Character Profile – Psycho

Name – Urag

Race – half elf-ork

Age – 28

As a child I burned down my family home by mistake, I always blamed it on the demon I had living inside my head, though at the time I didn’t really believe it. That was until I was dropped off at the asylum for mentally ill children, I had to go as my father had grown tired of the fire starting and wanted me to go somewhere else and set them (which I did) and he also didn’t want me to be known as part of the family, so he made the doctor’s call me “Urag” and so I decided to stick with it.

I set many fires while I was there, I still blamed I on the demon in my head, no one believed me of course but I kept insisting it was the demon. I was 11 when I was dropped off there and by my 15th birthday I started being able to understand who this demon was. He never told me his name but he did explain that he was the better half of me and wanted to take over. I explained that I wasn’t going to do this willingly and decided I would make him a compromise, that I get to go about my business and sometimes when I go a little angry or felt an impulse to kill them I would let him out and decide what the best course of action he thought be to deal with the situation. He agreed, and so every time I felt angry or murderous he came out to deal with the situation. Every solution he came up with was to murder or burn and torture “the annoyances” but we got along fine.

Though the doctors weren’t too pleased with the amount of bodies they had to clean up so they eventually tried to “take care” of me. Four of them took me outside, rope round my neck so I couldn’t run. They carried knives ready to gut me when we were far enough away for anyone to hear my screams, however what they didn’t know was that I had planned for this and had hidden a sharpened rock in my shoe. We stopped in a clearing and when they checked to make sure they hadn’t been followed, I bent down got out the rock and went for the biggest one’s neck, I then took his knife and proceeded “take care” of the others. I then took this opportunity to find out new methods of which people feel pain and find out the innards of the different species that were the doctors. After this I made my way into the wilderness, in which I spent the next 8 years.

One during my fifth year in the wilderness I found a farm-house with a donkey called “Ulises” and I really wanted it but the farmer said “no”. So I decided to let him talk to my other half and he complied, of course he did have to lose a leg, but I mean I was hungry. Ulises and I got along great, he was a lot different from the other donkey’s I had encountered because he could talk. He is so sarcastic and always a good laugh.

Three years later me and Ulises were wandering through a wood when we came across a man, a clerk, walking with two men wearing the same outfits as the doctors that tried to kill me all those years ago. So, me thinking that he too was going to be killed by them I jumped out a stabbed them. The clerk turned around and I said, “no need to thank me” that was when he told me he wasn’t in any danger and these men were his consorts from the asylum and were heading back to his place of practise.  I apologised immediately and asked if he could help me, as I had been meaning to “change” my ways as a homicidal spit personality mental patient and want to find out more about the gods.

That was when he told me about them and I found out about his god which sounded like a great guy to worship, though he then mentioned a god of death and destruction, which lit up my other half’s mind like a match being struck. And so I have been hanging around with him from now on as the muscle, and have been trying to find out more about the two gods I want to worship.

Character Profile – Justice

NAME: JUSTICE

AGE: 21

GENDER : FEMALE

FAMILY: GRANNY SIBEL

ALIASES: HAZEL

 

As a baby Justice was dumped on some elderly Druids forest by her mother

who had better things to do than raise a baby (she was neutral evil and had

her own plans which didn’t involve a kid), so the Druid took pity on her and

raised her as her own. So her childhood was ok even though people were

wary of her because she’s a tiefling…. Until a group of bandits entered the

forest to demand salves or smth and granny Druid turned them away so they

came back at night to steal it then freaked when they saw a tiefling in the

house. So granny Druid gets beaten to death and Justice barely escaped with

her life, but not before losing a horn and sustaining some nasty injuries. So

she goes into hiding for a while because the incident caused her to develop a

mistrust for people and she also blamed herself for granny druid’s death,

but she’s still determined not to let this incident define her and she sticks to

what granny Druid taught her (ie be nice to people, help anyone in need) and

she sort of becomes a bit of a vigilante. She also developed a bit of a vengeful

streak so she’s coming for those bandits and Gods help them when she finds

them. Eventually she meets Eris, an elven bard and they strike up a

friendship & become roommates in Eris’ uncles house and thus began the

rumours in the local village that the old cabin was haunted.

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Character Profile – Spector

Name – Jamroar Moonshadow

Age – 19(103)

Race – Elf

Jamroar was abandoned by his parents at a young age. By the age of 12 he fell in with a group called the Tunnel Rats. In his time with the rats he pickpockets, scammed and thieved his way round the citadel making quite a name for himself. This granted him access to the ranks of the Spector’s, a shadowy organisation composed of those, scholars, warriors and even thieves. He spent a few years working directly for the Spectors. This is when he met Luma, he couldn’t believe something so pure could be involved with the Spectors or what she would gain from this life. They became close, really close. The spent about a year adventuring together, the thought they could spend there lives like this, but Arterra is a cruel place and it was not long before she was taken from him.

He spent a long time wandering, not caring for himself. The pain like a festering wound dragging his soul to a dark place. It was in this time he began to pray. He never seen the point before he hadn’t even thought of a life beyond this, never mind gods and deities, they had never given him reason to believe, but his loss granted him this new-found connection to the divine something that felt just out of reach. He began to follow the teachings of Heironeous. He regained much of his warmth but still has this darkness in his soul he hides this well from people with jokes and pranks but he still has a long way to go. His term of depression cause him to take jobs with more and more risk until one day his luck ran out.

It was a heist, nothing special just steal some documents from a persidium lord, a magister. Everything was going well. He had entered without being discovered. He entered the study and searches the desk. The magister was waiting for him. He offered him a choice work for him or spend his life in prison. Jamroar accepted this deal. And this leads us to the present as Jamroar walks towards a cabin in the woods looking for an old acquaintance of his patron