Characters

Current as of: 2/24/13

Session Breakdown of EXP and HP

Player Characters
REP: +0

EXP

4,811 / 7,500
Hyacinth Meadow
Hyacinth was raised the bastard daughter of a nobleman by his mistress, a woman who did very little to teach Hyacinth about propriety. Tall and compellingly androgynous, she often travels as a man. Her height, her fiery red hair and unique appearance make her both compelling and easy to spot. Her behavior is often awkward. She is talented with a bow, a very competent hunter, and an herbalist. Hyacinth is fascinated by stories of ancient relics, ruins and temples. Archaeology is almost all she talks about. Most of Hyacinth’s life has been spent in a small town. Her mother owned a mill and Hyacinth lived at the Mill house with her mother, looking up at Castle Thorne looming overhead. She has learned the art of stealth from sneaking into her father’s castle to spy on her unwitting half-siblings and usually steal small trinkets as trophies. Hyacinth spent most of her childhood with her grandfather, Milos, the Castle Thorne gamekeeper, in the forest hunting. Her only love has been Oliver Reed, whom she had to leave when fleeing Cisenoch. Ousted from her homeland by her father’s powerful wife, Lady Thorne, Hyacinth has made her way to the outer reaches of the land.

REP: +0

EXP

5,189/ 7,500
Cillean Merrick

My name is Cillean Merrick. I find peace in solitude, though it is out of reach. It is not a time to be proud of my blood and my people. The Inquisition makes my people out to be savages, and among us they hunt and kill anyone suspected of illegal magicks. I find myself traveling to make myself less noticeable.

I was born in Cael but my family moved to the Barony of Fallowdown in the Kingdom of the Lake when I was a child of eight. My father died from wolves when I was eleven and my mother died in a Brutes raid when I was sixteen.

My scimitar and shield were passed on to me from my mother. My armor is made of wolf hides, tanned and hardened. During my days of reflection I carve. I carve on the horns of elk or deer, and sometimes on bones or teeth of wolves. I sell these trinkets at festivals I attend. The pendent and cloak clasp I wear are elk horn carved with celtic knots.

Before I tell you more of me you’ll have to walk along my path a few days and earn my trust.


REP: +0

EXP

5,321 / 7,500
Tavis Hollyfield

Tavis Hollyfield was born the fifth of sixth children. His mother, Isolda Greunwald was a wealthy silk merchant’s daughter from Rotbaum who married Bertram Hollyfield, a lower nobless barrister from Lakeland. Tavis was always bored as a child, uninterested in studying unless the end result was spectacular.

Though he behaved often as a slacker, his talent was considerable, his enthusiasm even more so. His pranks, experiments and recklessness annoyed his parents more than his considerable talent delighted them, and Tavis has found himself shipped off to a magic academy in Finsdale.

Although his carefree attitude makes him popular with other students who can count on Tavis for some good entertainment, his antics have not been so popular with the professors.




REP: +0

EXP

4,736 / 7,500
Nicola Day
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REP: +0

EXP

7,239 / 7,500
Fletcher Bridges
Although born of pure noblesse blood, Robin Cravenheart abandoned his lineage for a life of adventure at a very young age. His mother had always inspired the spark of learning in Robin, and she’d educated him as only the wife of a librarian could. Unfortunately, she died in childbirth, losing his baby brother at the same time when Robin was 9 years old. His father (a famous scholar and librarian) expected Robin to follow his path, and soon after the death of his wife, moved to Brockhurst, accepting a position at the famous Great Library. When Robin voiced his intention to stay behind in Fallowdown, his father beat him, vowing to drag the boy bodily if necessary. Although only 10 years old, Robin had no intentions of being a shut-in scholar like his father, he desired the life of a roving entertainer. He stole away one dark night, leaving the family estate, and taking with him a keepsake – his mother’s ring. It was then that his father disinherited him.
Left alone to fend for himself, Robin chose to live life as a Bastardy, wandering the land, hiding who he truly was. He hated his father, and did not wish any to know of his Cravenheart ancestry, and the shame he’d left behind. Fletcher Bridges came into existence. In his early teens Fletcher wandered the roads and townships along the south road. He fell in with a rough crowd, committing banditry, bullying travelers, conning them out of their hard-earned pay, cheating and swindling them in as many ways as he and his cronies could come up with. Many times he and his companions had found themselves captive, either in the gaol (or worse) in a basement, the back of a wagon, or other place belonging to some victim he’d duped, awaiting punishment. Thankfully Fletcher discovered he had a knack for escape many a dicey situation. Alas, many of his cohorts in crime did not.
Eventually Fletcher wised up, and realized the harm he was doing. He had fallen into a bad place, with a bad crowd. It was time he straightened himself out. To that end, he returned to his home at Fallowdown, only to discover the Baron there had bestowed his ancestral home and lands to another lord, believing that the Cravenheart line had died out.
These days, Fletcher makes his living entertaining at one of the local taverns, telling ribald jests and making funny quips and jokes. When things get desperate, he is forced to return to his gambling or conning ways, but he remains very careful when he chooses his marks. For the most part, he has simply been too broke to leave Fallowdown and seek any kind of fortune. This doesn’t really bother him, for he lives a relatively comfortable, if not simple life.

Non-Player Characters
Description: Non-Player Characters Important to the campaign.
Description: Those who can be counted on in a pinch. Usually, with no strings attached.
Description: Those who will give just a little more, for a price. These folks have an investment.
Description: The villains of our story.
Description: Those who are important yet have only had casual contact.
Description: These are notable characters out of the scope of contact with the adventurers.
Description: Those characters who have passed on.

Characters

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