Character Creation

Yeah im just going to e blast everything for now

I thought about making a bard to get some healing, but at the time, we were a little heavy on casters/ support. Plus, I got a rogue in my head and decided to go with it, lol.

Physical Description: 34" tall, 40 lb or so, with a medium build (for a gnome). Short, lightly-ruffled hair the color of worn leather that if you look closely, you can tell is meticulously groomed to look unkempt. His hazel eyes twinkle when he's up to no good, and a twitching smirk occasionally will give away a bluff or a con at work.

Gerbo was raised in a loving family as an only child by two parents who tried to raise him right. This attempt was half-hearted, though and the crafty little guy quickly learned to push people's buttons. Honing this skill like a keen blade helped him wheedle what he wanted from his parents and part drunkards from their money. The more he grew up and the more he frequented seedy bars, the more he saw others take advantage of small folk. What he previously saw as fun, he saw others doing out of malice or greed. While he never really stopped swindling people, he focused his efforts on those that kicked people when they were down.

He quickly learned that some people (especially the big ones) did not like being conned, and would resort to violence. After waking up once or twice beaten and bloody in a gutter, he decided to learn to use a weapon, settling on a rapier. A gentleman's weapon, a rapier could pass as decorative at high-brow events, but was enough to send most thugs packing if he got caught in a tight spot.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Standing at ~5' 10", Orel wears his armor and a slight smile on his face at nearly all times. His slightly-tanned skin, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes all give him a somewhat homogeneous look. His strong physique and impeccably shaved face make him look youthful, in stark contrast to his stark smile lines and bags under his eyes: all in all, you'd estimate he looks 35 or so.

BACKSTORY
I was actually born in Neverwinter, but my mother and father abandoned me when I was very young, leaving me on the doorstep of Hadriana & Avitus Dotsk in a small town several miles away. Growing up, my adoptive siblings (Nadine, who was older, and Aina & Meritamen, who were younger) were my only company, as the other children seemed to think I was "too serious."

I remember my first encounter with the Emerald Enclave: I was about fifteen or so when one day when the town was attacked by bandits, a woman seemed to appear from nowhere and drive them back with nothing but her bow. I didn't know what that dark green pin meant at the time, but now I do.

Once I was older, I moved out and went to a small war college nearby where I learned to fight. After that, I left for a stint in the woods and learned to survive. And after all of that, I joined the Emerald Enclave. And ever since, I've spent my life helping people, whether that's by a healer's kit or by a shield and sword.

You don't like Belanor?? lol

Alright did a bit of an update on the sheet for "Story whatevers" you wish to do with those.



Belanor Oloceran,
Established, Endorsed, and Purveyor of brewers, distillers, and vintners. Belanor has traveled over half of the Faerûn for business trips.
Belanor's sibling got him in touch with someone at the guild. Not wishing to stay in Arabel much longer he accepted the meeting. After a few interviews the guild accepted him. Not showing great finesse in creating the items needed they transferred Belanor into the sells division which took him out of Arabel.

Being an elf he has time to spare so long as he makes his quota to continue to pay his guild dues. Belanor was taught the ways of a few weapons at a young age from his parents and siblings. But he never truly understood his ability to produce magical effects. When asked his family would not divulge any detail. He found a small scrap of a page telling a story of his 4 times great grand parents making deals with dragon kin dealing in some exchange in magical abilities or something.

Over time Belnaor has come to grips with his pseudo-grafted magical abilities and has begin to practice with them unsure of how useful they can/will be.
Belanor finally saved up enough money to trade in his pathetic weapon the Guild gave him as protection for a real weapon, a sword. Now with sword on hip Belanor feels more confident during his travels for now he has his magic and his weapon to help keep bandits at bay.

Physical Description:
Grim is a 6' tall human male, with short jet black hair and has lightly tan skined. He has an average build, not skinny but not buff either. Normally, he wear leather armor or none at all.

Background:
Will fill this out later lol

level 2 HP roll d8

Karma Barksmoker (Hill Dwarf Cleric Nature Domain)

Karma is what the other Dwarves call a 'hippy', he likes hanging out in the woods that cover the hills, chatting to animals, experimenting with organic materials in pipes and in brewing fine ales. He lives his life by the beat of his own drum and philosophy.
His clan tolerant him is probably a nice way to put it and all truly just wish he would bath more regularly, if it wasn't for the beers he brews they would of banned him years ago.

Maybe Karma is related to Gundren Rockseeker, because as we all know all Dwarfs are related, and his clan finally had enough of him hanging around and aimlessly bludging off the clan. Hence they have sent him to be with Gundren to learn how to start a business or do anything that doesn’t include the clan.

Or as His Mum put it, "Your eighty years old Karma you need to see the world, and maybe do your own washing for once."

Or what his Dad said which can not be written he for the sake of the website’s licence, but was along the lines of get out your a Rockseeker problem now.

HP roll

Spells:
+1 1st lvl (4 slots)
+2 2nd lvl (2 slots)

New spells:
Cantrips:
Resistance
Lvl 2:
Barkskin
Lesser Restoration
Prayer of Healing
Spike Growth