Shu’s Character Catalogue (Old/Defunct)

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SCARLET SHADOW

SCARLET SHADOW

CODENAME

SCARLET SHADOW

AGE TWENTY-SEVEN, FEMALE, VILLAIN.

AKA

KARA CHENG

FIVE FOOT-SEVEN, DARK HAIR, HAZEL EYES, STRONG ASIAN FEATURES.

PROFILE

MASTER THIEF.

Born to a wealthy Chinese father and an American mother Kara was raised in a life of privilege and prestige in Hong Kong. At Age seven Kara's parents were killed by Triad due to her father having past dealings with them. Kara was taken in by her uncle a renowned martial artist in Beijing who raised her as his own.

At eighteen Kara went after the Red Lotus Triad, the organization responsible for her parents' death. Despite her uncle's warnings of seeking revenge Kara used her martial arts training to kill the Triad boss Sin Yun and his men. In retaliation the Red Lotus attacked her uncle in his home and kidnapped him, warning Kara to meet with them or her uncle would die. Kara did as ordered only for her uncle to killed in front of her before the Red Lotus immediately attacked. Blind with rage and grief Kara butchered the Red Lotus boss Tan Jiang and his men in a whirlwind before setting their estate aflame.

After burying her uncle Kara fled China and came to the United States using forged documents and money left by her family. Around the age of twenty Kara turned to a life of crime, using her powers and natural cunning to make a living as a master thief, calling herself as "Scarlet Shadow". Many of the most daring heists in recent history have been her work.

Her ultimate goal is simple really; go down as the greatest thief in history, which she sees as a sort of art in itself, and to amass a generous fortune to eventually retire on.

Scarlet Shadow is a stoic and grim type in and out of costume. While not cruel or overtly deviant she is a thief and isn't hesitant to brutalize or kill. Though she prefers to avoid violence and instead employ stealth and intrigue. She also has a whimsical and mocking side which can surface at any given time.

SUPER POWER

SUPER SPEED.

Scarlet Shadow's power is super speed bursts and lighting reflexes. She can sprint notable distances in flash-like bursts. This speed can translate into quick hops and leaps as well however it is notable that in air she slows down as her power is derived from personal feat and not time and space manipulation. Her base reflexes and flexibility are lighting-fast which gives her a big advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Her training in judo and kendo paired with her speed make her dangerous foe.

However her stamina - while impressive - does not stand in equality with her super speed itself. Scarlet Shadow has to interval her bursts in movement or else risk total exhaustion. Lengthy fights with heavy exertion are her bane and will force her to use her conventional ability. This holds true for running and jumping, overlong use of her powers will debilitate her in time and leave her helpless to any foes present if she is not careful.

She must also be mindful in wet or rainy environments as she has more than once went flying uncontrollably in her early days when zooming over wet surfaces.

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ALICIA MONTEUSE

ALICIA MONTEUSE

”Welcome dear Alice, what is your given name?”
Actually it’s Alicia but close. And no, I do not go by ‘Alice’ for short.

”Forgive my impoliteness but pray tell, what is your age”?
Rather strangely specific but I am twenty-five. As of last Saturday.

”Well, quite a charming appearance you have!”


And the weirdness continues. But yes it is. 💅🏼

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”How did you arrive to our Wonderland?”
So I was in the garden behind the estate when I noticed a rather bizarre looking hole behind the hedges that I had never seen before. I was walking closer to inspect it and afterwards would probably have gone to tell the gardener to fill it. It felt like something tripped me and I went hurtling forward and down I went into a deep pit. And now here I am.

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”What is it like? In your world? Tell me about your past.”
Um… okay. I’ll tell you what I can. But I’m not a humanist, geographer, or sociologist. There’s countries… and the oceans… the sky. Cities as far as you can see, billions of people, towering buildings and grand architecture. It’s rather… grand, I guess. Monumental. Beyond one’s simple imagination.

As for me personally now that I can tell you all about. And I will. My father Richard Monteuse is a Wall Street investor and a stock market player. He owns several factories out west as well and a cruise line. But we’re talking about me of course…

My past? Nothing remarkable really. My father sent me to college preparatory school when I was fourteen and before that I was just a kid. Prep school wasn’t so bad aside from not really finding much of a place. At eighteen after graduating I decided that college was not for me and - despite my fathers’ original protest - I made it clear what I wanted to do.

Nowadays I’m studying into fashion and hope to create my own clothing line and start a chain of boutiques one day. My hobbies are fashion designing, painting, singing, and networking. I was doing self portraits as young as twelve and took classes in singing with a high rate tutor when I was seventeen. I also enjoy yoga, reading poetry, and writing short pieces regarding humane rights violations and the tragic cancer that is poverty in third world countries.

I’m currently single after my unappreciative boyfriend and I broke up not too long back. Actually just to clarify; I broke up with him. He was a leech and didn’t take any notice of the effort I put into our relationship or into helping him succeed. Nothing seemed to be enough for him. See, this is why you don’t date lower middle class-… anyway…

That’s really it. I’m a humble young woman looking to break away and take life by the reigns. An inspiring artist and entrepreneur working for my meal ticket like everyone else. I may have been raised in a luxury but I’m an adult now making my own decisions.

I’ve never really had many friends now that I think about it. But that’s a symptom of the jealous masses and their toxic envy, even among the more elite. In truth all I’ve ever really needed was myself and my pursuits.

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”Anything else you care to share, dear Alice?”
It’s Alicia. And not really. Other than the fact that I might actually hang around here for a while. At first all I wanted to do was leave but now I wouldn’t mind exploring a bit as this is certainly a… quirky little domain. I might could draw some inspiration from here actually.

MADNESS

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MARGOT DESDEMONA

MARGOT DESDEMONA

Also know as the ‘Black Tanoness’, the ‘Blind Tanoness’, the ‘Sightless Sorcerous’, and the ‘Unseeing Mistress’.

To the orcs she is Glûm-Meruh, the ‘Gloom Woman’.

THE LEGEND

The Legend of the Black Tanoness is well known among both men and elves. The story first dates back several decades ago when Tanon Erik Desdemona died of an unusual illness after mere days of sickly struggle. His wife - Margot - assumed the throne as Tanoness of Greywold immediately after.

Tanoness Margot was met with mixed reception among the folk of Greywold and the surrounding fief. The nobility in particular cared little for her as she gave them less ear and leeway than her husband and also raised taxation and ordered them to commit more soldiers to the frontier and countryside. This would eventually lead to a growing conspiracy against the Tanoness.

Just short of two years after taking the throne Margot would lose the support of most of the nobility after having three noblemen’s sons jailed for reasons that remain unclear. This paired with a recent heavy conscription of more troops to be sent west to fight the orcs as well as wild accusations of witchcraft and other depravities would also see the Tanoness lose most of her remaining support in the fief. Only her closest retainers and the people of Greywold itself remained loyal.

One evening on her return from visiting her cousin in neighboring Kenverhold the Tanoness was assaulted in the entry hall of the castle by a combination of armed conspirators and hired assassins. Tanoness Margot was unharmed but she lost several of her best vanguard as well as her castle steward in the attack. The attackers were all killed save for one man who was tortured for information, eventually giving up the remaining conspirators who were all arrested and publicly beheaded.

This did not put an end to the discontent however and several months later Margot was poisoned via a tainted chalice of wine. She survived but was rendered blind from the attempt on her life and her body was noticeably weakened from the poison. Margot’s elder cousin Chlodio and several of his allies managed to have her ousted, playing on both her waned health and the falsities they had sent to the king and other prominent nobility painting the Tanoness as an unstable tyrant. After taking the throne Chlodio had his cousin Margot exiled to the wilderness to fend for herself. It is here that man’s knowledge of the woman before comes to an end.

The Faegafn - or ‘wood elves’ to man - of the south tell tales of a black clad human in years past woman who came to them and met with their elders, sharing tea and walking the forests. The stories speak of her being blind ‘and yet never tripping over root nor stumbling into a tree or down a hill’. When asked of her name she would always call herself as ‘the Black Tanoness’. Some elves recognized the title of nobility and when questioned about why she wondered the woods alone and did not sit in the lap of human privilege she would never answer.

The elves speak of the woman using magic, her knowledge of the arcane matching that of even the elders. The stories say for short of a decade the woman visited seasonally and then after one winter she was never seen again. The elves presumed she had perished, returned to her kind, or simply moved on from the forest.

And then many years later the Black Tanoness would return. Her skin pale as the moon and her voice bearing the icy chill of something beyond humanity, she demanded the fealty of elves and that they give her all the knowledge and relics of their clans. They sent her away, venom on their lips. The next day the clans came under attack by a horde of orcs and goblins with the Black Tanoness in their midst, the orc chieftains bending their knee to her command. The Black Tanoness has since waged war on the elves, her hordes ravaging the forests and driving the Faegafn further to the south leaving rivers of blood and accosting the elves their ancestral forests.

And now - with the discovery of the Fell Crystal - the Black Tanoness has turned her hordes north and east to the lands of man. Her armies have swollen in size and strike fear into the hearts of the people. Orcs, goblins, barbarians, ogres, undead and many other horrors call her their mistress now and kill and conquer at her command.

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𝔸𝕝𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕪

ALTONAS THE GRAY

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RACE

HALF-DROW

AGE

SEVENTY

GENDER

MALE

HEIGHT

5’10” | 177.8 cm

CLASS

WARRIOR

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SHORT HISTORY

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Altonas the Gray is a man with a “colored” life. His hardship starting at birth one could say. He was born in 1425 DR, his mother a drow woman who had fled from Gallidurth for unknown reasons. During her flight two years earlier she had been captured by marauders and taken north to Memnon where she was sold into slavery.

She would be bought by a wealthy pasha of Memnon who kept her as a entertainer and concubine having her taught to play various musical instruments and to dance. The day the young drow learned she was pregnant the thought terrified her as her master already had various heirs to his fortune and title and she and her newborn would be perceived as threats. With the help of various house servants she had befriended she escaped one night and fled to the beggars guild where she would spend the next year after her son’s birth. Eventually she scraped together enough coin to buy passage aboard a ship heading for Waterdeep.

The final fate of Altonas’ mother would be left unknown to him for it was a priest of The Pantheon Temple of the Seldarine - an elven temple in Waterdeep - that found the infant half-drow bawling and hungry outside of their doors one morning. The priests took him in and he would spend his childhood among them. They educated him to great length and a paladin of the temple taught him swordplay.

At the age of twenty Altonas would leave the temple, the priests allowing him to find his own way while assuring him their doors were always open to him. He would spend the next six years (1445-1451 DR) traveling the Northern Sword Coast as a sellsword. While always under suspicion for being a half-drow his growing reputation as a fierce fighter and honoring his commitments earned him better reception as the years passed. He was particularly known in Waterdeep for his escort and bodyguard services and also frequented Thornhold as a rest stop after traveling and contracts.

In 1451 when Mount Hotenow erupted Altonas was in Neverwinter. He witnessed the destruction of much of the city and barely escaped with his life. Altonas headed further south after and would spend the next several years in Baldurs Gate continuing his work as a blade for hire and allowing himself the luxuries his coin brought. Around ten years later he left the city and headed east in search of adventure, finding his sword arm growing dull and himself growing bored with the life of a free lance mercenary.

He found himself in Berdusk amid his travels and befriended a member of the College of Doss, a bardic school. A brazen human man named Suhen Mamaig who gave to Altonas his title “the Gray”, due to his skin color paired with the fact that he had no ties or allegiance. “You have no family, no house loyalties, you bare no crest or banner, you are but a mercenary. A gray blade fighting for the most attractive liege” the bard had said. The two became close as they spent more time together, but things would go for the worse when Suhen was murdered the day Altonas prepared to leave the city. Altonas learned that Suhen and various other people in the recent weeks had been viciously killed and their bodies mutilated by a cult of Bane that had taken up residence in the city. Joining with a pair of Harpers who were investigating the cult Altonas and the two managed to find the cultists and wipe them out with the help of the city watch, the cult leader committing suicide rather than be taken prisoner. The Harpers attempted to recruit him but Altonas politely declined and left Berdusk to continue wandering.

Altonas eventually journeyed to Westgate on the Dragon Coast where he would run afoul of the vampire lord Rhodanthe of the Dusk after killing several of her best men in an alleyway exchange. This would lead to a long feud of three years between Altonas and the vampire after several attempts on his life caused him to vow not to leave Westgate until she was destroyed. Eventually things would come to a head when Altonas and a handful of sellswords he had hired attacked Rhodanthe aboard her ship The Harpies Call, killing her minions and setting the ship ablaze and watching as it sank into the depths of the sea.

After leaving Westgate alone Altonas continued to travel as the years passed by. Going as far south as the Deepwing Mountains and as far north as The Plain of Standing Stones. In all his journeys Altonas found little wealth or friends to be made. Few ruins he crossed that he dared enter by himself had little in regards to treasure or relics and while mercenary work on the side did keep his pockets full he certainly hadn’t made himself rich off it. He made the occasional companion on contracts or on the road but for the most part he would always be a loner with no real friends to call on or spend evenings with.

In 1485 DR Altonas would return to Waterdeep for the first time in decades at the age of sixty finding himself road weary. Using the money he had summed together he bought himself a small house to retire to though he imagined this would not be permanent. In his spare time he visited the elves of the temple where he had grown up and frequented libraries and scriptoriums, deciding to take to writing so he could capture his adventures on paper. Though never publishing anything he has written entire volumes of his adventures across Faerûn that he keeps, seeing them less as works of literature and more so as journals.

And now years later Altonas the Gray has found his blood stirring for adventure once again. At the age of seventy he is still in his prime for a half-breed drow and while not discontent with life at current he longs to travel the lands again seeking both his fortune and excitement. So he leaves - his home left to a caretaker, his armor and blades polished and his eyes filled with a fire. Eager to see the lands beyond the north he boards a ship bound for Calimport the capital of Calimshan. Raised on stories of this ancient realm by the elven priests he can only imagine the things waiting for him in the City of Glory. On his arrival he heard tell of a Calimshite noble - “pashas” as they are called - seeking adventurers to embark on a dangerous expedition into the desert. Seeing this as a golden opportunity, Altonas the Gray makes his way for the estate of this Jakeem Kalil.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION

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Altonas the Gray in his youth was a man of brash vigor, undaunted courage, and aspiration to be something greater than just a man. He bore his swords with a fierce smirk as his foe approached, his eyes twinkling with both bloodlust typical of a warrior and determination not to relent or fall.

As he aged his fire while tempered remained hot and undying. His imperious smirk replaced by a flat expression of unwavering determination and nothing more. The look of a man who has seen much violence and been coated in blood while unfazed to a point of cowardice by such. His desire for more while still present is now laced with a pessimistic cynicism, though a sort of hope remains. Encrusted as it is.

A man who follows his own code who heeds no gods or lords, a man who makes his own judgments about the world and those that he shares it with. Lawful and just if bleak and unfeeling at times. He does what must be done and relishes the results or mulls over the consequences later when the job is done.

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WEAPONS AND ARMOR

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STEEL PLATE ARMOR

Full plate & mail crafted of steel. Altonas acquired this in West Gate after raiding a warehouse belonging to Rhodanthe of the Dusk. Sturdy, comfortable, and effective it’s the finest armor he’s heavy worn.

DUAL STAR METAL SWORDS

While not enchanted these blades have served Altonas well since they were given two him the day he turned twenty. Sharp, flexible, and resilient these twin blades have spilled the blood of bandits, orcs, and even a dragon. Altonas would part with them for nothing.

ACCESSORIES AND MISCELLANEOUS

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• Journal (Volume Three)
• Amulet of Mental Fortitude
• Ring of Regeneration
• Coin Purse - one hundred gold pieces.
• Canteen
• Tunic - casual clothing.

SKILLS AND ABILITY

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Trained since a young age by a temple paladin Altonas is an adept swordsman. While trained in sword and shield combat he has a preference for dual wielding blades. His fighting style is based around counter attacking and wearing down his opponent. Maintaining a steely defense and deflecting and dodging enemy strikes and awaiting an opening.

When he sees an opening he launches a flurry of fast attacks. Even if no connection is made the speed and ferocity of his assault will tire out his opponent thus making them sloppy on both their own counter attack and their defense.

Fighting form aside, Altonas has a chiseled physique from years of training and combat as well as heightened stamina from miles of traveling on foot. His drow blood gives him a natural resistance to magic.

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𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖎𝖑𝖞𝖞𝖓

LARAFAN RILYYN

RACE
Drow

SEX
Female

CLASS
Sorceress LVL 10
Necromancer LVL 6

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GEAR
Robes/Standard Robes

ACCESSORIES
None

WEAPONS
Staff of Necromancy
Dagger

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SPELLS

(NOTE: This a loose categorization/listing of spells due to this character being more narrative driven than mechanics based.)

FOG CLOUD

LEVEL 1, CONJURATION

Creates a 20-foot-radius sphere of fog centered on a point within range. The sphere spreads around corners, and its area is heavily obscured. It lasts for the duration or until a wind of moderate or greater speed (at least 10 miles per hour) disperses it. At higher levels when cast the radius of the fog increases by 20 feet for each slot level above 1st.

ICE KNIFE

LEVEL 1, CONJURATION

Creates a shard of ice and flings it. On a hit, the target takes piercing damage. Hit or miss, the shard then explodes. The target and each creature within five feet of it must succeed in a dodge or take cold damage. At higher levels the cold damage increases.

MAGIC MISSILE

LEVEL 1, EVOCATION

Creates three glowing darts of magical force. Each dart hits a creature of choice that you can see within range. A dart deals force damage to its target. The darts all strike simultaneously, or can direct them to hit one creature or several. At higher levels more darts are released at cast.

WEB

LEVEL 2, CONJURATION

Conjures a mass of thick, sticky webbing at a point of your choice within range. The webs fill a 20-foot cube from that point for the duration. The webs are difficult terrain and lightly obscure their area. If the webs aren't anchored between two solid masses (such as walls or trees) or layered across a floor, wall, or ceiling, the conjured web collapses on itself.
A being restrained by the webs can use its action to make a strength check against the spell save DC. If it succeeds, it is no longer restrained. The webs are flammable. Any webs exposed to fire burns away.

CLOUD OF DAGGERS

LEVEL 2, CONJURATION

The caster fill the air with spinning daggers centered on a point they choose within range, leaving the target susceptible to slashing damage.

ANIMATE DEAD

LEVEL 3, NECROMANCY

This spell creates an undead servant. Choose a pile of bones or a corpse of a medium or small humanoid within range. The spell imbues the target with a foul mimicry of life, raising it as an undead creature. The target becomes a skeleton if bones are chose or a zombie if a corpse is chose.

The creature is under your control for twenty four hours, after which it stops obeying any command. To maintain control of the creature for another 24 hours, the caster must cast this spell on the creature again before the current twenty four hour period ends. This use of the spell reasserts your control over up to four creatures animated with this spell, rather than animating a new one.

At higher levels over two additional undead creatures for each slot level. Each of the creatures must come from a different corpse or pile of bones.

VAMPIRIC TOUCH

LEVEL 3, NECROMANCY

The touch of the casters shadow-wreathed hand can siphon life force from others to heal their wounds. On a hit the target necrotic damage and you regain hit points equal to half the amount of necrotic damage dealt.

FIREBALL

LEVEL 3, EVOCATION

A bright streak flashes from the casters pointing finger to a point chosenwithin range and then blossoms with a low roar into an explosion of flame. Each creature in a twenty foot radius sphere centered on that point is exposed. A target takes fire damage as a result. The fire spreads around corners. It ignites flammable objects in the area that aren't being worn or carried.

CREATE UNDEAD

LEVEL 6, CREATE UNDEAD

Can only be cast at night. Choose up to three corpses of Medium or small humanoids within range. Each corpse becomes a ghoul under the casters control.
When cast at higher levels the caster can animate or reassert control over five ghouls or two ghasts or wights. When cast this spell using a 9th-level spell slot, the caster can animate or reassert control over six ghouls, three ghasts or wights, or two mummies.

PRISMATIC SPRAY

LEVEL 7, EVOCATION

Eight multicolored rays of light flash from the casters hand. Each ray is a different color and has a different power and purpose. Red causes fire damage, orange is acidic, yellow is lightning damage, green is poisonous, blue is freezing damage, indigo is restraint, and violet causes blindness.

FINGER OF DEATH

LEVEL 7, NECROMANCY

Sends negative energy coursing through a creature that you can see within range, causing it searing pain. A humanoid killed by this spell rises as a zombie that is permanently under your command, following the caster’s verbal orders to the best of its ability.

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RACIAL PERKS

Darkvision: Drow have a natural ability to see in the dark.

Dexterity & Stealth: Drow are a natural stealthy & dexterous folk. Statistics TBA at a later time.

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• RACE : WOOD ELF

• GENDER : FEMALE

• HEIGHT : 5’8” (172.72 cm)

• AGE : 45 Y/O

• CLASS : RANGER (HUNTER)

• ALIGNMENT : LAWFUL GOOD

• ZODIAC SIGN : THE MOTH

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Backstory

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Shanala Goldush was born in 1450 DR in the city of Silverymoon, the “Gem of the North” and recognizable capital of The Silver Marches. Her father was a member of the renowned Knights in Silver - sworn defenders of Silverymoon - and her mother was a loremaster of the Halls of Inspiration, a temple to the deities Oghma and Milil. The families’ home sat upon the north side of the Rauvin River that ran through the majestic city, young Shanala often playing near the river against her parents wishes. Due to her parents constant absence Shanala had little to entertain her which would lead her to exploring the streets though she would avoid most people - including other children - due to her shyness, instead befriending stray dogs and alley cats.

When Shanala was fifteen her father began taking her into the nearby woods to learn to hunt, buying a hunting bow for her later that year. He also taught her to fish as well as scavenge for edible flora in the wilds. Shanala enjoyed using her bow, spending much of her free time practicing archery when not swimming or wandering the city. Shanala’s mother however began to worry for her daughter disapproving of her constant meandering about at such a young age. Lectures and scolding were met with defiance leading Shanala’s father to punish the girl the next time she dared disobey her mother, the punishment in the form of having her bow and arrows taken away for a month.

A year later Shanala’s father had become close friends with the owner of a tavern he frequented. On learning the knight’s daughter enjoyed to hunt the tavern owner offered to take the girl on hunting trips, saying he would pay her for any kills she made as the meat could be served at his tavern. An agreement was made and Shanala soon had begun to bolster her pockets with gold, proving herself a fine tracker and huntress as well as impressing the tavern owner and many of his patrons who she would come to meet. Among them were travelers and soldiers who served in the Argent Legion, some who would entertain her with tales of adventure and battle against monsters of the north.

Shanala’s mother had always hoped that her daughter would pursue a life of the cloth or that of an academic. Shanala had never taken to deep studies and - while she honored the gods properly - made it clear she had no intent of living life as a priestess. When Shanala told her parents at nineteen that she wished to serve in the Argent Legion they had separate reactions. Her mother while vexed seemed to see the uselessness in trying to dissuade Shanala. Her father at first was pleased believing that his daughter wished to follow in his footsteps as a Knight in Silver only to be chagrined that she instead wished to join the Army of the Vale, the armed force of Everlund. For an entire day there was deliberation, Shanala’s parents ultimately agreeing to her request to leave for Everlund with their blessings.

Shanala traveled downriver to Everlund with a few personal possessions as well as all the coin she had saved up over time. Despite initial hesitancy from officials due to her age and inexperience - as well as having not been a citizen - Shanala was allowed to join the ranks of the Army of the Vale, passing through training with little hardship. Her archery and survival skills particularly impressed her new superiors who appointed her as a lead scout for the army. Within three years Shanala had garnered a reputation as an unmatchable scout and drawn the attention of the High Captain himself who gave her command of her own unit to act as minor military support and patrol the areas around Everlund. Two years later she was promoted to Lieutenant and given command of her own company of archers, its ranks made up of forty seasoned veterans. While at first reserved due to her age Shanala’s men came to like and respect her and she them in return. Shanala would serve Everlund faithfully for the next decade, never waning in her duties and also showing conviction and devotion to her city and comrades. When spared the time she would often travel upriver to visit her parents, both of whom were proud of her accomplishments which in itself brought her the greatest of joy.

Shanala’s long good fortunes however would finally run their course when came the Darkening and The War of the Silver Marches. The orcs of Many-Arrows and their drow masters with the help of dragons and frost giants launched a fierce military campaign against the Silver Marches that would last into the next year. Shanala saw the worst side of the war, participating in the disastrous battles at Nesmé and Sundabar. Nesmé was sacked and it’s population taken as prisoners by the orcs, Shanala and half of her company barely escaping with their hides. At the battle of Sundabar Shanala and her replenished corp had acted as skirmishes and archer support for the main defense force though Shanala was severely wounded amidst the fall of the city and separated from her men, later she would learn they were massacred to the last on the ramparts.

The war would accost Shanala of more than just her comrades and pride. Both of her parents died in the siege of Silverymoon, her father leading a counterattack on an orc line only to be skewered on a pike and her mother was fatally wounded when the Halls of Inspiration were severely damaged during the siege, her injuries too grave to be saved from.

Shanala saw the last of war during the siege of Dark Arrow Keep when she joined with the forces of Bruenor who would conquer the great orc fortress despite heavy resistance. The war ended in the spring of 1485 with the defeat of the drow wizard Tsabrak Xorlarrin and the dispelling of the Darkening. In the end it was a pyrrhic victory for the Silver Marches. The war had been won it could be said but at great cost. Thousands had died in the conflict and three years after the Silver Marches would be disbanded with the withdrawal of the dwarves who blamed the desecration of Sundabar on Silverymoon for not providing enough aid in their defense.

Shanala would likewise be severely scarred by the war. The death of her parents and friends had devastated her beyond healing. She had intended to stay with the Army of the Vale nonetheless but then in 1488 DR when the Silver Marches were disbanded she resigned from her post and left Everlund, bothered by a sense of loss at what the war had wrought. She vowed to never return to Silverymoon as the pain would be too great. For the next seven years she wandered about the north but never stayed anywhere for long, the wounds of the war on both herself and the land never receding from her memory. Road weary and once more looking for rest Shanala has found herself in Deadsnows.

Personality

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To most Shanala might some coarse and detached at first, logical considering all that she lost to war. She is very brazen and has a dry sense of humor that typically emerges more as she gets more familiar with one. At heart Shanala still has a strong sense of dedication and honor as well as a desire to protect those whom might be helpless in the face of danger.

She prefers the life of a loner having no interest in romantic commitment or deep bonds of friendship, not having suffered the agony of losing everyone close to her. Still, she is not unkind or cruel and is willing to extend an olive branch of civility and coaction. At days end she has no qualms about titling back a mug and enjoying the music in an upbeat and cozy tavern or inn, but don’t ask her to sing or dance.

Deep down Shanala desires to belong, to have a sense of purpose once more. The past seven years of wandering have done little to remove the memories of the war from her mind though have proved a salve on her spirit. But she has no intention of living out her days as a directionless vagabond merely blowing in the wind. Her sense of duty and commitment call louder than ever.

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WEAPONS AND ARMOR: Shanala is armed with a steel short sword and her composite short bow. She has little in armor aside from a leather cuirass with matching bracers and greaves.

ACCESSORIES & EQUIPMENT: Aside from her weapons and pieces of armor Shanala has basic camping supplies she keeps in her backpack as well as a few miscellaneous items such as her mothers locket, an old map of the Silver Marches, and five potions of healing at current.

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Skills and Abilities

Favored Enemy: Fighting in the war and years of serving Everlund made Shanala proficient in tracking, orcs and goblins specifically.

Natural Explorer: A life of hunting and scouting in the forests has made Shanala an expert at exploration and survival in the woods.

Fighting Style, Archery: Shanala is an expert archer, nearly always hitting her target and capable of finding chinks in their defenses when possible.

Dexterous: Fleet of foot and agile, Shanala can both sneak her way through dangerous situations when needed and also lay in ambush for the unsuspecting foe. Her quickness also makes her a frustrating foe in melee as she can easily dodge most strikes she cannot block.

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