The Draelren sound interesting, but much more Greek divinity cult than amusing companion: am intending to keep her as a raven first and an awkward human second (if faced with a vow, she's more likely to snatch a button and flit to the branches to play with it than give a solemn oath).<br/><br/>I'll play with the character creator a bit later tonight and see what I can come up with.<br/><br/>An excerpt from a previous game (significantly different character, being a half drow v. an arctic elf, but similar personality)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Olivia stuck her tongue out playfully at Chi's comment, but returned with the waitress with only a single bowl.  She perched on the edge of her seat to sip tea and take quick bites from a yellow porcelain bowl full of cherries, blueberries and a variety of other fruit.  Mid-bite, she quickly darted out red-stained fingers to grab Torryx's fork, placing it beneath a napkin with her own flatware, where it wasn't really hidden at all.  When he next glanced over, she simply smiled and blinked innocently, reaching out with a morsel.  "Berry?"<br/><br/>When Mercy spoke, Nys looked up with a blank but generous smile, already gesturing her towards an empty space at the table.  "I'm sorry, miss - I'm usually very good with faces.  But I can't quite seem to place y-"  <br/><br/>He was cut off as Olivia looked up, her bowl already nearly empty.  "Mercy!"  She shrieked the name and rose, fluttering across the table as a raven with a racket of wings and wind.  After another transformation she tackled the eldritch girl in an embrace, then surprised her with a deep kiss.  With her arms still wrapped around the newcomer, she looked to Nys.  "You ass, you remember Mercy!  From Arkham, with the weird color thing.  She gave me a button!"  She smiled wistfully at the sweet memory.  <br/><br/>Nys shook his head.  "Could be sisters, but she'd be, what, mid twenties by now?"  <br/><br/>Olivia leveled a cold stare at Nys and responded in a dry voice.  "Master, how old do you think this girl is?"  <br/><br/>Sensing the trap, Nys took a moment to study Mercy, squinting a bit and looking for wrinkles.  The answer seemed fairly obvious, but he knew it was an odd human custom never to overestimate a woman's age, so he adjusted it downward to be safe.  "Forty?"  <br/><br/>"I... uh. Huh?" was all that Mercy could manage as her flaxen hair fell across her face, out of its usual placement, eyes locked upon the beautiful creature that had been a bird moments prior.<br/><br/>Olivia's eyes widened as she tilted her head to stare unfocused into memory, mistaking the reason for Mercy's confusion.  "It was a wonderful button, copper stamped with wheat, five holes and a scratch.  It fell off your shirt."  She noticed Mercy's reaction to the kiss and leaned down, her hands confidently exploring Mercy's body while her face smiled innocently, a mix of humor and seduction twinkling in her wide, green eyes.  "Did the monks treat you well?"  <br/><br/>Nys rolled his eyes and adjusted his seat slightly to move out of the sun as he waved for another tea.  "My apologies - Olivia enjoys shocking people.  She usually behaves almost like an adult.  Olivia dearest, if they take offense at a bit of nudity then I'm fairly certain you'll be arrested for what you're trying to do.  Remember Ben'Fazhal?  And I don't have a frog medallion this time."  Olivia didn't stop, but she didn't start undressing either of them either, which Nys admitted to himself was probably the best he could hope for.  He turned his attention back to Mercy.  "There are very keen forks here, if you need something to fend her off.  I'm Nys, a very nice name, I've always felt - like the purr of a naga just before it strikes.  Or so mother said when she was feeling dramatic.  I just like the brevity."  </div></div>