Name: Kera Reesh<br/>Race: Froggen<br/>Class: Spell Blade, Feather Fall and Spider Climb as starting spells<br/>Equipment: Leather armour, a pair of short swords, a dagger, a backpack with a bedroll, rations and basic travelling gear, as well a selection of herbs.<br/>Age: 23<br/><br/>Description:<br/>Kera is, as is common amongst froggen, quite short, but also a lot more shapely and a bit chubbier than most kin her own age. She could have easily been identified as a short stack, if it weren't for other areas of her body that caught the eye to an even greater extent than her nice rack. Said breasts rested atop a large, plump and round stomach, which was in turn easily matched in size by Kera's great juicy rump and thick, shapely thighs. With her whole species being big bellied, as intended by nature, she preferred wearing armour that would ride up whenever she ate a lot, no matter if that left her belly button and below bare and exposed. Usually easy going and a fan of the finer things in life, Kera's verdant green eyes tend to sparkle with optimism whenever a good opportunity, or new and exciting meal is within arm's reach.<br/><br/>Backstory:<br/>Within her family, where many worked as traders of different professions, there was a generation spanning, but friendly and optional competiotion to branch out to a new field, then make it big as a renown trader of that group of commodities. Perhaps getting a bit too excited and ahead of herself, Kera decided to put her excellent tongue for flavours and textures to good use and become a travelling apothecary as soon as her parents allowed her to leave. And though she quickly learned the skill of harvesting and recognizing useful herbs, as well as discovering new ones in her travel, and all in all did quite alright, herbalism wasn't the thing for her. Sure, she enjoyed tasting the different plants, but all the memorization of their different effects on the various races of the land and so on didn't interest her much.<br/><br/>Thus, after a bit too much drinking with an aspiring magician, a fellow male froggen, Kera woke up with a hefty headache, a bit of leftover froggen mush sloshing around in her gut and some extra layers of fat padding out her figure, as well as a couple of basic magical artifacts now in her position. She didn't know what most of them were, or did, or she knew, but they were just completely useless to her, and as a travelling herbal merchant, she couldn't really bare carrying around much more weight, so she sold them, but what she didn't sell was the late mage in training's books. She often had a bit of spare time, just waiting for customers, or out in nature between villages, sitting by the campfire, so why not use that time to read and maybe learn a bit of magic?<br/><br/>Slowly but surely, as the years went by and Kera matured into a woman and realized that she found more interest in the arcane learning of her tomes than the plants in her backpack, and though her real calling in life was still flavour and food, a new optional occupation to put coin in her pocket was starting to dawn on her. Having heard the stories of thes triasls and the riches and boons they could provide, together with new, exotic and magical flavours that dwelled within them, in the form of guardians and monsters, Kera decided to become a full time connoiseur and a seeker of trials, thinking that it should be child's play with the magics and the knowledge of the arcane she now had learned. However, she found her own combat prowess a bit lacking, and only escaped a gruseome fate, or atleast proper mauling by utlizing her Spider Climb and Feather Falling Spell to just circumnavigate all the dangers of her first trial, perhaps this was the reason several people tended to come together to beat a trial. As she got to the blessing, which, was a glyph of minor brawn, Kera did as she usually did with new, interesting things, and testingly flicked her tongue against it, without reading the runes specifically stating that you should grab the rune with both hands and push it in against your chest, to evenly distribute it's magical power through your whole body. This led to all of it going to her tongue, but alteast that meant she could mimic her froggy kin and shoot her tongue out at thing and creatures, wrapping them up as if tossing a nimble, commandable rope!