Neverwinter Nights. Charecter Bios.

[Jake]

Thought it would be a nice idea to post our character's information and back story before we begin the NWN experience

Name: Fayde Hana
Age: 110
Height: 5"5' (1.6m)
Weight: 8.6st (120lbs)
Age: 28
Race: Elven
Class: Sorcerer
Alignment: Lawful Good
Hometown: Small Moon Village

Information:
-Grew up in Small Moon with her Mother, Father and younger Sister.
-Lived by the ocean.
-Aspired to be a great Sorcerer and fight for Neverwinter.
-Loved in her village for her magical abilities.
-Often traveled to Neverwinter.
-Leads journeys for others to go to Neverwinter.
-Confident, Nimble, Agile, Flexible, Happy, Social, Friendly, Talented, Beautiful.

((edited slightly))

[Ves]

There was a brief flash of steel in the gloom beneath the tavern table, followed by a faint ‘clink’ of coin hitting coin, as the shrouded figure meandered made it’s way through the common room. Dancing girls, tavern wenches, patrons and employees alike falling victim to the mysterious predator in their midst.

A few startled cries arose as some among the crowd noticed the absence of their purses and pouches which soon began to escalate into angry yells, curses and threats. Taking it’s lead from the mood of the room, the figure darted from the cover of the ale kegs and slipped neatly through the nearest window, a stray wisp of sea fog and a childish giggle serving as a calling card for it’s crime.

“Mathias! When did you get b- Ow!” squeaked the figure, a young gnome hanging by the ankle in the grip of a rough looking one-eyed sailor, as he was swung non-too gently against the wall

“I’ll ask the questions, and by Valkur you’ll answer honestly or I’ll toss you back in there. Now then, my coin bag is where?”

“Right here”

“Good, and what about my young lady friend here?” he ask, nodding to the young woman behind him.

“Here it is squire. Honest mistake, didn’t recognise you with the patch, last trip got a little rough eh? Yaargh!”

“I said I’d ask questions, you’d answer. Now then, would you prefer to spend the night in the cells of the watch, at the hands of those in there, or unconscious in this very alley?”

“Have mercy Mathias, I’d much prefe…” the rest cut off with a dull thud as the gnome plummeted head first into the ground.

“I’ve tried mercy, it’s soft and slimy. Very much like a gnome thief dropped from height onto a hard surface.” mocked the sailor as he bent to scoop up the remaining bags of coin from the gnome’s tavern haul “And should they find you here, they’ll not discover you with sign of your deeds, for I shall liberate you from such a burden. Fare thee well, young rogue, and better luck next time.”

(( Yeah I know, no character bio there, but I'm getting to it, honest ))

Name: Mathias Locke (Jnr)
Age: 35
Height: 5"9'
Weight: 12st
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hometown: Neverwinter (Docks District)

Information:
- Spent his youth as an apprentice locksmith
- Left Neverwinter at the age of 17 following trouble with the watch over his private lock-picking services
- After leaving the city he joined a band of travelling merchants to serve as a member of their guard routine
- Several seasons of travel over land turned into several years with the same merchant band as it took to the sea and journeyed up and down the Sword Coast
- Has since left the merchants (following a fierce battle with pirates) to continue his adventures, trading his skill with blade and lock pick for passage on ships and a share of the loot.
- Stranded in Neverwinter after the city closed it’s gates to contain the Wailing Death following more trouble with the watch
- Joined the Academy and offered his services to Lady Ariberth’s cause in order to have the charges of his recent ‘crime’ absolved

(( See, told ya :-P ))

[Kitmarch]

((Okay, I'll happily admit I don't have a bio for Richard the mage. I stole him wholesale (and kept the name to make the point). So you can just watch this instead.))