Character Info:
Name: Soriel
Age: 21
Gender: F
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Warlock
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 180 lbs
Orientation: Bi
Status: Single

Stats:
[STR] 8
[DEX] 14
[CON] 13
[INT] 10
[WIS] 12
[CHA] 17


Personality:

[ + ] 3 positives:
+ Dutiful
+ Quick-Witted
+ Protective

[ = ] 3 neutral: (optional)
= Frugal
= Self-Reliant
= Sarcastic

[ - ] 3 negatives:
x Standoffish
x Blunt
x Deceiving

History/Backstory/Summary/etc:

Before happening upon the guild by a stroke of good luck, much of Soriel’s life had been solitary and nomadic. After leaving her birthclan, she wandered around on odd jobs, often guarding traveling caravans in exchange for transportation. Out of money and tired of scrounging around the streets on odd jobs, she found herself knocking on the well-worn doors of the Gilded Mists. While she initially hoped for nothing more than a roof over her head and enough money for a few days’ travel, she’s made herself at home.

Soriel is by no means a typical Dragonborn. Between her short stature, odd coloration, and untraceable accent, she finds it difficult to avoid attention. Though she can deflect skepticism with practiced ease, Soriel is not above deceiving others to get what she wants. However, she will also place those she cares about above all else, even going as far as committing cruel acts to ensure that her companions are safe. Her hands are far from clean but that doesn’t seem to bother her. In her life, good-natured favors have been few and far between, so nearly any act of goodwill places you in high regard. While her days in the guild are still few, she hopes that this will finally be a place where she belongs.

Likes/Dislikes:

[ + ] At least 3 likes:

+ Well-crafted weaponry
+ Soft things (Often shreds them accidentally with her claws / scales and is subsequently mopey about it)
+ The smell of burning wood (pine in particular)

[ - ] At least 3 dislikes:

x Rainy weather
x Sleeping around others
x Wolves / Large dogs

Trivia:

+ She’s out of practice, but she is quite skillful at forging small weapons and accessories.
+ As the mark of her pact, her eyes become emerald green / slightly luminescent when she taps into Dendar’s power.
+ Her scarf is the only remaining article of clothing she has from her homeclan, and she treasures it dearly.
+ Her patron’s dagger grips those it wounds in a nightmarish coma until they die. Thus far, she’s only used it to make ritual sacrifices of monsters and animals. While it is a very lethal weapon, it is useless in combat due to its poor balance. It sometimes whispers violent and cruel desires.
+ Though she does technically still hold the deed for her childhood home and forge, the encampment has been reclaimed by the wilderness. All that remains are overgrown ruins.
+ Due to the fact that she’s traveled from a young age, she has an odd lilt to her voice that is assumedly a conglomeration of many accents.


Inventory:
Weapon: Light Shortbow
Armor: Leather Robes
Other: Dendar’s Fang (Ceremonial Dagger of Dendar)