Please note none of your answers are hard and fast if you don't want them to be, the power of the Wiki makes this a handy way to mould your character and answers as you see fit as an idea forms for how, who and why you want to adventure.

Questions

Where were you born?

In the City Of Cauldron, near the lake at the bottom of Ash Avenue. We have a small apartment above slaughterhouse that we share with my grandparents(my mothers side), my grandmother makes clothes, and is renowned for being the best seamstress in the poor quarter, she makes enough money to support my mother and my grandfather with her business.

To whom where you born?

I do not know much of my father Robert, as he died while my mother Alysandra was giving birth to me. I am told he was away on business, he was a trader (So my mother tells me) and was often away for long periods of time.

He did not return until 6 months after I was born, It was in a back of an old cart almost non recognisble. An old trader friend of his said he found him hanging from a tree on a popular trade route, used by many a trader(and many an undsirable character too). Cut into his chest where the words

LIAR & THIEF

I have asked my mother many a time what this meant, all I get is silence or a shrug of the shoulders. I dont think my father got on with my mothers parents very well, reason being when I ask my grandparents about what happened to him, they just go on about how much of a lazy good for nothing he was and that "it was bound to happen sooner or later" and the money he did bring back was not from trading goods but from stealing from people.

Do you have any siblings?

I am an only child and support my mother along with my grandmother with what little "earnings" I can get.

Do you get along with your family?

My mother still lives in Cauldron with my grandparents(her mum and dad), I make a journey or send money to her as often as I can. She still lives in the apartment that I lived in as a child by the lake of Cauldron, She has been Ill for a long time now with breathing difficulties and is not getting any better. She requires proper medicine(the stuff she gets from the old quack in the poor quarter hardly works at all now).

What did your parent's do for a living?

My father was a trader of sorts I think, and was away for long periods of time, my mother has very few skills, but does take after her mother being able to sew reasonably well and help my grandmother with her clothing business.

When the campaign starts you have for some reason or other taken up the profession of Adventurer and have joined and an Adventuring Party, what has motivated you to take up this lifestyle?

Need to get away from Sassarine, Lifetime ambition to be an adventurer and to do so for an old friend.

Why do you feel the need to stand out from the crowd and be different?

As an adventurer you most probably do feel the need, but why.

What motivates you to act and change the environment around you?

In a way your average Adventurer can be quite the activist, why?

What physical traits do you have? And how did you get them? No need to restric yourslef to one answer.

Cut right ear
Scar on right cheek

What emotional/mental/social traits do you have? And of course why/how?

For example:

Shy
Exteroverted
Angry
Crazy
Compulsive truth teller
Womaniser
Heavy drinker
Tardy (as in late not! Doh!)
Reckless
Lazy
Phobic (A fear of the dark will make it very hard to play mind!)
Geeky
Loner
Party Animal
Tinkerer
Creative
History of family mental ilness
Plenty more you can think of

Good or Evil which are you?

Keep in mind we want non-evil alignments and if you choose to have a non-good alignment then please detail why your character feels that ambiguity.

What is good and evil? Why do you feel the way you do? Is that how you were brought up or has there been an incedent in your life to make you change your mind?

Law or Chaos, discuss.

Should the law be obeyed, if yes why, if not, why not? All the time? Some of the time? What if the law is wrong or evil?

What class is your first level?

Rogue

Do you have any treasured possesions and how did you come about them?

        Jeweled Dagger

What things are you good at?

        Athletics

Do you have a name?

Owyn.

How about a nickname?

None

Describe your appearance

18 years old, 5'5", dark brown hair, short cut, one ear badly cut and scar across cheek, dressed in simple clothing, not to tight so movement is easy. dark in colour. Favourite weapons. Daggers, Stileto, Bow

Any friends?

Billy who lives in Sasarinne with his wife and child at the Stormy Quays Inn. Havn't seen him for months though, he may be dead as far as I know like most of my other friends.

Religeous?

Have a god, why? Just the way you were brought up? Converted at some time? Just like the social life?

Hobbies

None at the moment, I dont get out much.

Any prejudices?

Rich people who make a show of how rich they are by showing of wearing expensive items.

Why are you now living in Sassarine?

I left home when I was 15, I hooked up with a few friends and went to seek pastures new, we all wanted to be adventures and make ourselves filthy rich. We got as far as Sassarine and that was it. Billy met a young lady who worked in a local Inn.

A few months after arriving in town. After that his spirit for adventure was quashed by his new love.

We saw him less and less over the comming months, he got her pregnant, was threatend by her father, that If he didnt marry her and get a job to support the two of them, that he would and I quote "Cut his balls of with a blunt knife and make him eat them until he bled to death". Suffice to say Billy did what he was told. Jak was a bit more unfortunate in his short life.

We met up with a Guy known as Jacob who told us we could make good money working for him, he said he would train us and put us up in our own apartment.

We did not ask as many questions as we should have really, and agreed, as our present situation was very poor, nowhere to live except on the streets, the only money we had was go from "scamming" the well to do folks on the street.

The two of us used to look for new folks arriving in town and relieve them of there belongings so as to make things easier to carry.

Jacob trained us in the art of a Rogue, first by training us over the rooftops of Sassarinne jumping and swinging from ledges, climbing up walls by using footholes, window ledges, and roof overhangs. By the time we were done I was extremly fit and nimble, this helped in our next task, weapons training.

We were tought how to use a stileto and daggers, for close combat, bows for attacking from range and how to block and roll away from lunges, to defend ourselves with whatever was availble in our surroundings, be it dirt in the eyes from the ground or by using debris littered around the streets, dustbin lids, bits of iron, wood ect.

Next was pickpocketing and then how to get rid of our "acquisitions", of course Jacob got his extortionate cut of 70%.

I exelled in training over the months and became very agile and quick in combat. Jacob was sorry to loose me from his employment, so sorry in fact that his "friends are still looking for me".

Jak on the other hand was not so good at his training, dont get me wrong he was profficient enough but in the end the lack of skills got him killed.

We where out one day on an errand for Jacob, we had to meet an acquaintance of his at the docks at noon to pick up a package and deliver the package to an Inn in the centre of town, no questions where asked about what was in the package.

Jak had a bad feeling about out task and did not want to go, I persuaded him that it would be ok and to stop worrying all the time. We met with the guy at the docks, he was extremly dodgy to say the least,at the time I thought that something was wrong as it well just wrong.

On the way to town we noticed that we where being followed, footsteps behind us in the distance that stopped just after we would, other patrons of Sassarinne that were around when we had walked by, but when I looked round there was no one in sight, as though they ran away scared of what was following behind us. I pulled Jak into a dark alley without notice, motioning to him that we were being followed and to draw his dagger.

Before I knew it we where set apon, 3 figures dressed in black carrying Longswords. Two came at Jak in a flash while the other slashed at me with his sword, I managed to block his attack and roll away, while doing so drew my dagger and slashed at his ankle slllicing a deep gash in it, the bllack figure crumpled to the ground, his sword fell sliding into the gutter away from us.

I managed to roll over grab it and make a forcefull blow downwards to stab the figure on the ground in the chest. I heard a cry from the street it sounded like Jak. Looking around I saw one figure stumbling away with a stileto from his neck leaving him for dead, the other with a dagger in the leg. Jak had done well but not well enough.

Comming from his chest a flow of deep red blood and in his back an arrow deeply set. I ran in anger at the two figures. Threw my last dagger at the limping figuure, it hit him square in the head knocking him flying into the gutter. All my anger was unleahed into that one throw, the guy never knew what had hit him. I leant over to see to Jak.

He was dead.

Then an arrow flew through the air, it was only my training that made me roll away just in time, it clipped my ear slicing half of it off, blood was running down my cheek and into my eyes. I regret it now but the only thing i could do was run into the shadows leaving Jak laying there for the local guard to clean up.

Once safely away I cried for almost an hour, it was my fault Jak was dead he did not want to come but I made him. I opened the package wanting t know what had almost got me killed and Jak now dead. Inside was a dagger inlaid with gems the finest I had ever seen. I was angry, I knew that jacob loved to spend his money on expensive things, of which he never used, they just used to sit in his dwelling on display to show everyone how rich and powerfull he was, and it was this expensive taste that had got Jak killed.

I laid low for weeks avoiding his men not knowing what to do with the dagger, it was hard everywhere I went I had the feeling that I was being followed, only venturing out to get food and water to survive. On one of these outings I noticed a sign nailed to a notice board.