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Aerdeth Sylvaranth

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Character Summary

Aerdeth

Name: Aerdeth "Eryn" Sylvaranth
Aliases: Aer, Eryn (child name)
Age: 116
Race/Ethnicty: Wood Elf
Place of Origin:
Gender: Male
Class(es): Monk (favoring shaolin-type animal styles, at present.)

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Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

STR: 12
DEX: 17
CON: 13
INT: 10
WIS: 15
CHA: 8

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Physical Attributes

Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 180 lbs
Build: Chiseled, endomorphic, broad at shoulders, narrow at waist, ideal type
Eyes: Hazel Gray
Hair: Dark brown to black, long
Skin Tone: Light and coppery
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

My Hider

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Day To Day Attire:
Strengths: (max of 3)

▲ Fast reflexes & high dex
▲ flexible
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Weaknesses: (minimum 3)

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Psychological Attributes

Trait * Trait * Trait * Trait

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Minimal 2 paragraphs
Habits: Minimal 3

Hobbies: At least 1

Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

Likes: (Minimum of 6)

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Dislikes: (Minimum of 6)

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Motivations/Goals

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Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Darkvision (60'): Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, he has superior vision in dark and dim conditions. He can see in dim light within 60 feet of himself as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. He can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
• Fey Ancestry: He has advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.
• Keen Senses: Like all Elven kind, he has keep vision and hearing, giving him advantage on all perception checks.
• Trance: Elves don't need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is "trance.") While meditating, Aerdeth can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, he gains the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.
• Elven Weapon Training: Elves consider the arts of archery and sorcery to be a lofty pursuit, sharpening the mind and the senses, and being applicable through life. It is entertainment, focus, and expression. All high elves and wood elves learn to use the longbow (warband) and shortbow (hunter's band), as well as the shortsword and the longsword. Aerdeth is proficient in these weapons and skills.
• Mask of the Wild: Native to the wood ans calling it home, wood elves learn how to disturb little in their travel. Hide and seek and learning to trick the eye are childsplay. Aerdeth can attempt to hide even when only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena.
• Unarmored Defense: Honed through training, Aerdeth has developed fast reflexes, zen-like awareness, and a sense for incoming danger or attacks, even being able to anticipate them, allowing him to avoid or block them in such a manner that he has little use for armor, and indeed it would be a hinderance. (10+Dex+Wis to AC)
• Martial Arts: Your practice of martial arts gives you mastery of combat styles that use unarmed strikes and monk weapons, which are shortswords and any simple melee weapons that don't have the two-handed or heavy property.
  
  You gain the following benefits while you are unarmed or wielding only monk weapons and you aren't wearing armor or wielding a shield.
  • You can use Dexterity instead of Strength for the attack and damage rolls of your unarmed strikes and monk weapons.
  • You can roll a d4 in place of the normal damage of your unarmed strike or monk weapon.
  • When you use the Attack action with an unarmed strike or a monk weapon on your turn, you can make one unarmed strike as a bonus action. For example, if you take the Attack action and attack with a quarterstaff, you can also make an unarmed strike as a bonus action, assuming you haven't already taken a bonus action this turn.
  
  Certain monasteries use specialized forms of the monk weapons. For example, you might use a club that is two lengths of wood connected by a short chain (called a nunchaku) or a sickle with a shorter, straighter blade (called a kama).
• Languages: Aerdeth is fluent in Common, and his native Elvish, and speaks dwarvish rather well.
• Armor: Aerdeth has no skill with the wearing and use of armor
• Weapons: simple weapons, elven weapons, monk weapons
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MAGIC

Magic

A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting

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Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Common clothes: Description
• Belt pouch: contains 5 gold pieces and some change.
• Scroll Case: This cylindrical leather case can hold up to ten rolled-up sheets of paper or five rolled-up sheets of parchment. It is stuffed full of notes from your studies or prayers.
• Item: Description
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Kunai (10x): Throwing blades with a narrow triangular head, and a thin iron bar for a handle ending in a finger ring. Suitable for throwing easily at targets within 20 feet, but can frequently hit as far as 60 feet away. Also usable for knife-fighting and close quarter tactics.
• Short Sword: A simple sword, short in length with functional and decently made blade.
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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

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Animals: Have a horse or bird?

• Animal: Description

Explorer's Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• a backpack
• a bedroll
• a mess kit - This tin box contains a cup and simple cutlery. The box clamps together, and one side can be used as a cooking pan and the other as a plate or shallow bowl.
• a tinderbox - This small container holds flint, fire steel, and tinder (usually dry cloth soaked in light oil) used to kindle a fire. Using it to light a torch - or anything else with abundant, exposed fuel - takes an action. Lighting any other fire takes 1 minute.
• 10 days of rations - Rations consist of dry foods suitable for extended travel, including jerky, dried fruit, hardtack, and nuts.
• a waterskin - A waterskin can hold up to 4 pints of liquid.
• 50 feet of hempen rope
• Herbalism Kit - This kit contains a variety of instruments such as clippers, mortar and pestle, and pouches and vials used by herbalists to create remedies and potions. Proficiency with this kit lets you add your proficiency bonus to any Ability Checks you make to Identify or apply herbs. Also, proficiency with this kit is required to create Antitoxin and potions of Healing.
• Cartographer's Tools - These Special tools include the items needed to pursue a craft or trade. Proficiency with a set of artisan's tools lets you add your proficiency bonus to any Ability Checks you make using the tools in your craft. Each type of artisan's tools requires a separate proficiency.
• Winter Blanket - thick wool blanket
• Broken sword

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Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

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History

History:
((Disclaimer - Background info is not entirely in chronological order.))

Born with the child-name of Eryn the wood elf is now known as Aerdeth of the Sylvaranth family. Born within the family home, he is the fourth of six children, having three older sisters and two younger brothers. Aerdeth and his siblings were able to live a fairly comfortable lifestyle growing up due to their father Lucan's success as a merchant, and their mother Caelynn who is a prominent priestess. They had a small, modest home that is likely best described as a nice cottage. Aerdeth had a fairly normal upbringing, having a few close friends. The kids alternated between 'helping' Lucan with the family business and spending time at the temple with Caelynn.

Having lived a solid 112 years of life thus far, he's been in and out of love, made friends with at least one adventurer, made an enemy out of another who forced him into seclusion.

He's already had one adventure that left him wounded. It healed properly, but it still pains him occasionally.

Like his siblings, he spent time working the family business, but had to flee with what little savings he could brings. He spent a while in the wilderness while pondering what to do. Being out of doors, and away from people bothered him little, and gave him an opportunity to think.

Eventually as he scratched out an existence in the woods, meditated, and worked, he discovered some kind of power or ability within him. With that, he set out to explore that power and find out what it was, and how to use it.

Eventually he made his way to a monastary high in the mountains, precarious as it looked over a valley. Isolated from the world, it sat high within spires of rock thrust up from the earth in similar fashion. The altitude was already teeming with ki, and here was a perfect place to train in lower oxygen. A stylized bronze dragon. His master was kind and generous, never critical of his progress. Nevertheless, Aerdeth feels he never fully lived up to the expectations placed on him.

Parents: Alive/Dead/Known/Relationship With?
Siblings: Any/Birth Order/Relationship With?
Childhood: Anything notable?
Adulthood: Anything notable?
Special Moments: Things that stick out in you characters mind most often
Current Events: What brings you here? What were you most recently up to? What's a character like you doing in an rp like this? Why did your become an adventurer? Who or what is most important to you?

Who is their worst enemy, and what did they do to you?

What is one place that you never want to visit again?

What would make her the happiest they’ve ever been?

Extras

Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Are they a fiery red that burns everything around them or a soft soothing blue? Or any other color for that matter.
Scent: Hound just sniffed your clothing to track you, what would it smell like?
Anything Else:

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Birthplace: Home

Lucan - Father (known) - neutral male wood elf fighter merchant, alive and well, relationship is good
Caelynn - Mother (known) - neutral female wold elf cleric priestess, alive and quite successful, relationship is good

Siblings - 5
Mai -Adult Name: Andraste- Older sister - neutral - hunter/trapper - relationship is indifferent - is alive and well

Nim - Adult NameL Traulam - Older sister - neutral good - laborer - relationship is good - is alive and well

Dae - Adult Name: Theirastra - Older sister - - neutral - merchant - indifferent - is alive and well

Sflhn - Adult Name: Carric - Younger brother - neutral good - soldier - good relationship - is Alive, but doing poorly due to injury, financial trouble,
or relationship difficulties

Kan - Adult Name: Laucian - Younger brother - neutral good - artisan or guild member - good relationship - is alive and well

Raised by both parents
Family lifestyle - Comfortable (+10)
Childhood home - small house (spent time at temple or whatnot, and merchant location)
Childhood memories - I had a few close friends and lived an ordinary
cthood.

I became a hermit because I am comfortable with being isolated, as I seek
inner peace. My enemies ruined my reputation, and | fled to the
wilds to avoid further disparagement
I became a monk because I could feel that a special sort of power lay within
me, so I sought out those who could help me call it forth and master it.

Additional Images:

Hider

Maps!

Saderan's Google Earth style Maps

Atlas Style Maps Tutorial

Hand-Drawn Mapping (for the Artistically Challenged) - Love this.

http://inkarnate.com/
jacristi's Incarnate map making process

Acriaos' battle map tutorial - applicable for Photoshop and GIMP too.

How to Draw Fantasy Maps - Very pretty, and well made.

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These are just a few tools that I have on hand I thought worth adding. I have more if anybody wishes me to keep adding to this list.

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

Jen shook her head, causing the puff ball of light to shift with her movement. She reached up cupping her hand around it to whisper something to it. It bobbed once, then shot toward Kriv only to arc around, swirling over his head before settling a few inches above it. She'd learned in the last month or so that her sight in the darkness was far better than his. He needed the light more than she.

"No, no it's not," she murmured as she shifted to her right along the shelves pressed against the wall. "After you," she said gesturing toward the far door. It would be better for him to go first, as he was bigger and the rest of the cellar might well prove to be just as cramped.

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As the door opens under Kriv's touch the hinges squeak just a bit though relatively quietly. The odor is a bit stronger, wafting past both of them. In the cold light that spills into the room the walls are lined with shelves, barrels and crates. Two large barrels on their side are butted up against the far side of a quite large crate, blocking a good portion of the view of the rest of the room. There was loud cheebling and a few squeaks. There came a scratching of small claws on stone and wood. In the edges of the light two pairs of beady red eyes glint in the reflected light.

Angry screeches and hisses erupt from the shadows before two rats, both the size of medium dogs come rushing out of the dark. Their clawed feet scrabble on the stone as they rush for Kriv as he was in the lead. Their teeth are barred, but as quick as they were, the Dragonborn would be faster.

Jen would be right behind him, her actions almost as swift.

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Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

After a second Jen slipped to her feet, standing up to stretch, arching back a bit, then reached down and picked her pack up off the floor. Sorting through it she pulled her quiver of bolts free and strapped it to her right thigh, then snapped the limbs of her crossbow into place, making sure they were tightly in place, and placed the string, making sure it was taut. Quickly she pulled it back and locked it in, then placed a bolt at the ready. A second later it was slung back over her shoulder, ready for quick access but clearly not presented in a threatening manner. "Just in case," she said as she brushed past Kriv, letting one hand lightly trail over his midriff, a physical marker of his location so she didn't pass too close. It was completely unconscious as she headed for the back rooms, wafting a trail of something that was a soft exotic floral scent.

One slender hand pushed open the smooth stone door. It was perfectly balanced on it's hinges so the weight was almost negligible. Well oiled it barely made a sound. The kitchen was ahead of them with a couple of ovens and cooking spaces, a big butcher's block that was being used for a prep station, and a few racks of rolls that were rising. There was also a big wooden box off to one side and a couple of doors leading out. A couple of staff gave them looks. One was an older human woman, and another was a younger girl, maybe eighteen at the oldest.

Without giving them any attention, the sable-haired sorceress made her way to a large trap door in the floor and lifted it with relative ease. It was an inch thick, and made of sturdy wood. A cellar yawned below them with simple steps down into the darkness below. "Don't go down there miss," the older of the cooks exclaimed, one hand reached out toward the trap door as if to stop them from across the room. "It's dangerous! Big rats! Huuuuuge!"

"We know," Jen said, then muttered a word under her breath. A moment later glittering flecks of light, cyan and cold ice blue in color gathered around her, swirling in a slow light show before gathering together in a ball over her head, the size of a ping-pong ball. It cast bright cold blue-white light around. "Don't open this door until we come back out of it," she told the woman in a tone that would broker no questions. Moving smoothly she descended into the pitch darkness.

Once Kriv was in the door thunked into place again. "Here we go."

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The room around Kriv and Jen is maybe six by six. There are shelves here with small boxes and containers and jars of canned vegetables and other foods. there are a few cleaning supplies and a few stacks of towels and rags. This is clearly not enough to keep a brisk business like the Meadhall going. The air is cool, chilled by the lack of ground heat. It is perfect for storing things though. Distantly there is a stench that seeps through the room. it is like something has been rotting or a lot of things rotting and decaying mixed with shit and piss.

Distantly are the sounds of scratches and chitterings. Something shifts. There is one door ahead on the far side of the room, on the far right. The sounds come from behind it. And one could guess that is where the smell was coming from too.

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Jen wrinkled her nose at the odor and shook her head, causing the ball of light to stir a little. "Well that's not good. Does it normally smell like this down here?"

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

"Thaga over there says she has a rat problem. Says they keep her from getting to her supplies and the like in the store room. I wouldn't think it would be a big issue. Apparently this has been going on for weeks. If it wasn't for fresh stuff being delivered, she'd have had to shut down by now. It's putting a real damper on things and causing her business problems. Not to mention there's food safety concerns. So she wants us to get rid of them, clean them out." Her face curled in disgust a bit but she shrugged.

"She said they were pretty big. I hate rats but... There are worse things. I figure it won't take us that long to play exterminator. Are you good with that?" Her hands were folded one over the other, fingers laced together on the table top as she asked the question. Her shoulders back, spine straight, head erect, and her gaze focused on him. She was clearly in business mode, but somehow it only improved on her bearing.

Inwardly she was fairly sure it would suit his sensibilities, and it would be good experience. It would benefit the bar owner, and help keep a good business in operation, make everyone's lives safer and better. And it would save them coinage. On that thought she was reminded of another portion of the discussion. "If we find anything shiny the rats dug up, Thaga says we can keep it."

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

The sorceress shook her head. "Noo~oo? Why," she said in confusion. "You were just bitching about money. One room is cheaper than two. We've been traveling together for weeks. We've slept next to each other before, more than once. It wouldn't be any different really." She gave him a look then as if to suggest that he was being foolish or childish, then drummed the oval shaped nails of her right hand on the polished tabletop. "Feel free to spend twice the amount of money when resources are already finite."

With that she slid out of the booth, peeling her cloak back, dressed in dark blues and greens of her traveling clothes, and their high quality. Once more she slipped through the crowd like hanging willow ends in a soft breeze, possessed of an elvish grace she wasn't even fully aware of as she made her way to the bar. Once there she began to exchange quiet words with a relatively pleasant looking female dwarf with straw blonde hair, and bright blue eyes in a rapid exchange. Things looked tense for a few moments, before there was an exchange of nods and a brief clasping of forearms. It seemed an accord had been reached.

A few moments later she slid back into the seat opposite Kriv. "Alright, well, that's settled. We have a job, and once it's done we have a place to stay," she said, brushing off the previous sour note as though it had never even happened.

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

Catching his reaction she raised one sculpted eyebrow then broke into a grin, shaking her head. "Oh no, nothing like that. But I know you've walked as far as I have, covering a lot of ground. Days of being on a forced march," she said quietly as she followed suit with one of the rolls, sopping up some of the broth. Idly her eyes darted to the patrons once more. They seemed to glint faintly for a moment in the warm oil lamp light that shone through the Horse's Meadhall.

"I could do that though... But no. We're on the clock right now," she said with a smirk and shifted in her seat, crossing her right thigh over her left under the table. "So, did you want to see about getting a room here, or somewhere else?" Idly she bounced her foot, accidentally brushing against his right leg once, maybe twice. Both hands picked up the large mug and she took a decently long pull from it, giving him a chance to answer.

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

With his quip about spending gold like water she raised an eyebrow. "I know how to hold onto my money when needed too you know," she said, lapsing into silence until his apology, and then his musings about their next step.

It was then that the dwarven server from before made his way over carrying a large bowl filled almost to the brim with the same stew that Jen was having. "Eat," she directed, gesturing with her spoon in her right hand. "The rolls are to share. Butter on the side there. It's all quite good for being basics." As she spoke she glanced at their attendant. "No offense." He gave a small 'heh' and shrugged. "None taken. Simple food for simple folk. Keeps us strong and hearty. Sometimes it's the best." The sorceress nodded. "Sometimes," she agreed, then jerked her chin toward the rest of the patrons. "Off with ye," she said with a small wink and a grin. The squat figure turned and stumped off, then snapped a towel he carried at one of the patrons, flicking him in the ear. The patron had been pawing at one of the barmaids. "Knock it off, you got work to do still, Holdaff," he gruffed as he headed toward the bar.

Jenphira turned her silvery gaze back on Kriv. "I'll ask after we're done eating. And I know what you're thinking... That's not what I had in mind. I could but... no. I'm sure there are problems here that can be solved, or work that can be done. A place like this is always good for information. If our good dwarf doesn't know much, the barkeep probably will. Lots of gossip in places like this too."

She lapsed into silence for a few moments while reviewing what had been said already in her head. She noted the comment about working her soreness and kinks and tilted her head, considering. "As for your offer, I could go for that. It would be nice. I can return the favor if you want."

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

Jen studied him skeptically for a moment. "You do realize that you have enough money to last a full two weeks of accommodations including all room and board at the finest inns money can buy. Maybe less in a place like Horgith Veil. But in a middle of the road place like this it'll last a while. Or would you rather live off dried fruit, and be shaking like a leaf in a few days with diarrhea because you've had nothing else in your belly," she countered. "You can afford to eat and stay in a decent inn. As can I. Besides, it should be easy to find work in this city, honest or otherwise."

Turning her attention toward the server that had trundled off, she concentrated for a moment, then spoke. Her lips moved but no sound seemed to come from them. With a sigh she dug into her stew, giving it a sampling. It was rich, hearty, and she could tel lit would be filling. It would provide lots of energy too... Which was good since she'd been walking for days. As she thought about it she realized her hips and lower back were sore which only made hr sigh once more.

"Anyway, if we wanted to stay here... I'm sure I could work out a deal where we wouldn't have to spend any money for a couple days at least," the half-elf suggested while glancing around at the rest of the patrons. She was mindful not not speak with her mouth full, though she found that her hunger had reared it's head strongly, making her voracious.

"I was thinking we need to know more about what happened with the ambush. We could go back and poke our nose around. But well, that's a problem. If we're recognized we could get captured, without knowing why until it's too late. Someone is gunning for us, and they got the local magistrate or someone in it on their side. So, we need to know who is involved, how, and why. And then we need to know who we can go to for a counter move to get them released. Maybe bring down this magistrate or noble... if we can. I've got the ability to do some of that but... I can only do so much. I was considering, once we had the funds, getting in touch with some people who could poke around for us.. more safely.. more easily. Make some inquiries. It would require us staying put... and money."

Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed)

She leaned forward a little, swiping a flat hand through the air in a small gesture to cut him off. "It's fine. It's a good spot. Rather be here than anywhere else. Can duck out the back, hit the stairs, and can see the front door easily. You can watch my back from where you are," she said. Taking a look at his face more closely she noted the mottled purple, copper, and bits of green around the edges of his slightly marred face. "What about the other guy," she asked, gesturing toward the shiner. She knew he could handle himself, and was capable of a lot more than he thought he was. When he realized what he could actually do... well it would be an epiphany for him.

A few moments later one of the barmaids, this one a stout male dwarf with a ruddy red beard plaited into three braids, which were braided with each other into an interesting and artful arrangement approached. He held a tray overhead, so as not to get it bumped by a bumbling patron then lowered it as he got to them. "Here we are," he said, his voice warm with a slight burr to it. "You had the stew, lass?" The half elf simply nodded with a pleasant smile. "Good on ye. Can't stand a woman who eats like a bird," the server gruffed good naturedly. He slid over a large bowl of a hearty stew that steamed and was filled with roasted meat and vegetables. Along with it came a small basket of rolls, and a good sized mug of amber ale. "Enjoy. Can I get ye anythin' else," he asked them both. Jen shook her head. "No, but thank you," she replied, then passed him a gold coin. It was worth far more than the simple meal, even if it were high quality. But... gold was the real language of the dwarves. It would ensure further excellent service. At the gold coin, he lit up brightly. "Ohh, thank ye kindly."