Character Description & Backgrounds

Shargon is barely literate. She is a towering 6'4" with broad shoulders and appears rather muscular. She weights in at a good 210#. She has long silver white hair. There is no question she is female. Tends to be in traveling clothing with full backpack. She sports a greataxe to answer any questions.
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Background: Shargon doesn't remember her family. She was young and an outcast. She learned to live in the wilds and had few friends. She can make a fairly comfortable living off nature and what is available around her. She have been grow up in the wilds far from the civilizations and also the comforts of the town and technology. Here she has witnessed the migration of herds which are larger than the forests and survived weather more extremely than the any city-dweller could be comprehend and also enjoyed the solitude of being of the specific thinking creature in any direction for many miles. The wilds which are in her blood. Even in the places where ever she has been, she don’t even know the specific features of the terrain. Only the ways of the wild. She has an unbridled, unquenchable, and unthinking fury inside her. She sees civilized people as weak. Combat brings her life. She thirsts for it. Life is dangerous, but she is ready.

Just recently she was insulted and led to an inn burning down. She could join the Flaming Fist or spend rest of her life in Prison

I was abandoned as a baby. Left with my twin brother at the steps of a church in Twin Songs, in the outer city of Baldur's gate. Father Haskell, a devout cleric of Lathander, took us in. He was a kind man. Never judged us for the color of our skin, the little horns popping out of our head, or the circumstances of our birth. He taught us to read, and to write, how to walk and act like civilized little devils. He taught my brother and I how to care for each other, and how to ignore the looks and stares of passerbys who hadn't yet learned that it was impolite to stare.

It was a shame, what happened to him. We found him in a pool of blood. The church was in shambles, and reeked of brimstone. I knew that we would be blamed, and I'm not sure if they would have been wrong to do so. We gathered our things that night, my brother listening to me for once that it was unwise to stick around, and I looked for a new home for us. It took a few days, but eventually,we found a new home. The church of the Crying God in the lower city takes in everyone, it seems.

It was less than a year before my brother decided to cast his fate with others. It was hard to watch him go, but he assured me that he wouldn't stray far. I made sure of it. During my studies, I was often in the rougher parts of town. The faithful of Ilmater have certain protections, it turns out, as the downcast and impoverished rely on our aid to make it through rough winters, and to heal the worst of their sick. I always kept an eye on him, but kept my distance...

I always be there if things went wrong.

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Sargera is a Tiefling Protection Cleric of Ilmater, the One Who Endures. Hopefully, she will be sufficiently tanky for the group.

I was abandoned as a baby. Left with my twin sister at the steps of a church in Twin Songs, in the outer city of Baldur's gate. Father Haskell, a devout cleric of Lathander, took us in. He was...the best...I never knew my father, but Father Haskell made me feel I didn't need to. He never once made me feel I didn't fit in, he taught us how to be civilised, how to act as functioning members of society...he showed us how to be kind, how to love one another, how to rise above people's stares and remarks on the street.

The one day everything changed. We came back to the church and found him in a pool of blood. The church was ransacked and the smell of sulfur hanging heavy in the air. I didn't know what to do, all I know is that I wanted revenge, but my sister preached caution. We gathered our things that night, my sister convinced me that it would be unwise to stay. She ended up taking me to The church of the Crying God in the lower city.

She wanted us to continue on as if nothing had happened, devote ourselves to this new god. I couldn't. Why should we punish ourselves for something that someone else did. I had to leave. I started to do some...less than savoury things...became a decent burglar. Sometimes I think that Father Haskell would hate what I have become, but why should I adhere to society's laws when society turned their backs on us and stood by as the most decent man I ever met got slaughtered.

I made sure not to go too far though, stayed in the lower city. I couldn't leave my sister alone, she might not have known it but I always kept an eye on her.

I'd always be there if things went wrong.