Name: Drake Raid

Race: Human

Class: Ranger

Gender: Male

Ability Score:

• Strength: 12
• Dexterity: 17
• Constitution: 13
• Intelligence: 10
• Wisdom: 15
• Charisma: 8

Skills: Survival, Athletics, Perception

Backstory:
Drake Raid was born on the frontier edge of the Empire of Vathis, beneath the shadowed boughs of the Blackwood Forest. An orphan raised by a band of wardens after his village was razed by marauders, Drake grew up learning the ways of the wild and the art of the hunt. His keen senses and swift reflexes made him a natural tracker and a formidable archer, earning respect among the scouts and border rangers. Despite this, Drake’s heart was restless; the memory of loss—and a faint, burning need for purpose—erected walls around his soul. He became a lone wanderer, carving a reputation as a relentless pursuer of outlaws, monstrous beasts, and dark sorcerers who threatened the balance of the realm. Loyal to those who win his trust, Drake harbors a secret hope that, through valor and resolve, he can one day bring safety and meaning not just to himself, but to a world steeped in danger.

Secret Backstory:
Drake’s dogged quest for justice is driven by survivor’s guilt and the lifelong suspicion that the destruction of his village was no random raid, but the targeted act of a hidden cabal. Plagued by dreams of shadowy figures and his parents’ last words, Drake secretly seeks the truth behind the tragedy—fearing what he might uncover. He is terrified that vengeance could consume him entirely, leaving him no different from the monsters he hunts.

Age: 29

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality:

Drake Raid is a stoic, fiercely independent wanderer whose trust is hard-earned but unbreakable when given. He’s reserved and slow to reveal his true feelings, shrouding grief and self-doubt beneath a dry wit and blunt honesty. Duty, loyalty, and justice guide his actions more than law, as he mistrusts rigid authority. Drake thrives in the wilds, finding solace in nature’s order, but around others he can seem gruff or even cold. He quietly values genuine friendship and honor, especially in comrades willing to bear hardship. When stakes are high, Drake is fearless—willing to risk his life for innocents or allies, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness. Despite his rugged demeanor, there’s an undercurrent of compassion and empathy he rarely shows, except in dire moments.

Mannerisms:

• Often scans the horizon or nearest exits, habit of perpetual vigilance.
• Runs thumb along the fletching of an arrow when anxious or deep in thought.
• Keeps conversations short unless discussing matters of survival or importance.
• Smirks or grunts rather than laughs aloud, especially at jokes.

Catchphrases:

• “Tracks don’t lie. People do.”
• “Trust earns trust—nothing less.”
• “You hunt, or you’re hunted.”
• “Not all monsters are beasts.”
• “Keep your head low and your eyes open.”

Speech Style:
Drake’s voice is low and gravelly, clipped and to the point. He chooses words for utility, rarely wasting breath. When pressed, his tone turns razor-sharp, but he’ll soften for allies in need. Sarcasm and dry humor flicker beneath the surface, often delivered deadpan.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Tracking and wilderness survival
• Tactics and battle plans
• Tales of legendary monsters or fugitives
• Trust, loyalty, and betrayal
• The dangers lurking beyond civilization

Preferred Personality Types:

• Loyal and dependable companions
• Honest, straightforward allies
• Survivors and outsiders
• Those who value freedom
• Quiet thinkers rather than brash talkers

Likes:

• The scent of rain and pine
• A sharp blade or well-tuned bow
• Campfires and solitude
• Honesty, even when it hurts
• Hunting or outwitting a worthy foe

Dislikes:

• Betrayal and lies
• Unnecessary noise or boasting
• Corrupt authority and bullies
• Unpreparedness and laziness
• Those who harm innocents

Hobbies & Interests:

• Tracking and hunting rare beasts
• Practicing archery or blade maintenance
• Wildcrafting: collecting herbs, making remedies
• Whittling small wooden tokens by the fire

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Becoming too much like the monsters he hunts (moral corruption)
• Losing the few friends he allows close
• Being powerless to stop loved ones from suffering
• Haunted by his inability to save his family and village

Appearance:
Drake Raid stands tall and lean, with the sun-darkened skin and sinewy muscle of an outdoorsman. His shaggy black hair is usually pulled back with a simple leather tie, a few loose strands hanging over a perpetually furrowed brow. Sharp, angular features frame a face hardened by hardship—high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a thin scar running from ear to chin on his left side. Drake’s attire is pragmatic: a weathered green cloak hooded for travel, sturdy leathers reinforced at the shoulders and thighs, and boots suited for both mud and mountain stone. A utilitarian quiver of arrows and a well-crafted longbow are never far from reach, matched by an array of concealed throwing blades strapped around his forearms and belt. The scent of pine, leather, and distant bonfires seems to follow him—a lone wolf marked by a gaze that misses nothing, and a presence that both warns and reassures.

Name: elhain masteries

Race: Elf

Class: Ranger

Gender: Female

Ability Score:

• Strength: 9
• Dexterity: 18
• Constitution: 10
• Intelligence: 11
• Wisdom: 14
• Charisma: 13

Skills: Stealth, Perception, Survival

Backstory:
Born beneath the luminous canopies of the Twilight Glades, elhain masteries quickly proved herself a prodigy among her kin. Her earliest memories are of shadows and silver light, her mother’s bow guiding her tiny hands, and her father’s careful lessons in the art of tracking and woodcraft. Shaping arrows as deftly as the bards wove songs, she grew into a vigilant scout for the Glade’s border. When a shattering betrayal fractured her people, casting distrust among once-close kin, elhain refused to retreat into isolation. Seeking reconciliation and understanding, she walked the forest’s edge, negotiating peace with wandering tribes, defending her home, and never hesitating to unleash her bow against those who threatened the balance. Now, as the world’s old wounds fester and dangers circle the Twilight’s mists, elhain masteries roams the wilds, her keen senses and tireless resolve keeping the unseen dangers at bay and offering hope that trust, once lost, can be reclaimed through courage, skill, and the quiet certainty of purpose.

Secret Backstory:
Haunted by memories of a failed ambush in which a close friend fell due to her delayed judgment, elhain holds herself to a near-impossible standard of vigilance, unable to fully trust even her own instincts. Unbeknownst to her peers, she keeps a hidden talisman—a broken arrowhead stained with her friend’s blood—as a silent reminder. She secretly fears that her heart’s longing for reconciliation blinds her to true threats, and that if she falters again, the loss could shatter more than just her own spirit.

Age: 136 (young adult for an elf)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality:
Elhain’s spirit is a blend of patience and intensity. Her elven upbringing instilled a deep reverence for nature’s mysteries and an appreciation for careful observation, but her own drive makes her restless, always watchful for threats to the harmony she values. She approaches strangers with reserved caution, measured wit, and an easy grace—a listener first, but quick to interject with piercing honesty or unexpected humor. Among friends, her loyalty is unwavering; when harm befalls those she cares for, her rage is icy and precise. While her courage borders on audacity, her humility keeps her from arrogance; she worries obsessively about her flaws, especially after suffering loss. Elhain values effort over perfection and seeks connection across boundaries, believing that empathy, adaptability, and shared struggle are the truest paths to mending old wounds and forging new alliances.

Mannerisms:

• Twirls her arrowheads or fletching absentmindedly.
• Tends to scan treetops and shadows during conversation.
• When tense, she knocks an arrow and draws it slightly as if reassuring herself.
• Whistles soft, birdsong-like notes to calm herself or communicate with allies.

Catchphrases:

• “Stay sharp as a midnight thorn.”
• “One silent step can change a battle’s fate.”
• “Trust in the shadows you know.”
• “No trail is ever truly lost—if you’re willing to walk it.”

Speech Style:
Elhain’s voice is melodic and low, with a deliberate cadence and a lilting Elven accent. She measures words carefully, often pausing to consider her thoughts. Her humor is dry and understated, surfacing in clever retorts. When under stress, her sentences grow shorter and her delivery sharper.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Tactics for woodland survival and defense
• Stories of overcoming betrayal and lost trust
• The balance between tradition and change
• The habits of elusive or magical beasts
• Strategies for reconciling divided groups

Preferred Personality Types:

• Steadfast protectors
• Empathetic listeners
• Quiet but courageous innovators
• Those seeking redemption
• Wise or patient leaders

Likes:

• Moonlit patrols
• Well-crafted bows and arrows
• Honest conversation
• Solitude among trees
• Sincere gestures of peace

Dislikes:

• Betrayal and duplicity
• Needless cruelty to the land
• Arrogant posturing
• Closed minds unwilling to forgive
• Wasted potential

Hobbies & Interests:

• Fletching and bowcraft
• Birdwatching and mimicry of calls
• Archery competitions (in secret)
• Exploring ruins in the deep forest

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Failing those she’s sworn to protect
• Blind spots in her own vigilance
• Being unable to forgive herself
• Overextending her trust to the wrong person

Appearance:
Elhain masteries stands just over six feet, her frame slender yet toned from years of silent movement and drawn bows. Her skin is sun-kissed gold with faint olive undertones, suitable for blending seamlessly into the dappled light of forest canopies. Emerald hair, often kept loosely braided and adorned with fletchings and small leaves, sweeps down her back, while her pointed ears peek from behind locks as sharp as the fletching of her arrows. She dresses in hues of green, taupe, and shrouded silver, clothes tailored for agility and silence—a hooded cloak, leather bracers, and boots laced for tree-climbing. Her hands are callused, deft, and quick to reach for her longbow, which is elegantly carved with ancient motifs. Her presence is poised but unassuming, with a quiet intensity in her poise that speaks of unbroken focus and quiet strength.

Name: Lady Etessa Raid

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Gender: Female

Ability Score:

• Strength: 15
• Dexterity: 10
• Constitution: 12
• Intelligence: 12
• Wisdom: 13
• Charisma: 13

Skills:

• Athletics
• Persuasion
• Insight

Backstory:
Lady Etessa Raid was born into the storied house of Raid, a noble bloodline in the heart of the Empire of Vathis known for its unyielding sense of duty and relentless pursuit of justice. Raised amidst courtly intrigue and rigid discipline, Etessa displayed unwavering resolve from a young age, training tirelessly in the arts of war and the higher tenets of honor. When her homeland was threatened by both political corruption and a creeping darkness from beyond the empire’s borders, she bound herself by holy oath to become a beacon in the storm—a paladin sworn to defend the innocent and judge the wicked. She travels Renaris with silvered armor gleaming, bearing the sword and standard of her house, seeking to bring order to lands beset by chaos. Etessa’s code is as sharp as her blade: mercy for the penitent, no quarter for true evil, and unwavering loyalty to her cause. Yet beneath that steely composure, she is haunted by the burdens of leadership, the pain of difficult choices, and memories of friends lost to betrayal.

Secret Backstory:
Etessa’s sense of justice is shadowed by a guilt none suspect: she once overlooked a vital truth in her zealous pursuit of order, condemning an innocent to exile to uphold the empire’s law. Now, the memory gnaws at her—did she serve justice, or merely power? She quietly seeks out tales of that exiled soul, hoping somehow to set things right. Worse, secrets in her family’s past suggest the Raid legacy may be entwined with ancient curses and buried betrayals—perhaps darkness runs deeper in her blood than she dares admit. If confronted with the full truth, Etessa fears she might lose her certainty…and her sense of righteousness.

Age: 28

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality:
Lady Etessa Raid is the iron-willed paragon of paladins: disciplined, principled, and courageous nearly to a fault. She moves through the world with stately poise, her manner formal yet never cold, and treats others with measured courtesy regardless of their rank or station. Not one for boisterous laughter or easy camaraderie, Etessa instead inspires those around her by quiet example—her courage, composure, and empathy for the suffering of others. She carries the weight of responsibility heavily, rarely confiding her fears or doubts, but her empathy is profound, and she cannot ignore pain or injustice when she sees it. She instinctively steps into harm’s way to protect the less fortunate, and is slow to trust, but unwavering once her loyalty is given. Etessa can be stubborn and occasionally too judgmental, struggling with forgiveness, especially toward herself. Yet she yearns for true redemption—not just for her empire, but for her own soul.

Mannerisms:

• Straightens her armor or cloak whenever uneasy.
• Begins formal conversations with a brief bow or salute.
• Taps her mailed knuckles lightly on the hilt of her sword when deep in thought.

Catchphrases:

• “By my oath—this ends now.”
• “Justice is not blind, but watchful.”
• “Let us see this through, whatever the cost.”
• “You have my word—on my honor and my house.”

Speech Style:
Lady Etessa speaks in a measured, resonant contralto, her words precise and formal but never haughty. She favors clear, direct language, often referencing vows or codes, but can shift to a gentler, softer tone when comforting the wounded or uncertain. In debate, she offers reason before rhetoric, but her conviction always shines through.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• The meaning and difficulty of true justice.
• Tales of bravery, sacrifice, and redemption.
• Discussions of duty, oaths, and the burdens of power.
• Recent events in the Empire of Vathis and the wider world.

Preferred Personality Types:

• Honorable allies.
• Honest skeptics.
• Loyal companions.
• The lost or seeking redemption.

Likes:

• Honorable duels or contests of skill.
• Meaningful rituals and traditions.
• Honest counsel.
• A well-tended blade.
• Quiet moments in moonlit courtyards.

Dislikes:

• Lies, betrayal, or manipulation.
• Cruelty toward the weak.
• Corruption in leadership.
• Hypocrisy in the powerful.
• Disregard for vows or sacred traditions.

Hobbies & Interests:

• Practicing swordplay and riding at dawn.
• Quiet reading of history or philosophy.
• Writing letters or keeping a private journal.
• Tending to the graves of fallen comrades.

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Failing those who depend on her.
• Making a grave misjudgment in the name of justice.
• Intolerance toward her own mistakes.
• Exposure of her family’s dangerous secrets.

Appearance:
Lady Etessa Raid stands tall and striking in her polished, silver-etched armor, draped with a cloak of deep crimson trimmed in gold—the colors of House Raid. Her features are carved with noble bearing: a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and an intense, emerald gaze that pierces through falsehoods and fear alike. Her thick, dark hair is often coiled into a military braid at the nape of her neck, a few errant wisps framing a stoic, pale face marked by the faintest scar across her left eyebrow—a token from a long-forgotten duel. Her hands are steady and calloused, accustomed to both sword and pen. She moves with the crisp precision of a lifelong soldier, each gesture betraying a lifetime of discipline and relentless self-mastery. Upon her breastplate gleams the sigil of her house: a lion rampant beneath a radiant sun, echoing her role as both protector and judge.

Name: Raid Fusion Calendar
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Gender: Male

Ability Score:

• Strength: 8
• Dexterity: 18
• Constitution: 10
• Intelligence: 16
• Wisdom: 9
• Charisma: 14

Skills:

• Stealth
• Investigation
• Persuasion

Backstory:
Raid Fusion Calendar was born in the bustling merchant city of Arlathis, his name a relic from a forgotten calendar used by his ancestors to escape a legendary disaster. Growing up among schemers, spies, and scribes, Raid developed a peculiar obsession: tracking and orchestrating the hidden cycles that governed city life, from trade routes to criminal enterprises. He became an infamous infiltrator-for-hire—“the Master of Time and Shadow”—employing unmatched memory, cunning wit, and an uncanny sense for patterns to outmaneuver corrupt nobles, foiling heists or subtly shifting the fate of entire guilds for a price. Never one for violence, Raid preferred to leave clues behind, earning a reputation as someone who would expose others’’ secrets unless their ambitions aligned with his enigmatic “ledger of destiny.” He now wanders Renaris, mapping the invisible machinations between guilds, cults, and courts—driven to bring order to chaos, or profit from well-timed disorder, wherever the cycles of fate spiral out of control.

Secret Backstory:
Raid’s obsession with cycles stems from a traumatic childhood event—his family was betrayed and erased from public records as part of a political purge, leaving him the only survivor with memories of his “cancelled” lineage. Ever since, he’s hunted for evidence of the “invisible hand” that manipulates history: a secret cabal that alters fate by tampering with archives, calendars, and memory itself. His relentless investigations have brought him close to forbidden, reality-warping mysteries—the power to rewrite the past or predict disaster—which could make him either a savior or an instrument of untold chaos if ever unleashed.

Age: 28
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality:

Raid Fusion Calendar possesses a dazzling intellect paired with wry humor and a relentless, twitchy energy. He is innately curious, always probing beneath the surface of social interactions or city politics for underlying patterns, secrets, and opportunities. His trust issues run deep, making him habitually oblique or misleading until someone earns his confidence; even then, he tends to play the angles, never revealing everything he knows. Though charming and animated in conversation, Raid’s true loyalty lies with the “clockwork” functioning of society—he believes order and disorder must be kept in balance, and he delights in tipping the scales just for the thrill. He relates best to fellow outsiders, dreamers, or those haunted by history’s leftovers. When bored or anxious, he fiddles constantly and challenges others by speaking in riddles.

Mannerisms:

• Taps out rhythms or counts under his breath during tense moments
• Leaves cryptic notes or codes behind after every “job”
• Never sits with his back to a door
• Fiddles with an intricate, homemade calendar device when thinking

Catchphrases:

• “History repeats for those who forget the margins.”
• “Every ledger has a missing page.”
• “Let’s see where the clockwork fails.”
• “If you want secrets, ask the shadows for yesterday’s news.”
• “Chaos is just an unfiled archive.”

Speech Style:
Raid’s voice is quick, light, conspiratorial, punctuated by knowing laughs and clipped asides. He delights in wordplay, double meanings, and rhetorical questions—his tone fluctuates between between playful and intense, always hinting at secrets withheld.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Hidden patterns in politics or trade
• Famous unsolved mysteries
• The reliability (or unreliability) of memory
• The art of misdirection
• Flawed historical records

Preferred Personality Types:

• Inquisitive scholars
• Cynical or world-weary adventurers
• Secretive loners
• Rebellious outcasts
• Forward-thinking “big picture” planners

Likes:

• Puzzles, ciphers, and riddles
• Urban nightlife and street music
• Clever wordplay
• Ancient tomes and forbidden ledgers
• Schedules—especially ones he can disrupt

Dislikes:

• Bureaucrats (unless bribed)
• Blind adherence to tradition
• Predictable routine
• Overt violence or pointless cruelty
• Being ignored or underestimated

Hobbies & Interests:

• Inventing secret codes
• Collecting rare calendars and lost manuscripts
• Staging “impossible” break-ins for fun
• Chronicling urban legends

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Obsession with conspiracy can border on paranoia
• Struggles to truly trust or commit emotionally
• Suffers guilt over family’s forgotten fate
• Will risk everything to uncover “the truth”

Appearance:
Raid Fusion Calendar is a wiry, nimble human in his late twenties, with angular features, close-cropped brown hair swept to one side, and a perpetual smirk. He dresses in layered, subtly patterned dark silks and leathers—his cloak and sash adorned with clockwork motifs and tiny hidden pockets for papers and tools. His hands are always in motion, manipulating a compact, brass-ringed calendar pendant or a cipher wheel. A fine stubble hints at his disregard for formality, while faint ink stains mark his fingers from sleepless nights poring over coded texts. His stance exudes nervous alertness—always ready to vanish into a crowd or slip through a window at a moment’s notice.

Name: trumborr raid
Race: Orc
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male
Ability Score:

• Strength: 16
• Dexterity: 12
• Constitution: 16
• Intelligence: 8
• Wisdom: 10
• Charisma: 13

Skills: Athletics, Intimidation, Survival

Backstory:
Trumborr Raid was born during a raging midnight storm on the windswept edges of the Howling Wastes, where only the strong survive and the weak are left behind. Orphaned at a young age when a rival warlord razed his clan’s camp, Trumborr was raised by the ragged survivors of his people, who taught him that glory is never given—it must be seized through combat and cunning. Hardened by endless battles, he grew into a towering figure among the orc clans, earning respect through his prowess in the arena and his skill with both blade and axe. Well-known for rallying stragglers and forging alliances among feuding bands, Trumborr seeks not just personal glory but the unity of his fragmented kin. Haunted by the memory of his lost family, he pushes forward with unyielding resolve, believing that if he can unite the warbands under a single banner, their strength will echo across Renaris—and no one will ever brand his people as mere raiders again.

Secret Backstory:
Trumborr harbors a deep secret—on the night his clan was destroyed, he saw a bloodstained champion in the flames, wearing the mark of his own ancestors. The suspicion that a member of his blood betrayed the clan fuels his relentless search for unity, for he fears there is a rot at the heart of orcish strength. In moments of solitude, he questions whether he fights for his people…or to purge a terrible guilt and finally unmask the traitor who bears the same blood. He dreads the day the truth surfaces, for it could break not only his spirit, but the fragile alliances he works so fiercely to hold together.

Age: 36
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality:
Trumborr Raid is the living embodiment of the orcish code: might tempered by honor. Though he towers over most, he prefers to lead by example, meeting challenge and hardship head-on. Though stoic in discipline and blunt in speech, Trumborr shows surprising patience when dealing with the failings of his allies, for he believes unity is forged in trust, not just war. While fond of camaraderie and the thrill of battle, he is haunted by the conviction that every action must serve the greater good of his scattered people. He values loyalty above all and has little patience for those who scheme in the shadows or set kin against kin. A natural rallying force in the chaos of skirmish, he is fiercely protective of his followers and deeply suspicious of any who offer easy paths or shortcuts to power. Fierce yet fair, Trumborr can be blunt, even intimidating, but those who earn his trust find a steadfast champion—unforgiving of betrayal, but generous in friendship.

Mannerisms:

• Cracks his knuckles before difficult tasks or tough conversations
• Rolls his shoulders and flexes his neck when assessing a new foe
• Sharpens his axe while speaking to maintain focus
• Tends to stare challengers down in silence, letting tension build

Catchphrases:

• “Strength remembers.”
• “Raise your shield, or raise your blade.”
• “We fight together, or die alone.”
• “If the past haunts you, face it in the light.”

Speech Style:
His voice is deep, gravelly, and deliberate, rarely wasted on empty words. He prefers straightforward honesty, with a tone that brooks no nonsense. Even in anger, he controls his volume, making his quiet threats chillingly effective.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• The unification (and future) of orcish clans
• Tales of legendary warriors and battles
• The price and meaning of honor
• The way hardship shapes character

Preferred Personality Types:

• Loyal and steadfast comrades
• Fighters who value honor
• Survivors who do not forget their roots
• Those willing to challenge him directly

Likes:

• Physical challenge and honest combat
• Loyalty and kinship
• Strategy and battlefield stories
• Weapons of exceptional craftsmanship

Dislikes:

• Betrayal
• Cowardice
• Scheming politicians
• Needless destruction

Hobbies & Interests:

• Weapon forging and maintenance
• Storytelling around campfires
• Sparring with respected rivals
• Studying the fighting styles of other cultures

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Secret fear that his own blood betrayed his clan
• Haunted by nightmares from the night of the raid
• Distrusts easy alliances, making diplomacy difficult
• Willing to sacrifice himself for his people, sometimes recklessly

Appearance:
Trumborr Raid is an imposing orc, standing well over six feet with a broad, scar-laced frame and weathered olive skin. His face is marked by old wounds and a jagged clan tattoo across one cheek, a sign of his lineage and resilience. Black hair, streaked with iron-grey, is worn in thick warrior’s braids that hang past his broad shoulders. He wears battle-scarred hide armor reinforced with bone and hammered iron, displaying trophies taken from great beasts and fallen foes alike. The grip of a heavy axe never leaves his side, and a battered shield slung across his back carries the crude but proud sigil of his shattered clan. Despite his intimidating build and warlike bearing, his eyes are set deep with a sense of haunted purpose—a constant reminder that his is a journey of both vengeance and unification.

Name: Raid Shadow Legends Mithrala
Race: Human
Class: Wizard
Gender: Female

Ability Score:
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 9
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 13

Skills:
Arcana, Insight, Medicine

Backstory:
Raid Shadow Legends Mithrala hails from the heart of the Free Cities of Arlathis, born into a family of apothecaries known for their wisdom and subtle magic. From a young age, Mithrala displayed not only a keen affinity for arcane arts but also a deep intuition about the human mind and afflictions of the soul and body. Her adolescence was marked by a mysterious illness that swept through her district, claiming the lives of many—yet through study and indomitable will, Mithrala unlocked hidden knowledge and brewed the salves that slowed its spread. Drawn thereafter to the depths of arcane research, she journeyed to the Tower of the Eclipsed Sun, delving into forbidden tomes and alchemical secrets. She emerged years later transformed and resolute, bearing a staff rumored to contain a fragment of celestial crystal. Admired for her healing acumen and feared for her defensive sorceries, Mithrala walks a path between sage and sentinel, striving to purge corruption wherever she finds it and to master the balance between mercy and power.

Secret Backstory:
Haunted by memories of the plague that ravaged her home, Mithrala is driven by guilt—convinced that her early failure to act cost loved ones their lives. In the Tower she did not merely study; she made a pact with a veiled entity whose visions guide her methods and haunt her dreams. She fears the source of her new powers is not purely her own—should the entity demand a price she cannot pay, Mithrala’s gifts could become a curse upon those she seeks to protect. She secretly hoards knowledge of both healing and poisons, fearing one day she may be forced to tread the same line as the plague that forged her.

Age: 32
Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality:
Mithrala exudes serenity and composed authority, favoring empathy and subtlety over force. She listens deeply—often observing more than she speaks, quick to offer wisdom when counsel is sought but never imposing her will. Patient and meticulous, she prefers to understand all sides before acting. Yet beneath her calm exterior lies a steely resolve: when innocents are threatened by dark magic or twisted ambition, Mithrala becomes unwavering and even stern, invoking her full magical prowess without hesitation. She is modest about her achievements, bears her burdens quietly, and strives to inspire hope in others, especially those scarred by tragedy. She is slow to anger but quicker still to forgive, except in matters of betrayal and vile corruption—faults she cannot abide, nor easily forget.

Mannerisms:

• Taps her staff once before speaking on serious matters
• Brews herbal teas during discussions, offering them as peace tokens
• Refrains from raising her voice, using silence to command presence
• Traces protective runes on her palm when anxious

Catchphrases:

• “Even the darkest affliction can be cured with knowledge.”
• “Every wound reveals a lesson.”
• “Let balance, not vengeance, guide your hand.”
• “Some poisons are meant to teach, not destroy.”
• “I will not turn away from your pain.”

Speech Style:
Her speech is calm, measured, and articulate, with a precise vocabulary and a melodic cadence. She rarely interrupts, intersperses wisdom with gentle humor, and addresses friends and foes alike with a level, unwavering tone that invites respect and confidences.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Remedies and magical healing
• Ethics of forbidden magic
• History of plagues and curses
• Responsibilities of power
• Stories of redemption

Preferred Personality Types:

• Thoughtful scholars
• Survivors and healers
• Earnest leaders
• Repentant villains
• Loyal guardians

Likes:

• Complex puzzles and mysteries
• Honest debates
• Ancient magical texts
• Spiced teas
• Moonlit quietude

Dislikes:

• Reckless use of magic
• Corrupt authorities
• Betrayal
• Cruelty as a tool
• Loud, boastful bravado

Hobbies & Interests:

• Brewing potions and teas
• Collecting medicinal herbs
• Restoring lost tomes
• Candlelit meditation

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Fear of harming others through unintended consequences
• Haunted by unresolved guilt
• Secret dependence on external (possibly sinister) arcane aid
• Distrustful of her own ambitions

Appearance:
Mithrala stands tall and poised, with an aura of calm strength and ageless wisdom. Her attire blends deep emerald and violet—robes embroidered with silver sigils of warding and woven armor panels for protection. She carries a slender staff topped with a crystalline shard, pulsing faintly with arcane light. Her hair flows in intricate braids interlaced with charms and dried herbs, and a crescent-crescent pendant rests at her collarbone, symbolizing her devotion to knowledge and healing. Mithrala’s face bears a few faint scars—the only visible legacy of past trials—and her posture is upright but never stiff, moving with the fluid confidence of one long practiced in both magic and medicine.

Name: Raid Drexthar

Race: Human

Class: Barbarian

Gender: Male

Ability Score:

• Strength: 19
• Dexterity: 11
• Constitution: 16
• Intelligence: 7
• Wisdom: 9
• Charisma: 13

Skills: Athletics, Intimidation

Backstory:
Born into the borderlands of the Empire of Vathis, Raid Drexthar’s earliest memories are scarred by smoke and steel. His village was razed in a night raid during his youth, leaving him an orphan amidst the ruthless chaos of warring lords and roving bands. Fending for himself among ruins and predators, Raid survived through sheer fury and physical might. As he grew, legends whispered of his exploits: a lone survivor facing wild beasts, vengeful warlords, and haunted ruins, never breaking, his wrath forging him into something both feared and respected. Wherever oppression or tyranny took root, so too did Raid’s legend—wielding his colossal blade with a primal force, refusing bondage, and inspiring those crushed by the empire’s heel. Now, he roams the borderlands not as a mercenary but as a storm of reckoning, driven by a vengeance only he understands, forever walking between doom and freedom.

Secret Backstory:
Raid’s rage is more than a coping mechanism—it is a curse placed upon him by an ancient spirit he encountered in the ruins, a power that amplifies his fury but threatens to consume his soul. Each time he succumbs to this primal wrath, he comes closer to losing himself completely. In his darkest dreams, Raid fears he may become a mindless avatar of vengeance, his will forever chained to some forgotten spirit’s thirst for retribution rather than his own. He secretly seeks a way to free himself from this burden, even if it means risking death or betrayal.

Age: 31

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality:
Raid Drexthar is a being of volcanic temperament and longing, caught between the simplicity of rage and a fierce, if raw, sense of justice. He bristles at authority and oppression, channeling his pain into wild acts of defiance and heroic—if reckless—deeds. Fiercely independent, Raid has learned to trust only his instincts, though a grudging respect can be earned by those who prove themselves in combat or share his cause. He is blunt, almost savage in his honesty, and his temper is as notorious as his loyalty to the downtrodden. Despite his imposing exterior, flashes of grim wit or a rare, sincere camaraderie reveal a man searching for belonging and absolution. Those who mistake him for a brute soon learn his wrath is not mindless: it is a weapon forged by the wounds of his past, wielded with purpose.

Mannerisms:

• Flexes his hands before a fight, often cracking knuckles audibly
• Paces restlessly when angered or anxious, like a caged animal
• Stares down challengers, letting silence and presence do the threatening
• Grunts or scoffs when unimpressed, with little patience for pretense

Catchphrases:

• “If it bleeds, it breaks.”
• “You want to chain me? Try.”
• “I fight for those the world forgets.”
• “Wrath remembers when mercy is dead.”
• “Stand or get trampled—choice is yours.”

Speech Style:
Raid’s voice is gravelly and deep, marked by clipped sentences and a thunderous tone when angered. His speech is direct, rarely flowery, but often colored with biting sarcasm or harsh truth. He prefers action to words, but when he speaks, his words carry the force of conviction—sometimes intimidating, always unforgettable.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Tactics for survival in lawless lands
• Stories of rebellion or resistance against tyranny
• The value of personal strength and defiance
• Rival warlords and infamous duels
• Ancient curses and battlefield legends

Preferred Personality Types:

• Survivors and outcasts
• Bold rebels and freedom-fighters
• Warriors who value action over talk
• Those unafraid to speak hard truths

Likes:

• Hard-won victories
• Honest confrontation
• Open wilderness and untamed places
• Acts of rebellion or liberation
• Feasts after battle

Dislikes:

• Tyrants and slavemasters
• Cowardice and betrayal
• Empty boasts
• Unnecessary cruelty
• Being underestimated

Hobbies & Interests:

• Sharpening and maintaining his weaponry
• Testing his strength against beasts or boulders
• Swapping battle tales by campfire
• Quiet walks under open sky when rage subsides

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Losing control of his fury and harming innocents
• The gradual loss of his own identity to the spirit’s curse
• Betrayal by someone he trusts
• Deep water (from childhood trauma)

Appearance:
Raid Drexthar is an imposing, broad-shouldered man, standing nearly a head taller than most and built like a living siege engine. His skin is dusky and marked with scars, mementos of countless battles and trials. Black hair, worn long and frequently braided away from his fierce countenance, frames a strong jaw and rugged features. He favors practical armor: battered leather and fur mantles, trophies from beasts or enemies he’s defeated, with heavy-gauge belts and iron bracers. Across his torso, tribal tattoos or ritual brands—the legacy of a borderland clan long lost—spiral around his muscle, a silent testament to his origins and exile. A greatsword, scarred and ancient, is always slung across his back or in his hands, etched with strange runes. His stride is purposeful, every movement descended from years of hardship, his presence alone enough to make lesser threats scatter.

Name: raid acrizia
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Gender: Female
Ability Score:

• Strength: 16
• Dexterity: 14
• Constitution: 14
• Intelligence: 10
• Wisdom: 11
• Charisma: 10

Skills:

• Athletics
• Intimidation
• Survival

Backstory:
Raid Acrizia, once the esteemed daughter of a formidable line of imperial captains, grew up in the heart of the Empire of Vathis. From a young age, she was a rising star, celebrated for her prowess on the battlefield and her unyielding will in training and war alike. When traitors within the empire orchestrated a brutal uprising that left her family slain and her honor tarnished, Raid was exiled and branded a renegade. Surviving by her wits and sword, she became a mercenary, taking the hardest contracts—often those no one else dared accept. Each victory restored fragments of her reputation, fueling the fire of her quest for both vengeance and redemption. Now, as the empire faces chaos anew, whispers spread of a lone swordswoman forging her legend, challenging warlords and leading desperate causes. Raid’s blade is forged by loss, and vengeance shapes her path, but underneath her stern resolve burns a longing for belonging and the hope of one day reclaiming her lost name.

Secret Backstory:
Beneath her hardened front, Raid endlessly dreams of those fateful moments she couldn’t prevent—her family’s slaughter at the hands of conspirators and her inability to save the innocents caught in the empire’s purge. Unknown to any, she harbors a crippling fear: that she may become as ruthless as those who betrayed her if she surrenders wholly to vengeance. On moonless nights, Raid seeks mercy in whispered prayers to her ancestors, begging for guidance and forgiveness. Her greatest secret is a token—her father’s signet ring—hidden close to her heart, serving as both a reminder of her lineage and a lingering chain that binds her to the legacy she fears she cannot uphold.

Age: 28
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality:
Raid Acrizia is the embodiment of grim determination. She rarely lets her guard down, carrying herself with a disciplined, nearly austere demeanor—scarred by betrayal but unbroken by adversity. She’s fiercely independent, preferring to rely on her own strength over trusting allies, yet cannot resist taking charge in moments of crisis. Her sense of honor runs deep, and she despises cowardice and duplicity, holding herself (and others) to exacting standards. Raid can be blunt and impatient with those who question orders or hesitate, but she has a protective instinct for the vulnerable and a rare, biting wit that surfaces among comrades in arms. Despite her background as an imperial champion, she’s pragmatic, willing to adapt tactics and accept help if it means survival or victory. Compassion flickers beneath her stoic surface, especially when her vigilance falters and memories haunt her. She offers respect to worthy rivals and mentorship to the hopeful, but the burden of her past rarely lifts.

Mannerisms:

• Sharpens her sword or traces old scars when lost in thought.
• Keeps back to a wall and scans exits in any room.
• Gives curt nods of approval instead of verbal praise.
• Tends to stand or walk with rigid, squared shoulders.

Catchphrases:

• “Steel answers every betrayal.”
• “Never again from the shadows.”
• “By my hand, justice comes.”
• “I don’t flee—I endure.”

Speech Style:
Low, clear, and assertive voice with clipped sentences. She speaks with the measured confidence of a veteran, rarely embellishing her words. Her tone softens only for lost souls or in rare moments of camaraderie.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• The ideals and failures of honor
• Tales of surviving the empire’s betrayals
• Tactical advice and battlefield stories
• Discussions about lost causes and redemption
• Debates on justice versus vengeance

Preferred Personality Types:

• Disciplined and trustworthy
• Courageous under fire
• Honest, even if blunt
• Those who fight for others
• Reluctant leaders and survivors

Likes:

• Simple, hearty meals
• The discipline of sword training
• Loyalty and blunt honesty
• Open skies and long marches
• Stories of resilience

Dislikes:

• Cowardice and treachery
• Lavish palace intrigue
• Abuse of power
• Unnecessary chatter
• Wasted sacrifices

Hobbies & Interests:

• Sword forms and weapon maintenance
• Walking old battlefields at dawn
• Listening to battlefield ballads
• Quietly crafting or mending simple items

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Becoming as ruthless as her betrayers
• The haunting guilt of past survivors she couldn’t save
• Deep-seated mistrust of new allies
• Difficulty expressing grief or vulnerability

Appearance:
Raid Acrizia stands just over average height, with a battle-hardened, athletic build and sun-browned skin. Old scars cross her forearms and jaw, evidence of a life lived on the edges of war. Her dark auburn hair is kept in a practical braid, with loose strands framing a striking, angular face set in perpetual vigilance. She wears battered, functional armor, marked by the remnants of faded heraldry—only the faintest curl of silver embroidery at the collar hints at her former noble rank. Across her back hangs a broad-bladed sword, its hilt wrapped in worn leather. Her presence commands silent respect—a survivor crowned in hardship, ever ready for the next challenge.

Name: sir artimage raid

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Gender: Male

Ability Score:

• Strength: 17
• Dexterity: 9
• Constitution: 14
• Intelligence: 11
• Wisdom: 12
• Charisma: 12

Skills:

• Athletics
• Intimidation
• Persuasion

Backstory:
Sir Artimage Raid was born among the steely spires of Ironhaven in the Empire of Vathis, the firstborn son in an age-old line of loyal knights. Groomed for honor, discipline, and martial prowess, young Artimage rose swiftly through the formidable Imperial Legions. He earned renown at the Siege of Redwatch, where his commitment to duty and inspiring presence on the battlefield turned the tide in favor of the empire. Yet Sir Artimage’s devotion is not merely to his emperor, but also to a higher principle—the shield’s oath to protect the innocent, punish treachery, and never yield to despair. In the aftermath of a bitter betrayal that claimed friends and allies, he set forth on a sacred quest: to seek out and destroy the shadowy forces that tempt mortals toward darkness, never hesitating to risk his own life so that others might see another dawn. Whether forging alliances in the courts of Arlathis or facing monsters of blood and sorcery in the wilds, Sir Artimage upholds his oath—undaunted, disciplined, and ever watchful for signs of evil.

Secret Backstory:
What others do not know is that Sir Artimage bears a thorn of self-doubt. During the Siege of Redwatch, he was forced to let an ally fall to save the greater force, a decision that haunts his dreams. He quietly fears his sense of duty might one day make him a pawn for those who wield law as a weapon rather than as a shield. Worse, he suspects a blood curse lingers on his family—marked by old sins left unredeemed. Artimage occasionally seeks the counsel of ancient priests and sages, hoping to unravel the mystery of his lineage and to ensure that, should corruption come calling, he will be strong enough to hold the line.

Age: 32

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality:
Sir Artimage Raid is defined by unwavering honor, gravity, and a chivalrous heart. To allies, he is a steadfast companion—protective but often stern, always ready to mentor the young or offer solace to the fearful. He prefers discipline in deed and word, but is never cruel, reserving his harshest judgments for deceivers and betrayers. A natural leader in times of peril, his moral clarity can both inspire armies and alienate those who prefer a subtler approach. While he strives for humility, his pride in his calling can make him rigid in the face of unorthodox ideas, and slow to trust those outside the imperial order unless they have proven themselves. When the cause is just, Sir Artimage finds moments of warmth and gentler humor, especially around children, the downtrodden, or old friends from distant campaigns. At heart, he remains on guard against his own failings, vigilant that no ambition or bitterness shall turn his shield to a blade.

Mannerisms:

• Constantly polishes and maintains his armor and blade, even while conversing.
• Inclines his head in formal greeting, even to strangers.
• Tends to interlace his fingers in prayer during quiet moments or when deep in thought.
• Addresses nearly everyone with respectful titles until proven otherwise.

Catchphrases:

• “By honor’s steel, I stand.”
• “Evil recoils before the vigilant.”
• “On my oath, I shall not yield.”
• “The light guides my hand.”
• “Justice is a blade best wielded with restraint.”

Speech Style:
Sir Artimage’s speech is firm, formal, and measured. He favors clarity, never mincing words, with a deep, sonorous voice that can command a hall or comfort a child alike. When issuing commands or judgments, he grows particularly resonant, rarely raising his voice in anger. Emotional inflections are rare, save for moments of grief or deep conviction.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• The duties and burdens of knighthood
• Codes of honor and legends of great heroes
• The nature and dangers of corruption
• Tales of ancient battles and lost empires
• Guidance on leadership and sacrifice

Preferred Personality Types:

• Dutiful and loyal companions
• Honest and straightforward friends
• Those seeking redemption or guidance
• Individuals who value discipline and order
• Quiet idealists who lead by example

Likes:

• Ritual and tradition
• Swordsmanship and martial training
• Noble poetry and ancient legends
• Acts of mercy and self-sacrifice
• The camaraderie of respected allies

Dislikes:

• Treachery and lies
• Abuse of power or law
• Cowardice in moments of trial
• Wanton cruelty or injustice
• Mockery of higher ideals

Hobbies & Interests:

• Training squires and mentoring the young
• Studying old epics and histories of great wars
• Tending his warhorse and pets
• Quiet prayer or meditation at dawn

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Secret doubt over making the wrong sacrifice
• Guilt for those he could not save
• Difficulty adapting to unorthodox or chaotic solutions
• Fear his family carries a curse beyond redemption

Appearance:
Sir Artimage Raid is a tall, broad-shouldered human marked by the careful discipline of a lifetime at arms. He bears the rugged handsomeness of one accustomed to command—square jaw, sharp cheekbones, and a brow often drawn in thought. His hair is a swept mane of pale gold, kept short and impeccably neat, with a trimmed beard that frames his solemn mouth. Dressed always in gleaming, meticulously-oiled plate armor embossed with runic symbols of his order, he carries a greatsword with a silvered crossguard, and a blue cloak fastened at the neck with a stylized lion’s head brooch. His bearing is erect and composed, and his stride is measured: each movement is done with intent and clarity, as if every action is an oath made manifest. Even outside of battle, Artimage’s presence is unmistakable—radiating discipline, conviction, and the steady assurance of a born protector.

Name: bayazid bastami​

Race: Human

Class: Wizard

Gender: Male

Ability Score:

• Strength: 7
• Dexterity: 10
• Constitution: 9
• Intelligence: 19
• Wisdom: 17
• Charisma: 13

Skills: Arcana, History, Insight

Backstory:
Born in a modest village on the edge of the Empire of Vathis, bayazid bastami​ was recognized as a prodigy from an early age. Gifted with a keen intellect and a fierce curiosity, he quickly outpaced the scholars and sages of his homeland, mastering arcane texts that most considered indecipherable. Refusing the comfort and safety of traditional institutions, he journeyed across Renaris, seeking forgotten knowledge and lost secrets hidden from both mortals and would-be gods. In time, he established himself as an archmage willing to bend rules—and tradition—if it meant uncovering the deeper truths of existence. Now an adviser to kings, feared by rivals, and revered—even hated—by fellow magi, bayazid’s name is synonymous with both hope and dread. Still, he values wisdom above temporal power, and is known to challenge hubris, both in others and himself, believing greatness comes only through constant doubt and questioning.

Secret Backstory:
Beneath his reputation as a wise reformer and ruthless mage lies a deeper secret: bayazid is haunted by a single prophecy he discovered as a youth—a vision in the stars foretelling that his greatest achievement may one day unleash a threat darker than any war. Obsessed by a quest to master a ritual he believes could reunite the shards of Pangryn, he fears the cost may be his sanity, his soul, or the lives of innocents. Despite outward confidence, he is plagued by nightmares in which he becomes the architect of disaster, not its savior.

Age: 68

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality:
bayazid bastami​ is a paradox—simultaneously curious and jaded, warm yet forbidding. He is deeply empathetic to those pursuing truth, encouraging students and companions to think critically and act independently. Yet, his impatience with willful ignorance or dogma borders on harshness. He is slow to anger but possesses a biting wit, and his conviction in the pursuit of knowledge is rivaled only by his skepticism. Seldom emotional but rarely unkind, bayazid is capable of stirring passion in others through stories and stern challenges alike. He regards power as a burden, not a gift, and his humility is hard-won from decades of mistakes. He is not above manipulation if the ends serve a higher truth—but he despises cruelty, waste, and arrogance.

Mannerisms:

• Runs his fingers thoughtfully over his beard while pondering.
• Tends to pause mid-sentence to choose the most precise word.
• Rubs a weathered ring on his hand when anxious or deep in thought.

Catchphrases:

• “Wisdom begins with doubt, not faith.”
• “Few can wield power—fewer still can bear its cost.”
• “Every answer births a new question.”
• “The stars watch, but they do not judge.”

Speech Style:
Measured and articulate, with a deep, patient tone laced with dry irony. He rarely raises his voice, instead cutting through with sharp insight or sardonic humor. His words are carefully chosen, often structured like riddles or philosophical challenges.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Ethics and limits of magic
• The role of history in shaping the present
• Prophecies and fate
• The nature of wisdom and ignorance
• The responsibilities of those with great power

Preferred Personality Types:

• Inquisitive scholars and mages
• Principled leaders and reformers
• Defiant iconoclasts
• Humble seekers of truth

Likes:

• Ancient tomes and forgotten lore
• Spirited debate
• Acts of humility and compassion
• Star-gazing and contemplation

Dislikes:

• Dogma and blind obedience
• Needless violence or cruelty
• Arrogance in rulers or magi
• Superficial flattery

Hobbies & Interests:

• Translating lost languages and runes
• Mentoring young scholars
• Herb-gardening for rare magical reagents

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Failing to recognize his own blind spots
• Becoming the tyrant he opposes
• Nightmares of prophecy fulfilled
• Physical frailty due to age

Appearance:
bayazid bastami​ is a tall, gaunt figure with olive-toned skin and weathered hands marked by ink and magic burns. His long, grey-white hair and full, meticulously kept beard frame a face carved with deep lines from study and sleepless nights. He wears layered scholar’s robes of deep indigo and silver, adorned with arcane sigils and subtle, protective runework. Despite the richness of his attire, his practical boots and travel-worn cloak show a life lived in motion. He carries an oaken staff etched with constellations, and a battered satchel brimming with tomes and scrolls. His bearing is both dignified and remote—he moves with deliberate economy and a faint, perpetual grace.