Name: Chalakon Ankorr
Age: 19
Gender: Genderfluid
Race: Dwarf


Personality:
Endlessly curious, incredibly talkative. Sometimes her mouth runs faster than her brain, which can lead to mishaps and many apologies. But his heart is clearly in the right place. Beneath the bubbly cheer, there is a sense of melancholy in them that only shows in glimpses. As if they're letting down a weight when no one is looking.

Quirks:
List one or more peculiar traits or habits of your character.
- hates shoes, doesn’t wear them outside of work
- has a lovely singing voice
- will ask others about their gender because they can’t tell

Brief History:
Write a bit about your character's past. What drove them from their original home, if they had one. Where did they wander? When did they start hearing 'The Calling'? And how did they end up at the ruined hamlet? Again, don't need to go into every little detail and tidbit, unless you want to. Just somehting to give us an idea about their past.



Occupation: Baker and fisher

Social Status: Journeyer

Skills:
You may start with up to 3 skills of your choice. Any more skills will need to be learned. Also include a description of your skill and what it does, like in the example below. You're free to set the skill-level to whatever you want, except for Master.
- Fire Magic (Adept): Can wield staves/wands and learn tomes of Adept-level fire magic. Can also cast Fire spells up to Adept-level.
- Fishing (Expert): Is really good at fishing, and can use both poles, nets and crab pots. Knows how to make bait and where and when to fish certain types of aquatic critters.
- Swimming (Apprentice): Knows how to do the breaststroke and can manage to stay afloat in calm lakes and rivers. CAn even swim a bit in the wavy ocean, if the waves are low and far-between.

Equipment:
List any important items or equipment your character is carrying on their person, with the exception of their clothes. As an example, see the list below.
- Copper Shortsword
- Leather Hauberk
- Feathered Cap
- Simple Fishing Pole
- Simple Backpack

Spells:
This is a place to list all the spells your character knows and has learned from Tomes. Spells kept in staves/wands should not be listed here, but in your Equipment section. Remember the include the spell's name, element and tier, along with a brief description as in the example below. If you plan to learn many spells, you may want to make this bit a Hider.
- Flame Arrow, Fire (Apprentice): Conjures a small fire-projectile the size of a regular arrow, but made of pure flame. Can be fired in a straight line at anyone or anything in sight.
- Ignite, Fire (Novice): Creates a small candle-flame just above the caster's fingertip. Useful for lighting a campfire, torches or anything else that needs to be set alight.

--- My House ---

Until the RP actually starts and you guys get a feel for what the village looks and feels like, please leave this section alone.

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling articularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Name: Myrravel "Myrr" Velasien
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Elf



Personality:
Myrr has an insatiable thirst for knowledge. She’s always fascinated by the mysteries of alchemy, whether it’s unraveling the properties of rare plants or experimenting with daring combinations, sometimes to a slightly explosive result.
Despite her occasional mishaps however, Myrr is fiercely dedicated to her craft. She’s inventive when solving problems and views every failure as an opportunity to learn.
She’s light-hearted and enjoys the little joys in life, but Myrr also knows when to buckle down and give her work the attention it demands.

Quirks:

• Easily Distracted by Research: Myrr can become so engrossed in her notes or on a new fascinating idea that she forgets she’s already brewing something, often resulting in amusingly chaotic moments.
• Fascinated by Plants and Flowers: Myrr cannot resist the allure of a new plant. If she spots a rare flower or herb, she’ll drop everything to sketch and study it, no matter where she is.
• Gives Her Ingredients Names: Myrr names her ingredients, giving them personalities like "Leafy the Lavender" and "Bert the Beetroot." She often chats with them during the brewing process.

Brief History:
Myrravel's journey began not from necessity, but from an insatiable thirst for knowledge. She grew up in a quiet village, surrounded by a family and a community that valued tradition. While most people were content with their simple lives, Myrravel was always different. She found herself captivated by the mysteries of the world, especially the art of alchemy and the subtle magic of nature. Her love for plants, potions, and research grew, and she spent countless hours poring over ancient tomes and experimenting in her little lab with the help of her grandmother and teacher of herbology..

But as the years went on, she realized that the world beyond her village held far more to discover than she could ever learn in the confines of her small home. The hunger for knowledge called on her and she needed to explore, to push beyond the borders of what she already knew, and to uncover the secrets hidden in the far-off lands. One day, after many quiet hours spent contemplating, Myrravel made the decision to leave. Her family and friends understood, though they were sad to see her go. Her grandmother especially pushed her on to new paths.

So she set off, traveling from town to town, village to village, seeking the answers she craved. Along the way, she collected rare herbs, studied unfamiliar plants, and honed her skills in both alchemy, herbology and water magic. Every step was an adventure, and every new discovery was a small piece of the grand puzzle of the world.

But over time, something else began to stir inside her. It started subtly at first—a faint whisper of intuition, a sense that something was guiding her, pushing her toward a new destination. It was like a voice in the wind or a small ripple in the water. Something was calling her forward. At first, she dismissed it as simply the excitement of exploration, but soon, the call became undeniable. It was as though the world itself was beckoning her to a specific place, a place she had not yet discovered.

And today, after following this strange pull, she has arrived at the place she was meant to find.

Standing before a crumbling, yet oddly charming building, Myrravel feels a deep sense of connection. This is the place. The one that, despite its state of disrepair, feels like the home she never knew she needed. There’s a warmth in her chest as she takes in the sight of it. This is where she belongs.



Occupation: Alchemist

Social Status: Commoner

Skills:

• Water Magic (Adept): Can wield staves/wands and learn tomes of Adept-level water magic. Can also cast Water spells up to Adept-level.
• Alchemy (Apprentice): Can create a small variety of potions and mixtures with more consistent results. Kows how to work with different ingredients, combine compounds safely, and recognize basic chemical reactions. Can experiment with new formulas, though may still encounter occasional failures or unexpected side effects.
• Herbology (Adept): Can quickly identify most plants and knows the subtle ways herbs affect health and well-being. Has a solid grasp of herb gathering and preparation techniques.

Equipment:

• Simple Backpack.
• Small portable alchemical set.
• “99 Strange Plants and where to find them” Book.
• Research diary and writing material.
• Component pouch.

Spells:

• Water Pull, Water (Apprentice): Control and move small amounts of water over short distances with focused concentration. Can't create water from nothing. Can only manipulate nearby sources to pull or direct water in specific patterns.
• Frost Touch, Ice (Apprentice): Channel cold magic through the hands to freeze small objects or liquids upon contact. The ice is light and temporary.

--- My House ---

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling articularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Name: Yingmei Okudaira
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human



Personality:
Mei, is an absolute mess. Her talents in agriculture and supposed spiritual matters aside, she is a complete scaredy cat that finds it difficult to speak up in situations. Still, she's extremely passionate about her craft and despite her timidness she displays a surprising amount of courage about most things and tries not to let her unreasonable amount of dread and believing the fact that she is indeed, cursed, stop her from trying to do good.

For the most part she's friendly, and tries to get along well with others.

Just don't harm a plant in her vicinity or you shall receive divine wrath from her watering can. She can be surprisingly spunky and confident when it comes to such things she cares about such as plants, agriculture, and the nature of the human soul and gods and spirits.

Quirks:
List one or more peculiar traits or habits of your character.
- Attributes bad things to being cursed and bad luck, or alternatively, the wrath of an angry god.
- Has a habit of randomly handing out good luck charms to people to prevent them from befalling a terrible fate.
- Collects bugs, because they're 'cute'.
- Might go off on a philosophical tangent.

Brief History:
Mei hails from a mountainous country far to the east of the hamlet. A place that is quite isolated from the rest of the world with deep valleys, mountains that would take days or weeks to traverse. Her town was a little place situated right at the base of a large mountain. One where supposedly the god that the people worshipped lived. A god of agriculture and rain. A god that blessed the village with purifying rain and an abundance of crops, so long as they performed festivals and rites in its name.

This, was once upon a time the life Mei was born into. The daughter of the previous priestess and a traveler who happened settle down there. She was expected to take over as the caretaker and duties of caring for the shrine, conducting rites and handling spiritual affairs to ensure the crops were abundant and the weather was pleasant. Unfortunately, a series of mishaps and generally things not going well such as a famine followed by a drought quickly soured peoples opinions towards her.

They began to speak as though she was 'cursed' or at least, unfit for the role. She too, began to believe this slightly when she began to feel as though she needed to leave, or at least she no longer belonged here. Perhaps it was her being a coward. Perhaps she truly did feel the writing was on the wall.

But she ran away, one night, taking only a handful of seeds and essentials with her.

She ran, and ran, and ran, across the continent for nearly a year and eventually, where she found a small, rundown Hamlet. For some reason, it made her feel safe.



Occupation: Farmer

Social Status: Priestess

Skills:
- Farming (Expert): A skilled farmer and understands many agricultural principles such as crop rotation, soil health, and most basic things and the tools of the trade.

- Botany (Adept): A good farmer needs to understand and be able to identify plants and crops that could be useful for growing or that may be edible or have other uses beyond consumption. She at least, has a fairly decent knowledge of plants.

- Athletics (Novice): A summation of skills relating to cardio and physical exertion. A good farmer, needs good stamina and physical ability. Mei, is a hundred percent lacking in that area. Yes, she is probably a bit better than most commoners that don't have such an ability but she definitely needs improvement to run a good farm.

Equipment:
- Copper Watering can
- Copper Hoe
- Simple backpack
- Rice Seeds
- Potato Seeds
- Camellia Seeds (for tea)
- Wheat Seeds

Spells:
Spells? She doesn't know any spells...at least, not ones of any respectable nature.
- Purify (Novice): Creates a small area around herself that briefly banishes low level evil spirits or at least harms them in some way. She doesn't know if it actually works, but it makes her feel better whenever she uses it. It definitely isn't just an old spell her mom gave her to make her less afraid of spooky scary things.

--- My House ---

Until the RP actually starts and you guys get a feel for what the village looks and feels like, please leave this section alone.

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling particularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Name: Varisse Z'Rox
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Elf



Height: 165cm/5'5"ish
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Black

Description:
Tall for an elf, though still fairly short amongst humans, Variss often gives an impression of quiet indignation at all times, perhaps due her default expression usually being a minor scowl.

Not having given up on her role as a wizard, she still wears her apprentice robes despite no longer being a part of any magic-user organization. Despite their constant use, she keeps them in shape through constant magic repair.

Her appearance is usually well-kept, though as a day drags on her clothes and hair may end up in disarray depending on how things are going for her.

Personality:
Varisse has an inferiority complex due to being (in her own eyes) a failed mage, and it often causes her to come off as distant at best and abrasive at worst. Though she feels like she has a higher calling than what she ended up doing as a wanderer, she can't bring herself to turn a blind eye to someone in need, even if she complains the entire time.

Her unique magic inclinations have led to her being rather creative in finding solutions to problems, though this also means that she often tries many things that fail before she succeeds.

Quirks:
List one or more peculiar traits or habits of your character.
-Chronically plays with her hair when distracted, flustered, or lost in thought. This is the main cause of her hair becoming messed up over the course of a day.
-Sleeps with a plushie that is impeccably clean and well-maintained that she has had from birth. Would never admit it.

Brief History:
Varisse showed early inclinations towards magic usage from an early age, so she was tutored in magic tradition and slated to be an apprentice mage at a prominent wizard's tower. In essence, she was clearly slated to be a future figure in the world of magic...

But she couldn't cast anything good. She studied meticulously, tried any school of magic she could discover, and she could never cast anything other than minor trifles. While the mages of the tower found it interesting that she could have such a breadth of casting ability, they ultimately only found it as a passing curiosity and not as a sign of a future archmage as she had desired.

Seeing that she had no future as a caster who could only cast the most basic spells, she left the wizard's tower and wandered the nearby areas, using her wide but shallow magical abilities to take odd jobs for townsfolk. Over some time she gained a bit of a reputation as a handywoman who could help out with almost any mundane task... much to her chagrin.



Occupation: Handywoman

Social Status: Commoner

Skills:
- Cantrip Master (Novice?): Can cast spells of almost any type... Provided they're novice level or lower.

Equipment:
List any important items or equipment your character is carrying on their person, with the exception of their clothes. As an example, see the list below.
- Mage's Guild Crest
- Plushie horse (do not bring up that you know it exists to her or she will be unreasonably angry about it)

Spells:
- Air Cantrip (Novice): Can slightly influence the air pressure around her to increase or decrease wind speed, or create small targetted bursts of air.
- Fire Cantrip (Novice): Can conjure and manipulate a small flame, or sustain a flame up to the size of a campfire. The flame can be chosen to only generate heat and be harmless or be used to start other fires.
- Earth Cantrip (Novice): Can create small amounts of fertile soil, cast a minor heal on plants, or manipulate small amounts of earth or small rocks.
- Water Cantrip (Novice): Can conjure a small jet of water and manipulate its spray, manipulate a small amount of water, or bring the temperature of water down (focused use can eventually freeze water).
- Dark Cantrip (Novice): Can reduce the light level in an area for a brief amount of time, make a small object vanish from sight briefly, or create a small illusion.
- Holy Cantrip (Novice): Can conjure a small light to illuminate an area similar to a torch, or bless and clean a small object, repair small amounts of damage to an object, or heal very minor wounds on living things.

--- My House ---

Until the RP actually starts and you guys get a feel for what the village looks and feels like, please leave this section alone.

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling articularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Name: Brom Stronghammer
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf



Personality:
A jovial man with a thirst for life and an insatiable hunger for food, Brom comes across as a warm and friendly person ready to offer a hand if needed. Sharp of wit and perceptive, he is sociable and attentive to the needs of others. He is always on the lookout for the freshest ingredients and even try things that maybe most people wouldn't dare out of typical convention just to see if it tastes good, or at least to see if it's lethal or not. Hell, he'll go out himself to find these ingredients happily.

He is a creative soul, constantly experimenting with his cooking to find the best possible flavors even if there are some less than tasty results in the mix at times. Each failure is a lesson to learn, and he never makes the same mistake twice, at least when it comes to cooking. His mind tends to wander from time to time, but when the time comes, he knows the value of hard work.

Quirks:

- Nicknames his kitchen equipment: Pretty self-explanatory. He nicknames his tools and fondly takes extra care of them, liking them as extensions of himself.
- Flavor seeking freak: In the pursuit of flavor, there is no depths he won't go to find it even if it's absolutely a terrible idea. He has tasted and cooked some terrible food from things that could only be described as edible as a technicality.
- Shaves everyday: As a chef having a big, luscious beard that dwarves are known for is considered unsanitary in the kitchen, so Brok shaves once a day. Still doesn't prevent him from having a small beard though.

Brief History:
When Brom was born there was a single driving desire the fueled him: food. There was nothing he wanted more than food under the mountain, but he was not satisfied with dwarven cuisine. He wanted to experience more, to taste more, to understand what made things taste the way they do. It was quite a conundrum for a family of blacksmiths to have a child more interested in eating and cooking than continuing the family tradition.

At the ripe age of thirteen with a half a foot long beard and some savings from his parents, Brom went off to live with his uncle in much more populated city with hopes to get an apprenticeship in a restaurant, maybe something even upscale. Instead, he got his start working in a tavern washing dishes though over time they taught him cooking techniques and even let him cook. Once he got older, he would then go to one job to the next, each one a higher establishment until he was working in a nobleman's house as one of his personal chefs.

One would think that Brom would've been happy with his predicament; he got to cook delicious food every day and at first, he was. However, it was the same food, seasoned the same way, plated the same way, every single time. This was not why he left home and certainly not why he became a chef. At twenty years old, he just left with a new goal in mind; to adventure the world and find all the unique, delicious things. So, he became an adventurer. Not a very good one, at least at first, but an adventurer, nonetheless.

Brom joined various different groups though he never really stayed for long. He was always hopping to the next thing, the next village cuisine, or the next beast or herb to cook. There was something else though. Something that was drawing him in, a desire, but he was not sure what for. The only way he would ever figure it out was if he went out to seek it, so that's what he did.

After months of traveling, he ended up in run down village and there he stood before a less than stellar building, but something screamed out at him that this was what he was looking for. It was then he understood why he sought this place out. It was the perfect place to start a tavern.



Occupation: Chef

Social Status: Commoner

Skills:

- Cooking (Expert): Has advanced cooking knowledge and techniques from his time working in restaurants and his own experimentation. Just ignore the failures.
- Foraging (Adept): Can identify most documented wild fungi, herbs, and produce. Has enough knowledge and common sense to tell when something is dangerous to eat.
- Swordsmanship (Adept): A sword is just an oversized knife when you think about it, so one would think that knowledge would transfer over. It really doesn't. Over his adventures, he cooked meals for swordsman in exchange for lessons. His swordsmanship is just a hodgepodge of different styles, but he can at least fend for himself.

Equipment:

- Kitchen knives set
- Cast iron skillet
- A cast iron pot
- Copper great sword
- Spatula
- Wooden ladle
- Simple Backpack
- Flint
- Wooden utensils
- A collection of herbs, spices, and salt
- Olive oil

--- My House ---

Until the RP actually starts and you guys get a feel for what the village looks and feels like, please leave this section alone.

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling articularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Name: "Everett"
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human


Personality:
Everett is best known for his subtle sly smile and gaze, the silver and eloquent tongue. He's "pretty nice" as most would call him, though very few seem to know who he is deep down. He's a well-spoken individual, his old line of work made a lot of use of it as a smoke and mirror to his true intentions, and his current lifestyle makes it an easy way for people to lower their guards around him. It is perhaps best to define him as self-interested, someone who often embroils themselves in their own work or desires, though he has an unscratched urge to also provide for others once again, and so he is often willing to cook a good meal for someone who needs it.

He also has a great appreciation for fine works, particularly blades of any kind, and weaponry, but also has a very keen eye for jewelry and valuables. He enjoys games of skill, loves theatre, and when the time calls for it he likes to drink too. Though he will often avoid it when he is required to make use of his hands for work.

Quirks:
- The way he admires a good blade makes him look and sound like a psychotic slasher. He likes a good sword, but also good kitchen knives too.
- The stories he shares about himself never seem to line up.
- He's often theorizing how to cook monsters he has encountered, especially recently. Though a cook, he is also no stranger to going out and about in dungeons and such.

Brief History:
Everett, or as he was known during his time as a member of the Hell's Key gang, Alban Mavella, rode with these bandits for some few to several years. Like all bandit gangs, they would eventually be broken up after accruing enough animosity from others, leading to their arrest or execution at the hands of guardsmen, soldiers, adventurers, or hired hands.

During his time as a member of Hell's Key, Alban was the group's cook, and as they moved from location to location, he would have to learn new ways to prepare the wildlife of the area, and even the monsters sometimes to make an unorthodox meal. His talent and sensibility with tools and ingredients led to him being depended on a lot for supplying the group with good food. It was always possible to get something to eat, foraging, hunting, or just getting some bread, but to make it into something more palatable was a talent that everyone in the group but him lacked.

Before he was a bandit, he was the son of a noble family, now disgraced, his father executed, and his mother having died of illness shortly after. The leader of Hell's Key found him drifting from carriage to carriage, noticing how skilled he was at stealing from travelers either in plain sight with skilled pickpocketing and a silver tongue, or quietly stealing from their backpacks. It was unexpected that as he grew up in the gang not even known as Hell's Key at the time, that he would become a good cook, and this was only because he disliked their poor palates compared to his originally noble upbringing.

This all came to an end when one raid went completely wrong, a group of skilled adventurers had decided to claim the bounty on them and ambushed them, using a local nobleman as bait. With the help of the leader, the comparatively younger members including Alban himself managed to run away. Since then, the small group traveled together for a little while, trying to find a new life for themselves. They all eventually broke off as they found something for themselves, one found love, another found a new calling, there was not too few who tried their old ways and only got caught, while another simply disappeared into the night. Eventually only Alban was left, or as he called himself, Everett, as they all picked new names to avoid notice.

Who knows now where the road leads him. He was sure his skills as a cook could find him a job, or even allow him to open his own eatery, but so far no town he had visited felt right to live in.



Occupation: Chef (?)

Social Status: Fugitive Drifter

Skills:
- Skullduggery (Expert): The full suite of a thief's skillset, specifically pickpocketing, lockpicking, sleight of hand, and of course, lying or a silver tongue. At lower levels there would simply be a couple less skills.
- Bladework (Adept): Ability with blades, both small and large, includes the ability to throw blades, dextrous technique and precision. While this is mainly medium to small sized blades, it does include some basic swordsmanship.
- Cooking (Adept): The ability to cook. Uniquely, he's able to cook with unorthodox ingredients too...

Equipment:
- Iron Smallsword
- Iron Throwing Knives
- Assorted Cooking Knives
- Leather Hauberk
- Frying Pan
- Rucksack

Spells:
N/A

--- My House ---

Name: Fin Runnard
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human



Description:
This young man puts you in mind of a lost and wandering spirit. He has slitted eyes the color of pine needles. His thick, curly, brown hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a tangled bush. He is short and has a skinny build. His skin is very pallid, like someone who's been sick a long time - or has been kept out of the sun. There are a mass of scars on his back, and he has shackle galls on his wrists and ankles that he tries to hide. What clothes he has are ill-fitting, like they were sewn for someone larger.

Personality:
Fin is well-mannered, although a bit skittish. Likes to drink, to sing and laugh, but rarely talks about himself. His humor can be a bit dark at times.

Quirks:
- Has to sit with his back towards a wall.
- Loves fresh fruit, especially berries.
- Light sleeper.
- When pacing in thought, he walks as if he's inside a small invisible box, like a mime.

Brief History:
It's known that he's from a large family - his father would breed dogs and his mother taught him how to play the lute and to sing. He has a twin sister, who he's not seen in a very long time. Claims he was taken hostage from a caravan and forced to live in a cave while waiting for his family to pay the ransom. Eventually he found a way out. After many days without count, he wandered into the village.



Occupation: Minstrel

Social Status: - Commoner (Well-to-do)

Skills:
- Lock picking (Adept): Can open most locks with ease.
- Musician (Adept): Can sing well, if a bit rough, and can play the lute.
- Brawler (Adept): Can throw and take a punch, making good use of whatever comes to hand.

Equipment:

- Worn Lute inside a simple canvas sack
- Meteoric Iron Dagger with a simple leather sheath
- Simple Flint shards in a simple sueded leather drawstring bag
- Improvised leather Sling
- Worn and patched canvas Satchel
- Improvised Iron Lockpicks
- Worn Vellum Tarot Cards in a worn simple wooden box
- Dark Codex - Copy (Novice)
- Dark Codex - Dark Vision (Novice)
- Dark Codex - Hidden Pocket (Novice)

--- My House ---

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Location: Where in, or outside, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? Some kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-story building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling particularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.