Scott's Deceased Characters:
The man, the hero, the paranoid Mirumoto Rei!
Race: Human, Dragon Clan
Class: level 6 Samurai
Age: 19
Height: 6'4 (tall japanese guy, go figure)
Gender: Male
Hair: Long and black
Weight: 216
Eyes: Light brown
Sanity: Tenious
Handedness: Yes (ambidextrous)
Personality: He was as honorable as any neutral good samurai could be. This, however, did not prevent him from being
paranoid about evil spirits. The paranoia did sometimes compromise the usual samurai behavior, but his battle prowess (at
level six, mind you), bravery and tenacity more than made up for it. He was always the first to volunteer, and only ran if
he was commanded to.
History: Before Ithidor Island, Mirumoto Rei was from the Eastern Continent, specifically from the Dragon Clan territory.
His original family was the Tamori family, but his daisho seemed to lead him from them. The fact that they had just pledged
allegiance to the evil Spirit Emporer Han-Tei eased this. He found his new lord and home with the Mirumoto family who found
his bravery, simple charm and tenacity exceptional. To prove his worth, he was sent to Ithidor Island by the command of hte
government. He was the reinforcements for the troubled Koga family. From here, the campaign log and history should be sufficient.
Morito Sano, we knew you much and loved you more.
Name: Morito Sano
Race: Human, clanless
Class: level four rogue, level three fighter
Age: 20
Height: 5'6
Hair: Black and shoulder length
Gender: Male
Weight: 114
Eyes: Two... erm, dark brown
Handedness: Dominantly left, but ambidextrous
Personality: He got the job done. Whatever worked best, he would try it. He tried to do a little bit of everything, with
rarely bothering to learn how. Honor meant little to him, and gold meant more. He believed valuable objects could save a life,
if allowed to be used. While often hyper and comical in behavior, he proved himself effective and got taken advantage of by
anyone who could snag him.
History: Sano came from a poor village in Ithidor that had the miracle of three psions born around the same time as him.
He became something of their caretaker and protector as they traveled. Their travels led them to the Forgotten Valley of Ithidor
during one of the seasons it was accessable. This valley soon spelled death for his three companions, but stolidly refused
to use the other twenty-six letters in its name. The first town contained a witch hunter, which caused Sano to flee, along
with his other companions. Everyone got seperated and only Sano lived. Sano soon traveled to the soutern towers of the Forgotten
Valley and was recruited as a scout to investage. He and several other recruits investigated the southern tainted lands on
missions. While back on one for supplies (which happened often), he helped defend the town and towers from a peasant rebellion.
His section and the Keep were the only ones that really survived, though a fire did fix that. This fire revealed a wonderful
new thing to Sano: the Zweihander. The Zweihander he found soon became his favorite weapon simply because nothing could survive
more than a few hits from it. He was unable to use it to its full effect, and his skills were designed for smaller, stealthier
weapons, but he didn't care. It got the job done. After this, his group travelled to a Naga temple, where he died valiantly
in battle against the forces of evil, who tried to defeat the Nagas. Unfortunately for him, he was still in the middle of
the army when he switched sides. Stupid party members...
Presenting the one, the only.... SELHE TELLORI!
Race: High Elf
Class: level 8 Chaos Mage, formerly a Ranger
Age: 153
Sanity; no thanks.
Height: 5'2
Hair: Long and Blonde, he's an elf, go figure
Gender: Male
Weight: he's an elf! We're just lucky that when he lost his muscle he didn't have to be bolted down when the wind picked
up!!!
Eyes: O.o... my sheet says "Still got 'em"
Handedness: Right
Personality/History: Selhe Tellori was a freakin' spaz. To add to that, he was reckless and did not know how to stop.
His best defense was a crazy offense filled with spells until he passed out or died, or both (or, according to him, all three).
Of course, he also had amnesia and was attacked by a chicken, stoned and fell into a pool. A POOL OF CHAOS, that is. This
made him the first chaos mage. Already, his former quirky behavior had been augmented by his steps along his path of chaos.
Insanity paid off, until death.
History: Before falling into the pool of chaos, Selhe was a mounted ranger in the Elven army. His rank was low but he
was an effective scout and warrior. He travelled alot after his trip into chaos and re-joined the Elf army. His skills were
employed at Hope's End, where he fell victim to a T-Rex bite. But he took it with him! How's them apples, suckah?!
The grumpiest good guy in years: Warren Ted.
Name: Warren Ted (pun intended.)
Race: Plain ol' Human.
Class: Magician
Height: 6 feet tall (mages gotta be tall. It's in the rulebook)
Gender: Male, because I refuse to pretend I can be anything else. Y chromosome is there for a reason, thankyouverymuch.
Hair: Brown, cut short and covered by a hat. There are also patches missing when the hat gets hungry. After reincarnation
Weight: Enough Eyes: Two. No more, no less
Sanity: Only after the morning coffee.
Handedness: Lefty
Personality: Once, a more respectful, kind and generally generous man, he has had friend after friend die in front of him.
That has made him more than a little cynical and grumpy. He tends to be impatient, rude, brusque but always works for the
greater good. Despite the fact that he has been travelling for roughly eleven years now, he still respects and loves his family
and feels guilty for the supposed death of his sister, Sedaya Ted (again, pun intended). History: Previously a traveller of
some ten years, Warren did fairly little other than adventure, play his mandolin for cash and teach. When the magic was revoked,
he sought to teach his newer, though unreliable, methods of casting. He travelled Londar and the nearby lands in his signature
carriage that was given to him from some gypsy friends. Currently, Warren is in the service of the Goddess Mystra, acting
as her Magister and performing good deeds in her name, blah blah blah. Since entering her service, he has had more of his
companions die than ever before, and he groups one of his sisters into this catagory. Among the deeds that have lost him friends
are the slaying of a dragon, a strike at Lathiari/Radamanthus, and generally the other assorted accidentures (accidents+adventures
mind you) an adventurer encounters. Within the last two weeks, he has finally returned home for the funeral of his sister,
Sedaya and spent time with his efferfescent older brother, N. Flay Ted and older sister, A. Bree V. A. Ted. There are two
more Teds wandering the countryside, the renegade soldier Juan Ted (again, pun intended) and the much teased Ton Ted. How
he died: Met Lathiari in a dark alleyway. Well, except for the dark alleyway part, its pretty accurate.
