Speaking of new characters, I'll be joining the game as well it seems.  I'm excited to see how all this goes, but no more delaying things.  Introducing Faelyn Mythrandir.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><br/>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2049510 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2049510)<br/><br/>Name:Faelyn Mythrandir<br/><br/>Race:Wood Elf<br/><br/>Class:Ranger<br/><br/>Short Description: Raised in the snowy realm of the Frozen Reaches, Faelyn is the youngest active member of a small clan dedicated to keeping the dangers of the wilds in check.  Locals have little to fear of yeti, winter wolves, or many of the other various dangers that lurk in the unforgiving cold, at least so long as they don't stray too far from home.  Legends are spread of mysterious protectors hiding in the snow, however no conclusive proof has ever been found to prove the existence of the so called "Frost Stalkers".<br/><br/>Over the course of the last decade however, things have begun to take a turn for the stranger.  Odd patterns have begun to present themselves.  Sudden violent storms now brew and break seemingly in the blink of an eye, driving beasts from their normal hunting grounds and out into the open, endangering even the clan as their numbers swell.  The elders believe it nothing they need concern themselves with, that it will only pass with time, however Faelyn is less convinced.  She may not know what it is that is causing the strange phenomena, but she intends to find out.<br/><br/>Slipping out one night under cover of snow, she has taken it upon herself to leave her home land for warmer weather following whatever strange rumors she can until she finds who or what is responsible.  The hunt is underway.<br/><br/>Dark Desires:<br/>1. Faelyn was raised with the expectation of being a silent sentry.  It is her people's way to do whatever is necessary to avoid being seen.  After leaving home however, it became painfully evident that this was a much more difficult endeavor in this world of color.  What came as a true shock however, was how much she had come to actually appreciate and even crave the attention of whomever looked her way turning herself into something of an exhibitionist.  In times of panic, whenever she looses all faith in herself, Faelyn will take whatever extreme measures she deems necessary to grab the attention of all those around her in a desperate plea for self assurance and instant gratification.<br/>2. Ever proud in who she is and where she has come from, Faelyn refuses to abandon the heavy furs of her homeland for the lighter, more colorful garb of the lands she finds herself in.  However, if ever she believes herself to threaten bringing dishonor to herself or her clan, she will stop on the spot and frantically strip down lest her treasured garb be forever stained with shame.<br/>3. Whatever mark Faelyn sets her eye on, she will not stop until she has emerged on top and attained her trophy, be it a freshly skinned pelt, or the smallclothes of a beautiful bar maid.  Despite her rather high opinion of herself however, there are times when fantasies run through her mind of being able to give up all control of her own destiny and let herself be completely at the mercy of those around her and for once let herself become prey to some other huntress.  No command too ridiculous, and no act forbidden.