[b]Name:[/b] Snoh Bhaal
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Tiefling
[b]Class:[/b] Hexblade
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning 
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak/Bridge Rat Infestation
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@liferusher][@JackalopeLove][@Raizin][@Ayemdar][@Vec][@Zelosse][@Trickster][@Bright_Ops][@Zelosse][@liferusher]
[b]Mention:[/b] 

Snoh had been sitting idle this whole time in that stereotypically dark corner of every inn, watching and waiting like a patron of dinner and a show. His breakfast had been last nights leftovers, the black burnings from the bottom of the cookpot didn't bother his palette as it was smeared over two day old bread. He finished his mug of old flat 'all sorts' (a barrel filled with half a glass of whatever is left behind by anyone else.) and came to the table once he saw the others start fading from sight as he was queued to this group.

[color=a36209]"A good plan, perhaps we should do a quick round robin and pop off our names and our specialties. It will make it easier for us to 'murder the fuck out of whatever we are dealing with' if we aren't tripping over each other or the like. I'm Snow, I'm a hexblade, I prefer to attach myself to a ranged character or caster and be the meat shield so they can do their job. I also have my Hex to lower enemy stats if you want to pair me with someone for flanking bonus on the big bruisers. A minus to them is just as useful as a plus to us."[/color]

While talking, he equipped his armaments, rather than just dropping his pants like a barbarian. Knee high boots got bronze shinguards attached to them as his vest was replaced with a large gapped chainmal shirt and bronze bracers rested on his wrist. Just as he finished speaking, his face was covered with a [url=http://www.kominguya.com/360-2920-thickbox/ancient-tengu-mask-lacquered-wood.jpg]mask[/url] as he took up his tower shield and longsword from its katana-space. All in all he was looking a bit like a 300 spartan but with pants and most of a shirt on.