[@PaulHaynek]

Side note, for the favorite rule, I didn't really know of the original series before hand. So, yeah, just going to make a custom my favorite.
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Name: Sealenne Forktongue
Race: Marine Monitor
Magic/Abilities/Equipment: Breathing under water, reptile speak, climbing and minor species-connected magic. Said magic is making her foot steps silent without shoes and slight hypnosis on those of weak will. She, as an individual, carries a knife because she says you never know when it will be handy. She also is a black-smith.
Personality: Cocky, smart-aleck, and a tom-boy, Sealenne never really cared for the world's issues. All she wanted was to live in her family owned Blacksmith shop, making weapons, facets, armor, and various other things. But she lost that and it is her sole goal to get it back.
Background: Sealenne was a small village blacksmith, living on the edges of a Dwarven territory. Taught by her father, her craft was all she cared about. Even though she was a monster, the village didn't see any reason for quarrel, mostly because she was the best in the village. But, like all things, it didn't last. A large group of bandits attacked the village, razing it to the ground and slaughtering a majority of the villagers. Afterwards, she and the remaining survivors became a traveling caravan. She used her craft in towns to build up money for their little group, but they still didn't have enough to go back. They made a decent living but it wasn't enough. They wanted their home back. One night, at a tavern, Sealenne was trying to forget her troubles when some drunk desided he wanted to have a little fun with her. A black eye, cracked ribs, broken hand, and him holding his crouch later, she met 'Bart'. He seemed a little tipsy himself, but she didn't care. He told her about the guild when she told him about her. Telling her it would be easy money. She, hearing easy money, agreed to help in any way should could. The next morning, she packed the stuff up from the carriage she shared with a trader freind and set out. She has, however, met way too many Demon fanatics and bandits for it to be serious.

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