Characters creation thread

Ok, let's talk about Mee'haīl :)
Born about twenty winters ago, he belongs to the Tree Ghost Tribe of Uthgardt. Father V'ladi-Mihr is a hunter and mother Nha'ta is a shaman. Mee'haīl has some elven blood in him from his mother's side, but it's either dormant or too thin to manifest.
After Mee'haīl's coming of age ceremony his mother received a "message" from spirits that her son has to leave The High Forest and journey across the lands to find his purpose.
Young Mee'haīl accepted this quest and set out on the road to the west.

I kept it simple :)

As a side note - imagine thick russian-"holywood" accent you hear in movies and shows. That's how Mee'haīl talks :)

He's also quite a foodie, likes to catch his prey, cook it and eat it. Also to see others enjoy his dishes.

Jacques Delacroix is a man of cunning, resourcefulness and violent savagery. Having grown up as an orphan in the slums, The Outskirts, of Baldurs Gate, Jacques had to rely on those traits to see him through to adulthood.

Jacques main enterprise from his teenage years until recently was as a gravedigger and undertaker in more recent years. However, behind this trade was a more sinister activity he frequently dabbled in, bodysnatching. There was a surprisingly large market in Baldurs Gate and along the Sword Coast for bodies of the dead to be studied or for other more distasteful practices. Jacques was good at his job and at finding buyers of the bodies he took charge of. The trade is full of cut throat brigands and provocateurs, with the industry's participants more than willing to murder and maim competitors. It was a life for the hardest of men with little conscience and must savagery.

One fateful night, Jacques was delivering three deceased bodies to a strange mortuary-like abode where his client, a powerful necromancer had taken residence. The necromancer, a warlock and wizard of growing renown, took a liking to Jacques, noticing something in the man that was both useful and promising. The necromancer introduced Jacques to the dark arts and to the Shadow-King. Jacques was at first wary of the necromancer and his words, but quickly saw the great powers he could hold. He came to admire the ambition of the Shadow-King and his plans for the world.

The necromancer taught him all he could over the next year in payment to Jacques for the delivery of bodies. Jacques learned to master a number of basic necromancy and other spells during that time. One night, the necromancer called Jacques to his side and set him a task that would set him on the path of the Shadow-King. That task was to find a night hag who lived in a nearby swamp and take her head as his own to augment his powers of necromancy and act as an arcane focus for him. Jacques did as he was bidden and after a brutal and horrific encounter with the night hag in her swamp he succeeded in removing her head from her body. Following a ritual he had learnt in his trade, he shrunk the hag's head and lashed her grey hair to his belt, his arcane focus now by his side.

He was badly injured but made it back to the necromancer's residence only to discover his master had vanished along with all his posessions. All that remained was a note instructing the apprentice necromancer wizard to traveled the sword coast and improve his studies and mastery of the dark arts. It said Jacques would know when the time was right to travel to the Warlock's Crypt and join his master by his side in service of the Shadow-King.

The other item left behind was a spellbook. A tome bound in stretched thick skin and comprised of thinner sheets of skin as its pages. burned into the first few pages in Infernal were the spells his master had taught him. Jacques took the spellbook and the note and left and began his pursuit and journey as instructed by his master.

Jacques now travels throughout the Sword Coast visiting cities and villages alike, plying his trade as a gravedigger and undertaker as well as assisting the populace with any tasks that require the use of his arts. He is indifferent to their struggles and assisting them does nothing but help him hone his arcane abilities and learn new ones, all so he might hasten his journey to the Warlock's Crypt.

Jacques is not evil in nature but will use people and situations to get what he wants. He cares little for anyone except those who pursue necromancy and even then jealously seeks to outdo them as is common amongst those of the dark arts. However, Jacues will actively seek to harm and murder anyone who is a cleric of Kelemvor and will likely be aggressive to those who simply follow the faith of the God. This is due to Kelemvor's belief in balance between life and death with a particular opposition to undeath. This stands in stark contrast to Jacques ambitions and life experiences and he has a deep hatred for that God and his faith and followers.

Tianni was a young, 6-year old human girl with blond hair and light skin, who hailed from Neverwinter. One day, she was hit by a carriage while crossing the road by herself, and she was pronounced dead at the scene. 30 minutes later, while being carried to a pauper's grave, she awoke, without memories of her past life. She also woke up with a bifurcated tail, purple hair, and curved horns protruding from her head. The man moving her body freaked out and ran, and 6-year old Tianni walked for some time until a priestess collected her and took her into the convent of Selune.

Tianni is convinced that she is an angel from the goddess Selune, sent to extinguish evils, though her clergy peers did not believe this to be true, by the mark of Fierna that burns throughout her. On her 17th birthday, she bid the convent farewell to make her place in this world. She found an empty crypt, and after some time, she discovered it to be an ancient paladin's tomb. She found a set of chain mail (which she calls her holy armor), as well as a longsword, within the tomb. After a few days of being in this tomb, she found runes inscribed into the flat of the blade of her longsword, written in Infernal (the inscription says "Absolution").

Tianni the Demon Hunter is a young tiefling woman, about 25 years old, descended from Fierna. She is a fierce paladin of Selune, goddess of the moon, fighting as a vagrant soldier. Also, her devilish bloodline draws her to finding and exterminating demons, the arch-enemies of the devils that are replete in her bloodline. She tries to be a paragon of righteous judgment.

To make money, she collects bounties. She's pretty strong, pretty persuasive, and she's pretty good at figuring out if someone is lying, which helps in her line of work. Bounty hunting is just a way to pay for things she needs in order to snuff out evil, though. Her mission and passion is to hunt demons, and if there is a prize for doing so, she is happy to collect.

You meet a half-even man who many would describe as a starving artist. He has the natural good looks of an elf roughened around the edges by a life led perilously. You'd guess his age to be near 17. He has clear skin and a dashing three-day beard. His bedraggled look gives him an edge of danger; beneath his bruised eyes sparkles a brilliant blue that must surely melt the hearts of women, but with that charm flashes a fierce look of a boy who has been beaten more than once before. Under his pointed feathered cap is a tasseled mess of straw colored hair. His fashionable clothing is torn and peppered with dried blood. He is the very image of a tragic hero, a romantic. It takes little to imagine that many would stop to hear his story, taking pity on him and offering him succor.

What is your name? You may ask this half-elf.
"Bug," he says in his smooth baritone voice, his sarcasm made pardonable by even a hint of his smile. "Call me Bug. May as well, seeing as I cannot be much lower."

Sedror stands about four feet tall with ruddy complexion and broad stature. At first glance he looks to be a hill dwarf, but a closer look shows a gleam of copper colored scales that cover his skin in most places. Though his short black beard remains, the hair on his head must have come out as the scales grew in. As did his eyebrows, arm, body and leg hair. The scales resemblance is that of a dragon, though you hazard a guess that they are thinner. Two bright blue eyes gaze back at you as you take in the sight of him. His features could be considered handsome, if you're into scales, and it feels like he radiates a grand power of his very own in the way he carries himself. Though heavy set, he seems very spry but lacks any impressive muscle mass. He appears to be very young for a dwarf making his own way in the world, perhaps not having yet reached his twentieth year.