<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ithir Severine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br/><br/><hr/>The tiefling watches the ship quietly for some time.  He remains with the crowd, standing near the back and studying the faces of those who had gathered to join the fateful voyage of the Church of Umberlee's newest ship.  The woman who stands at the base of the gangplank is no doubt the one in command, a junior cleric from the symbols that adorn her stylish robes.  She has a certain charisma about her, an aura of authoritarian brooding that demands respect and loyalty.<br/><br/>A pity those things were earned and not freely given, even in the face of solid gold coin.<br/><br/>Ithir, dressed in plain black robes and travel-worn clothes, stands six feet tall; a willowy, wiry man with raven black hair and amber eyes.  A small pair of curved horns protrude from his forehead and he does his best to keep his curly hair long to conceal them but the breeze from the bay casts his cowl off his angular face.  He might be considered handsome by some but there is a roughness to his character that most find grating.  The touch of demonic heritage does the rest of scaring most people away.<br/><br/>The mage approaches the gangplank, his booted feet carrying him into the line of assembling mercenaries.  He then waits to meet the woman who looked to be their captain.<br/>