[CHAR] CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON ⚔️

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[Whoami]

Illezra Wengale

Illezra Wengale

Race
Tiefling

Gender
Female

Height
5' 8"

Weight
126 lbs

Class [Subclass]
Rogue [Assassin]

Personality
Illezra is very distrusting of humans. Ever since a young age, she has faced one atrocity after another from them. Because of this Illezra is very cold and distant when in the presence of humans, and she often prefers to avoid them entirely if she can. Towards other races, Illezra is more open as she hasn't had enough exposure to them in her life to come to any conclusions. Naturally, she is very open toward other tieflings, as she is curious about her own people and wishes to understand more about herself. Illezra's has a very deep seeded hatred for people in powerful positions. She is willing to go as far as killing corrupt aristocrats and nobles if it means others wouldn't have to go through the things she has been through. While Illezra's motives are purely out of personal vengeance, the consequences of her actions tend to have larger impacts on the political and social landscapes around her.

Biography
Illezra's life was cursed long before she was ever even born. Some time long ago, an ancestor came into contact with a demon, the details of such an event are hazy at best now. Nevertheless, their crossing of paths sowed a seed of corruption in the bloodline that carried on for generations. No one ever knew it was there, at least not until it manifested itself in the newborn daughter of House Wengale. Darrick of House Wengale and his wife were both devoutly religious. His first child and heir to the lordship of House Wengale, Rufus, grew up with much of the same religious ideologies as his parents. Baron Darrick was there to witness the birth of is fiendish daughter. It would have been an understatement to say he reacted poorly. Since the day Illezra entered the world, she was kept a secret from the public, with only the nurses and doctors in the room knowing of Illezra's existence. Darrick formed a narrative, explaining that his wife has miscarried, and that Rufus was still his only child. He kept Illezra in the cellars of the Wengale estate. The only ones who came to see her was her mother, who despite being even more religious than the baron, couldn't bring herself to hate her daughter.

Even as Illezra grew older, she was kept in the cellars and tunnels beneath the estate. She didn't have any contact with the outside world. Her experience beyond the dank wet tunnel walls all came from a barred off window looking out from the hillside upon the Ruby City of Draydon. One day, her brother came down into the cellars for the first time in years. Illezra was an older teenager at this point. Rufus summoned his bodyguard into the cellar and ordered that the window be blocked off from the outside. Filled with anger, Illezra lashed out at Rufus and tackled him to the floor. Before the bodyguard could pull Illezra free of the heir, she had clawed at his fingers and raked four large marks across his face. The would leave scars behind that would forever mar his otherwise handsome face. Rufus had his bodyguard drag her to the dungeon, and he kept her there in secrecy, all while lying to their mother that she had run off into the city the first chance she got. He explained that he was trying to calmly stop her, and that she lashed out at him and attacked. The narrative was twisted once again to the public eye, that Rufus was injured by a bear during a hunt.

One might think it'd be hard to keep her presence in the dungeon a secret from the baroness, but she never went down there at all and the baron rather endorsed Illezra's punishment for harming his son and heir. In the dungeon, Rufus' twisted side became clear to Illezra. He wasn't just a power hungry bastard, but a sadistic one too. Rufus went to the dungeon ever few nights to torture Illezra. He would lash her back with a hooked whip, drip holy water on her, and he would even let his bodyguard take a turn every so often. All through Illezra's life, her experience with humans was painful and evil. It planted a very deep hatred for humans, and allowed for the dark tiefling urges to cloud her mind. After three months of torture, sleep deprivation, hunger, and thirst, Illezra was stripped down to being borderline feral. Whenever Rufus would bring a new prisoner into his dungeon, he would scare the unfortunate soul by placing him in the same cell as Illezra who was chained to a wall.

One night, a hooded figure stepped into Illezra's cell. It was another tiefling, a man with sharp features and an even sharper gaze. He told Illezra that he was a bounty hunter, and that the baroness of all people had hired him to locate her and collect her alive. He didn't give many other details, only that he was surprised to find out that the baroness had no clue the tiefling she was looking for was in the very same building as her all this time. He was the first tiefling that Illezra had ever met. Before then, she thought that she was the only one. She showed more curiosity and restraint toward him than the feral snarling she had showed so many other prisoners. Nevertheless, the bounty hunter was still cautious in breaking her chains. When he was done freeing her, Illezra collapsed to the floor. She had no strength in her. The bounty hunter provided her with water and some trail rations to give her the energy she needed to escape the estate. Using the same clever way that the other tiefling had taken to get in (a small tunnel at the bottom of a dried out well), the two escaped. He took Illezra deep into the Sword Mountains, where they finally reached their destination during a hard blizzard. A snow covered cabin with firelight in the window. This will be followed up on during the first IC post in the RP, and more events in her life leading up to her return to Draydon will be unveiled as things progress.

Equipment
- A sharp, curved dagger with no defining features. It looks as though it can be easily replaced
- 10 ft. long whip
- A simple outfit of travelling leathers and a black cloak with a hood
- The Wengale family signet ring belonging to her mother. It has her name engraved on the inside of the ring. Proof of her family lineage.

This CS has been looked over and approved by the GM after a few edits were made to keep things in line with the GM's intent.

[Dark Light]

Aesthen

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Character Full Name: Aesthen Graiert Halstorn
Alias: Sven Graythorn
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5’7
Weight: 189lbs
Main Class: Rogue
Subclass: Theif

Short Biography:
Born on a ship he lived a sailors life traveling harbour to harbour and growing up with entertainers, acrobats and traders. He learnt all the things that the people loved and cheered for. How to sell, how to tell a story, how to move and how to entertain. He also learnt all the skills that the crowds did not see. The picking of pockets, the duping and conning of rich men. The scams, ploys and traps that came and went like the rising of the moon with none but a few wise to the riches now gone.

Growing to big for his troupe, Aesthen sought the new opportunities of an old home. Things were different now, he was different now. Tired of always traveling, maybe this could be his future.

Personality Description: There are many tales of brave carefree rogues throwing themselves into danger and trouble with reckless abandonment, only scraping through vast unforeseen misfortunes by the skin on their teeth. Overwhelming courage, charisma and luck pulling them through the ordeal to reward them handsomely for their brainless blunder.
Aesthen is not one of those rogues. For every one of those success stories there are numerous others of failure that go unheard and untold. Simply because living foolishly relies on luck, and fate does not favour the foolish.

No, to live and survive as a Rogue one had to be smart, cautions and calculating. Aesthen was all of these. Even his charming demeanour was one of calculated precision. A patient man with a curious eye for detail. He has little ill will towards others but just a simple self serving focus on himself. He loves his trinkets and and can spend hours reading or tinkering. He is meticulous and thorough in all that he does.
Despite being a thief he still holds a good heart and a small streak of moral values, this can be difficult to uphold though as he often lacks true empathy beyond that of his constant charade.

Why have you come to Draydon? For Aesthen this is not only a journey for opportunity and prosperity, the likes of which can only be found in a town such as Draydon, but it’s also a long overdue trip home. He seeks to cement himself in the foundations of the growing ‘new’ thieves guild.

Character Fighting Style:
Life has not been ‘fair’ to Aesthen and he holds no qualms in forwarding that same fate onto his opponents. Liveliness is more important than fairness and Aesthen wants to live. There are few things he can imagine worse than the bleak darkness of non existence with its lack of opportunity, chances and future.
To avoid such a fate he will do whatever necessary to tip the scales of favour onto his side and has no hesitation in fleeing should he feel it necessary. Let the dead have their honour.

Aesthen likes to plan everything ahead of time and be in control of almost all situations. Traps, trickery and deception are his favourite tools to avoid physical confrontation before it even begins.

If things must go another way he will attack mid range with throwing daggers or the likes, from a vantage point where he can over look his options. Always opting to ambush from the shadows with quick hard unexpected strikes if he can. In melee, movement is his friend and while dancing around with skill and grace, feigning and misdirecting, he will utilisie his knowledge of anatomy and take advantage of his opponents momentum and physiology.

Considering all physical engagements equally a test of wits, Aesthen simulates it in his mind many times over before it ever begins.

Primary Armament:
An array of throwing daggers strapped all over his body.
Secondary Armament:

Breakers Adamantin Shears.

Shears are used to quickly cut through items by snipping them between two sharp blades. Small shears can be used in one hand. Lopping shears are 3 feet long and must be used in two hands; they are commonly used by farmers or gardeners to cut hedges and branches.
Adamantine shears are lopping shears with sharpened adamantine blades that can snip through nearly any material.
You can use adamantine shears to cut through bars, chains, grates, or similar items. On any item the adamantine shears can fit around (such as a chain or iron bar, but not an iron door), using adamantine shears provides a bonus on your Strength to break or burst it.

Aesthen’s custom made and purpose designed shears appear and function as two seperate individual daggers. With near straight blades, little to no guard and slightly long hilts. They are sharp, precise and deadly giving no clue to their alternate purpose.

The tools and bits required to join the blades and make the shears whole are hidden within the hollow pommels, while the scabbards hold a secret compartment containing a vial of phosphorescent gel and a dose of rusting powder.

The getaway Buckler

This deceptive small forearm mounted shield does not look intricate at all. Appearing as a simple, solid and sturdy piece of basic shaped metal.
Secretly it possesses 2x tightly sprung grappling bolts underneath attached to a length of coiled silk, just waiting to be fired off in the direction of the hand.
In the centre is a concealed spring loaded punch dagger, ready to turn this defensive weapon into an offensive one at a moments notice.

Hidden compartments hold a single use smoke bomb and supply of caltrops just waiting to be quickly deployed with a simple motion.
It’s final feature is due to its shape and unique materials inside. When placed and sealed against a flat surface it is highly susceptible to vibrations, and with the aid of a hearing horn placed upon it a near tremor sense ability is gained. Although no voices can be heard, careful manipulation and familiarity with the device will allow the user to discern the direction of the oncomer.

Inventory Items: (4-8 Items)

Tinkerers goggles

This expertly crafted steampunk contraption has several small arms that hold magnifying lenses near the wearer’s face. They’re kept in place by locking hinges and crude gyroscopes that compensate for normal head movements. While the lenses are properly aligned, the wearer gains a circumstance bonus when working on items that are small or highly detailed and when inspecting something within 5 feet. However, the arms can easily become misaligned if the wearer is not careful. If the arms are misaligned, they lose their usefulness until readjusted

This version is specifically designed and fitted to Aesthen and is a lot more compact and sturdy than most others. It also comes with a telescopic seeing glass that can be removed, altered and used as a hearing horn. There is even a tube in the goggle strap that connects from the horn to the ear so that when run beneath a hooded cloak, one can be a far more discreet and inconspicuous than simply placing his head against the door.

Chain belt of restraining

Barbed Quickcatch manacles (Disguised as a belt)
This light yet sturdy tightly woven chain sits around the wearers waist and is quickly released to become an improvised chain weapon that also doubles as manacles.

These masterwork manacles are designed to swiftly secure a restrained creature. The price includes a quick-release mechanism that, when attached to a belt or pack, allows you to retrieve the quickcatch manacles with one hand as a swift action.
Quickcatch manacles include a good lock that locks automatically when the manacles are applied.
Manacle Barbs
Barbs added to these manacles wound a captive who does more than move slowly and with care. Rough movement of any kind, such as being struck in combat or falling prone, likewise causes damage. Attempting to break out of barbed manacles with strength also deals damage to the captive regardless of the success of the attempt.

All purpose Boots

These tall sturdy tightly laced leather boots have specialised padded soles that not only softens the wearers steps but makes him quieter and harder to track.
Left boot also has a small concealed spring loaded blade.
The Right boot has a hollow heel for concealing small items like his blank key wax.
The toes have small thin sturdy claws beneath the leather that are only exposed when pressed forth. Useful for climbing.

A small spool of fishing wire is intricately woven through each of the laces.

Rings

Thieves’ Ring
This slightly over-sized ring conceals a few lockpicks and other tools coiled inside its band. These discreet tools, made of a metal alloy that springs straight once the tool is removed from the band, are sufficient to attempt Disable Device checks without penalty, and long enough to pick locks on manacles fastened around the wearer’s hands (once he slips off the ring).

Pin Ring
This simple weapon is a ring with a flip-up lid, below which is a needle capable of delivering a dose of poison (or knock-out drug, etc.)

Poisoner's Ring (Signet ring)
A poisoner's ring outwardly appears as a common piece of jewelry, but is capable of delivering a dose of poison. A hollowed out feature on the ring (perhaps a jewel, or signet face), results in a cavity that holds a dose of poison; by means of a painstakingly crafted hinge, the wearer could use specific hand motions to access the space within.
With practice, the wearer could deposit the the fatal cargo into a cut or bowl with little chance of being noticed.

Razor ring
This simple ring can be manipulated to produce a thin small razor along its edge, useful for cutting purses or hacking at ropes.

Belt pouch

Dissipating fan
Glass cutter/glue paper
caltrops, chalk,

Masterwork Backpack.

This deceptively normal appearing backpack is laden with many hidden pouches. It is currently holding the standard bedroll, some chalk, a flint and steel, a grappling hook, an iron pot, a mirror, pitons (10), rope, soap, torches (2), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin. It is also hiding some more thieves tools with extenders, a drill and has 2 quick release pouches of caltrops.

Leather armour & Performers Adventuring Cloak

This fine leather armour is pretty standard and well maintained. It has many straps and places to hold and conceal blades.
The fine thick cloak, as well as protecting him from harsh conditions, has a dark inlay that when turned inside out helps conceal the wearer at night. Weights it the hem help it flourish and be twirled around. As with all great things it also has hidden pockets.
Amongst this attire Aesthen hides a wrist sheath, Marked cards and concealed thieves’ tools.

Scroll case

This is a standard, albeit sturdy, double ended scroll case. One long end holds all the papers and while the other a more cushioned smaller chamber contains the ink. A thin pocket along the side houses an ink pen. It is completely waterproof and air tight.
Contents:
Ink (1 vial), an inkpen, paper (10 sheets) sealing wax.

Coin Purse: 21Gp, 10pp & 3 gems worth 40gp ea.
(He’s worked hard.)

[La Fleur]

Alenia the Wounded

Alenia “the Wounded”

Gender
Female

Race
Moon Elf (Or perhaps only half so? Her father was human and her mother was a moon elf.)

Height
6’0”

Weight
160 Lbs

Main Class
Warrior

Subclass
Weapon and Shield

Short Biography: Alenia “the Wounded” is a woman with a hard past. Raised by her father after her mother’s passing, Alenia grew up without a strong female figure in her life. Raised alone by her father, the captain of the guard of Baldurs Gate, Alenia was surrounded by voices of authority, strictness, and the brass world of military men. At the age of sixteen, the sheltered, socially awkward Alenia began training in sword play and studying military tactics, disciplinary manuals, and military etiquette. She even saved her coin to pay for an instructor.

Disheartened and infuriated by her fathers’ rejection of her joining the guard, Alenia left Baldurs Gate at age twenty-two and journeyed to Waterdeep. She enlisted in the city watch and five years later resigned, joining a local mercenary company, for whom she worked for yet again five years. Preferring the active and profitable life as a mercenary. However, when her employer was accused of treason against the city and jailed, Alenia resigned, the company whom she served having become corrupt and deplorable. Now, at age thirty-two, Alenia has once again left to start anew. Hearing of the “Ruby City” that is Draydon, she has come seeking a new beginning.

Personality Description: Alenia is what you might call a roguish noble. A woman of conviction and honor, yet not entirely polished and well-meaning all around. At the end of the day she watches out for herself and while she isn’t above having friends or companions, she is hard to impress. Alenia aspires for self-sustainment and purpose, though is not afraid to confront injustice. She is not one to betray or undermine, and is loyal without waver.

Why have you come to Draydon? Alenia seeks purpose and personal fortune alike. Serving for years as both a tight-lipped city guard and a brassy mercenary, Alenia has never felt any sense of purpose or duty, and certainly never has she had a fortune. She hopes to find both in Draydon as a free blade seeking a conviction.

Fighting Style: Favoring her short sword and shield, Alenia fights with an aggressive fire. She pummels her foes with heavy attacks, albeit energy consuming, and takes her time to recover amidst defense. When facing stronger foes, Alenia uses a more tempered approach, attacking more moderately and focusing more on defense, looking for counter attack opportunities. Though trained in archery and dual weapon wielding as well, she always prefers a sword and a shield.

Primary Armament: Steel Short Sword
Secondary Armament: Targe of the Wounded

Inventory Items
-Amulet of Torm
-Personal Journal
-Dwarven Compass
-Outdated Waterdeep City Watch Papers
-Map of the Sword Coast

Coin Purse: 200 Gold

[Lord Wyron]

Renault Beaumont | Disgraced Paladin

Character Full Name
Renault Beaumont

Gender
Male

Age
43

Race
Human

Height
6'2"

Weight
191lbs

Main Class
Warrior

Subclass
Spellsword (Former)

Appearance
Renault Beaumont is a man drastically changed over the course of seven years. In his youth, he looked the part of a knight in shining armor: tall, broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, and golden-haired with an air of noble grace. But now, exile has marked him. His hair, having lost its luster, is shaggy and disheveled, complemented by a scraggly beard already starting to gray. His eyes have grown lifeless and tired, with fresh wrinkles starting to form on his face, signifying his age.

His armor, once gilded plate and white cloak, has been replaced by a worn leather brigandine and undershirt with rough-hewn breeches, gloves, boots, and traveling cloak.

Personality Description:
A man shaped by his experiences, most of them negative, Renault is, in a word: lost. Troubled, uncertain, and penitent, who he is today is a far cry from the devout, self-assured man he used to be. Embodying nearly all the virtues one could think of for a crusader of justice, Renault's banishment from The Knights of the Merciful Sword was seen as a great shock.

Thrown into the streets of Draydon with naught to his name, Renault's grief gave way to cynicism and melancholy, leaving him a shell of his former self. Plagued almost constantly by feelings of unworthiness and self-doubt, Renault has all but forsaken his former identity, refusing to cast spells or perform miracles in Tyr's name, believing himself spurned by his former patron.

Yet despite his weariness, the core of Renault's personality is still there, not lost, but buried. Beneath himself is a man of strong faith and pure heart, not forgetting the Oath he swore to the people of Draydon, though long have they forgotten him.

Short Biography:
Born to the noble House Beaumont, Renault was groomed for knighthood as far back as he can remember. His childhood stories were tales of valiant knights and gallant heroes astride horseback, leaving the impressionable youth awestruck and determined to one day be a knight himself. As soon as he turned seven, Renault was given the title of page and sent to one of the castles in Draydon under the patronage of Lord Alistair, a former knight, himself. It was here where the brunt of Renault's training and education came from. He learned how to hunt, how to read and write, how to care for horses and armor, and eventually how to fight. The next eight years were spent in this regimen, with the complexity of his duties increasing as he got older. By the age of fifteen, Renault officially became a squire, now able to devote himself almost fully to combat training. Mastering the seven points of agilities, among them riding, swimming, climbing, fencing, and dancing. Six years later, at twenty-one, Renault became eligible for knighthood.

Now able to live out the dreams imparted to him as a boy, Renault consecrated himself to chivalry, joining others among the noble warrior elite. Spending his first few years of knighthood hunting, jousting, attending tournaments, and participating in round tables, Renault found himself feeling dissatisfied, as though he were being called to something greater than himself. That call found him, aged twenty-six, in the Knights of the Merciful Sword.

An order of paladins devoted to the tenets of Tyr, Renault believed that this was the opportunity he needed to answer this great calling. Giving up all lands, titles, and wealth and taking vows of poverty, chastity, piety, and obedience, Renault formally joined the Knights a christened Paladin: a position he would hold for ten years.

Alas, a time must come for all men to face temptation: either to resist or to succumb. Renault's temptation was named Alena. A beautiful handmaiden attending a Waterdeep noblewoman, Renault first encountered her in one of Draydon's many markets, stopping to retrieve a coin she had dropped. When eyes locked and fingers brushed, the seeds of early attraction were planted. Though seemingly insignificant, that first meeting would eventually be Renault's downfall.

Struggling with intrusive thoughts from their brief exchange, no amount of prayer or reading could ease Renault's mind. He had to see her again. Thus began a city-wide game of hide-and-seek: both parties developing more and more contrived ways to interact with each other over the course of months. A simple "Good day" and "How do you do?" spoke volumes; each overlong glance a yearning from the heart.

Finally, neither Renault or Alena could take it any more, and met in private with open intentions. A tryst was formed: a crossing of the space between stars as the two reveled in their forbidden union. But not all things are meant to last...

In less than a year, the two were caught. Alena was sent back to Waterdeep in disgrace, never to be seen again, and Renault was banished from the Merciful Sword. In one fell swoop, he had lost everything.

The last seven years of Renault's life have been a blur of misfortune and despondency. Left with nothing, he turned to drink as a means of coping, fading into obscurity in the back room of a tavern. Believing that his actions have shamed not only himself, but Tyr, Renault distanced himself from his past as a paladin; with only his memories and the few trinkets he was allowed to take as keepsakes.

Why have you come to Draydon?
First arrived as a seven year old to be trained in the ways of knighthood. For nearly the last four decades, here he has stayed.

Fighting Style:
In his younger years, Renault blended swordplay with a myriad of holy spells taught to him by the Knights of the Merciful Sword. Favoring the longsword, Renault used the blade's natural versatility to his advantage: adopting either a one or two-handed grip depending on whether he wanted to keep a hand free for casting or focus on more powerful swings. Now, having given up spellcasting for nearly a decade, Renault relies on his sword and dagger in combat: using the former for more conventional duels and the latter for close-quarters surprise attacks. Though somewhat out of practice, Renault's years of combat training and muscle memory still make him a formidable foe able to near-seamlessly assume different fighting stances depending on his opponent(s).

Primary Armament: Steel Longsword
Secondary Armament: Steel Dagger

Inventory Items
-Crest of Tyr (Worn under his shirt)
-Waterskin (often filled with wine)
-Holy Book of Tyr
-Whetstone
-Wrinkled Note (Contents Unknown)

Coin Purse: 5 Gold

[Rockin Strings]

Killin Ernin

-Character Full Name: Killin Ernin
-Gender: Male
-Race: Dragonborn
-Height: 4"11'
-Weight: 125
-Main Class: Sorceror
-Subclass: Wizard
-Appearance:

Image

-Short Biography: Killin was born to a moon elf mother and Dragonborn father in a small high elf city that seldom let anyone else in. From a young age, Killin was seen as an outcast by children his age because he could spit lightning at anyone, whether on purpose or accident was up for debate half the time. However, he also showed a great knack for spellwork and thus began a little training. Word of the child prodigy got around a little to some of the other nearby cities and it wasn't more than a year before a powerful high elf wizard came to recruit Killin for the guild.

Killin was happy to go but sad to leave his parents. He wrote them nearly every day, allowing them to keep up with his life. Then came the first guild job that took him to a new place. He was a little shy at first but was quick to befriend the human who had asked for a mage to help decipher some ancient draconic texts. It turned out to be a hero's journal and Killin was more than happy to read the story inside to the human.

Many of the jobs took him to, if not near, Waterdeep or Baldur's Gate. He liked those jobs the best because those jobs gave him a chance to see his friends he'd made, such as Alenia. There were a couple of particular jobs where he was working with a mercenary to protect something while the local mage who had hired them was traveling from Waterdeep to Draydon.

Over the next few years, he was trained as both a sorcerer and a wizard, being able to cast most spells both ways. Despite his young age, he is a powerful mage and a great strategist. He is, however, still a child and is easily distracted by fun games, such as chess.

-Personality Description: Killin stands at just under 5 feet tall, which isn't uncommon for a 12-year-old bronze Dragonborn, and weighs a bit more than you'd expect by looking at him. By what he wears, he's a mage. Long robes and cloaks cover his body, leaving only his head, hands, and winged back uncovered. Other than his bronze scales and draconic features, the only other notable things about his appearance are the two horns that spike back from the front, smaller horns that decorate the back of his jaw, and aquatic looking fins along the back of his neck and tail.

-Why have you come to Draydon? Despite being born to an elven settlement and raised in a mage's guild, his favorite place to relax is a small tavern in a small town on the edge of Draydon. While there, he often finds magical jobs for himself and the other members of the guild that bring in coin to keep everyone happy and not hungry. While traveling, he became sort-of a member of the Quester's Guild, though still prioritizes the Mage's Guild as more of a familial bond.

-Character Fighting Style: Spell-slinger (Sorcerer/Wizard)
-Primary Armament: Robes
-Secondary Armament: None
-Inventory Items: Spell components, normal traveling items, food.
-Coin Purse: 250

[Skull]

Mavos Lunari

Character Full Name: Mavos Lunari
Gender: Male
Race: Moon Elf
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 179 lbs
Main Class: Mage
Subclass: Illusionist

Appearance:
Mavos teeters along the average height of a typical Teu-tel-quessir male. His slicked back hair is at neck length, yellow like daffodils, contrasting with the glacial hue of his skin. The emerald in his eyes are dashed with flecks of gold, shaped like almonds, symmetrical to his low bridged, pointy-tipped nose, and even pointer ears. His cheekbones and jawline are carved taut and clean shaven.

He dons a red cuirass with gold trim over a doublet, whose colors match his puffy lavender breeches and purple-dyed, leather knee high boots. The doublet’s sleeves are checkered in squares colored in the likeness of his hair and skin tone, its loosely frilled collar, matching the ivory paint of his masks. No doubt a fashion most suited for a noble, and it is often concealed by his velveteen cloak that has an iridescent shimmer.

Short Biography:
They say he came from Evereska, a fabled valley in the Western Heartlands; a haven for moon and sun elves. The Lunari reputation is revered among its arcane community, and as second eldest of four prodigal wizards, Mavos was destined for high status at the Academy of Magic. Yet Evereska’s safety net from the outside world was an unappealing luxury to him. Like most Teu-tel-quessir worth their salt, Mavos longed for adventure, preferring the dangers of the open road than to rot in isolation.

The dread of inertia became unbearable, and Mavos lashed out when attempts were made to rein in his wanderlust. After terrorizing Evereska with illusionary magic for years, the moon elf was forcibly exiled, freed to roam the countryside to his heart’s content. At least that's what the rumors say. This tale has many versions, each ranging from more benign origins, to horrific travesties, but all point to the same conclusion: Mavos Lunari desired adventure, thus received in spades.

Personality Description:
To define the motivations for his whimsical nature is no different than diving into a pile of blades for gold. And if your efforts lead you to said treasure, you’ll quickly discover that you’ve pined for an illusion. Do what most do and avoid the headache. Should you require his arcane services, keep him at arm’s length — unless you fancy counterfeit thrills for fatal misgivings.

Treat every word as if coated in poison, no matter how buttery and delightful they sound. Disassociate any who paint him for a loyal companion, because deeper intent always lies in wait. And should you survive his insufferable methods, thank Kelemvor for not tallying your soul for having ever made his acquaintance.

Why have you come to Draydon?
Mucking about Faerun’s paths, trails, and roads are delights unchanged, and Draydon has become a favorable rest stop between destinations. While he frequents all districts, he favors the Harbor rabble most; unwinding song and tales from his travels for entertainment.

Character Fighting Style:
Mid-to-long range support with crossbow and illusionary magics. Distracted foes from his sensory spells make for easy targets, and is also a useful escape tool when the situation goes awry. A stiletto blade is ready for close encounters, but maintaining distance from his enemies is the most preferred tactic.

Primary Armament: Hand Crossbow
Secondary Armament: Stiletto Blade

Inventory Items:
☾Vasigra - Not a masterful bard, but an avid player nonetheless. This lute is a simple accompaniment, named after an old flame of import. So they say.

☾ Enchanted Porcelain Masks - These items are meant for more than just theatrics. Each mask helps amplify Mavos’ illusionary spell craft. Happy, to influence desires. Sad, to conjure vulnerabilities. Anger, to shroud focus. You’d do well not to blink often. With his sleight of hand, a change of masks can appear as one living expression, or is he using magic to trick your eyes into thinking it so? For a short time, he can also assume the position of another person, though he isn’t the best at method acting I’m afraid.

☾ Bag-o-Bolts - The fountain which springs ammo to his crossbow. Some are coated in various properties that are poisonous, hallucinogenic, and even... aphrodisiac.

☾ Fredric the Firefly - An abiding pet kept jarred within an oval lantern. The insect is a useful guide in the dark, who illuminates when threats are in the area. Frederic also talks. Whether that’s of his own accord, or through a spell made to perceive as much, is undetermined.

☾ Cloak of Clay - This dark velvet cloak has an iridescent shimmer. While it doesn’t grant invisibility, it can maintain a temporary charge from his illusionary magics, allowing him to blend into his surroundings for a short time.

☾ Blank Sheets of Paper - An illusionist should always have these at the ready, especially when official documents are not on their person.

Coin Purse: 400 Gold (Technically 10 pieces of gold with 390 enchanted pieces of small flat rock)

[Kalmar]

Gorim

Name: Gorim
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male

Height: 4'9"
Weight: 200lbs

Main Class: Rogue.
Subclass: Assassin.

Appearance:


Biography:
While dwarves are normally seen as a deeply principled people, no race is without its scoundrels and criminals. Gorim was born a street rat, who as a boy wound up in the service of a dwarven crime lord. He began his criminal career as a pickpocket, but as he grew older he moved on to burglaries, and eventually assassination. The latter he was especially well-suited for, and took a secret joy in.

He became the crime lord's most trusted and efficient agent, and as a reward for his service, a pair of enchanted boots were bestowed upon him: they would allow him to jump to unnatural heights and land safely on his feet. With this gift, his efficiency as a killer only increased, and it was whispered that no target was beyond his reach. Gorim revelled in this reputation, yet despite his infamy, the thought of betraying his boss never crossed his mind. He was happy with his place.

Unfortunately, it was not to last. Gorim's boss was eventually poisoned, and his lieutenants began squabbling amongst each other to replace him. Gorim could have made his own claim, but he had no interest in running a criminal enterprise. Instead he chose one candidate, and personally assassinated all rivals. Yet the candidate he chose was paranoid, and tried to have Gorim killed soon after. The attempt failed, so Gorim killed him in return. The poorer districts of his city soon fell into chaos, becoming a free-for-all between the now leaderless criminals.

It was at this point that Gorim decided it was time to leave the city behind... but not without performing one last act to leave his mark on the city's history. He assassinated the city's ruling lord, sparking a succession crisis, as that lord was the last of his clan. Only then did his home city behind, seeking a new life on the surface.

Life on the surface brought complications, however. Although Gorim had not wished to change his ways, he found that he had to. In a world of humans, dwarves stood out, and so if a dwarf was seen fleeing the scene of the crime, he was a natural suspect. Furthermore, he lacked the protection or connections necessary to reliably find assassination contracts. So, he had to be more careful.

Why have you come to Draydon?:
After a long period of travel, Gorim eventually settled in the city of Draydon, where he took to legal work; acting as a mercenary or a private investigator. He considered such work beneath him, however, and couldn't help but occasional revert to his old lifestyle. From time to time he would burglarize a merchant's estate, or murder a particularly sleazy nobleman. He did his utmost to be subtle, as he could not afford to be seen.

Personality Description:
Gorim is a man who thoroughly enjoys his work. He takes deep satisfaction from outwitting others. Sneaking past guards, robbing greedy merchants, besting a foe in combat, or killing a supposedly untouchable target. All these things and more bring him an almost giddy sort of joy. Internally, he is in a constant struggle between a need to be cautious and to avoid attracting the law's attention, and a desire to show off his talents and strike fear into the hearts of the city's citizens.

In his everyday life he presents himself as a jovial and generous. He is eager to help those he considers friends, and from time to time he will give a coin to a beggar or buy drinks for strangers at the tavern. He is a friend to the lower classes or to fellow outsiders of the city, and harbours a resentment toward those in positions of authority - especially those who abuse their power. Those of more refined background may view him as ill-mannered and uneducated.

Character Fighting Style:
Unlike most dwarves, Gorim relies on agility and dexterity rather than brute strength. Although he generally prefers to remain hidden and strike from the shadows, when he does show himself on the battlefield he is a whirlwind. His stout dwarven stature grants him a lower center of gravity which allows him to nimbly dodge attacks, and his enchanted boots enable him to leap over the heads of his foes with acrobatic proficiency. He is a climber as well, and will often take to rooftops in order to get the drop on his foes.

Primary Armanent: A mithril shortsword.
Secondary Armanent: A steel shortsword.

Inventory Items:
-An enchanted pair of boots which enable Gorim to jump higher; enough to just barely pass over the head of an average height human.
-A concealable blackjack which he uses exclusively for knocking out unsuspecting targets from behind.
-A pair of smoke bombs.
-A rope with a grappling hook.
-A set of lockpicks.
-A waterskin.

Coin Purse: 200 gold.