20 arrows
2 Daggers
Explorer's Pack
Thieves' Tools
Staff
Hunting Trap
Necklace of Snake Fangs (Hunting Trophy: it doesn't do anything but look awesome)
Traveler's Clothes
Belt Pouch (10G)

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