<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Sera Howlette</span></span></div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.stephandtonyinvestigate.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/prince-of-persia.jpg)</div><br/>Class: Factotum<br/>Race: Human<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sheet</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1077893)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I’m dreadfully knackered and a bit bladdered, so I’ll keep this short.  Name’s Sera Howlette.  I’m what you’d call a professional adventurer.  No, that’s not a smarmy come on—I’m not a right bastard.  At least, I’m not a right bastard today.<br/><br/>My birth and childhood was a smashing success.  My old man was a barrister, and I knew from early on that I didn't want to be a barrister, too.  But I didn’t know what I wanted to be.  Some days, I fancied being a wizard.  Even read for it at a stodgy academy.  I really threw a spanner in it, though, didn’t I?  Never became a wizard.  Or a cleric.  Or a soldier.  Or anything, really.  But all of that reading taught me a few tricks.<br/><br/>Some chaps might find my work a little tedious, right?  I suppose it is.  I like the monotony of going over ancient runes down in some undead-infested dungeon or while getting torn to shreds by fist-sized mosquitoes in some dank, lonely swamp.  Most adventuring parties unfortunately don’t pay me to decipher old languages.  It’s hard for me to find work with the universities for that sort of work.  The manner of my study has taken the piss, and learned men look down on me for it.<br/><br/>So what, right?  I’ve managed to find work all right.  Carved out a niche for myself, didn’t I?  It’s quite brilliant, really.  I am what folks in the industry call a factotum.  A scholar in the depths!  After unfastening a latch, reviving the healer, and making short work of a nuisance, I put on a kettle.  And that’s what I’m good at, you know.  A little bit of everything.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sera Howlette is a man of average build, height, and weight.  He regularly dresses in scholarly robes, but recently spent a long time in the desert wastes, and has adopted a looser, baggier style of dress.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Personality</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sera is calm, pleasant, and friendly.  He enjoys studying, and is good-natured about it.  His interests are many, and quite a few of those interests  are esoteric.  He likes exchanging ideas, and maintains correspondence with numerous intellectuals in the land.  Sera is sometimes overcome by grief and depression when he recalls instances where his ideas got party members killed.</div></div><br/>