http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=124571 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=124571) I can make an ASCII sheet if requested. Equipment still being fine-tuned.<br/><br/>Myar is a changeling...which pretty much makes any physical description moot. He even carries a Runestaff of Size Alteration specifically to give himself the chance to change shape into halflings and gnomes. Myar's normal form is male, with the distinctive pointy ears of elven heritage.<br/>Myar wears a mithral breastplate of distinctly elven make, and a masterwork rapier forged the same, although the breastplate is rarely seen. It is Glamared, and Myar adjusts it with his form to suit the moment.<br/><br/>Myar's personality is only somewhat less amorphous than his body. A consummate trickster and liar, his only stability is to his friends. With them, there are no lies, no deceptions. His word is his bond, not enforced by spell or curse but by his own sense of self.<br/>Which is not to say that he is entirely trustworthy. He might not cheat a friend of his due, but that means nothing when an opportunity for a prank comes along. A source of continual merriment, his friends nonetheless dread any time he starts a sentence with "remember that time when..."<br/><br/>If this sounds unfriendly, with those that are not his friends he is far more capricious. A man of a thousand faces (and counting) with as many names, Myar has run up incredible bar tabs, caused scandals in three cities, married six people while impersonating a priest, and defaced a king.<br/>Not a statue of a king. The king himself. During his coronation. He was not pleased.<br/><br/>Myar enjoys the fine things in life. The best is all that will do to sate his appetites. He adventures for the financial rewards as much as anything else. Fine food and wine, warm company, and a bed upon which to rest are as if paradise to him. He collects wine, especially rare wines. The actual drinking quality or value doesn't matter; a bottle he has never seen before is a prize to him. Most likely, the party managed to get blasted on one of his older bottles, one made of crystal rather than glass and fermented in a time before sanity.<br/><br/>As a Beguiler, Myar's abilities on the adventure are at once extremely limited and extremely versatile. Few sorcerers can match the depth of his study, and fewer illusionists can keep up with the power of his focus. He can craft illusions and trickery from a deep well of power, but his fireballs are the stuff of lies, his lightning lights only a sky of shadows.<br/><br/>Unlike many Beguilers, Myar has a familiar. Thane is a raven, black as night and witty like a fox. When making camp, the bird is ever in search of someone to play a game of chess with. He hasn't beaten Myar yet, though.