<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/63/46/7d/63467db458c5a15fb0884d424a94ee29.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Vashe Highroot (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2776101)</strong><br/><strong>(race/gender)</strong>Variant Human/ Female<br/><strong>(class and level)</strong>Shadow Sorcerer 3<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Cloistered Scholar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>4'10 height. 90lbs. Not only is she very pale and cooler to the touch then should be but it's hard to check her pulse as her heart beats very slowly.<br/><br/><strong>Mount:</strong>Onyx<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wyvern</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/B7kOPCZ.jpg)</div>Wyvern<br/>Armor Class 16<br/>Hit Points: 80<br/>Speed 30 ft., fly 60 ft.<br/><br/>STR: 18 (+4)   - DEX: 14 (+2)   - CON:18 (+4)<br/>INT: 12 (+1)  - WIS: 14 (+2)  -  CHA: 10 (+0)<br/>            <br/>Saving Throws Dex +4, Str +6, Wis +4<br/>Skills: Perception +4<br/>Senses: Dark Vision 60ft. passive Perception 14<br/>Languages: Understands common and any spoken by rider, can't speak<br/><br/>ACTIONS<br/>Fangs. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit:  (2d6 + 4) piercing damage.<br/>Tail Swipe. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 10 ft., one target. Hit:  (1d10 + 4) bludgeoning damage.<br/></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Backstory</strong>Vashe was born on Constel Island and for the longest time she thought it would be where she met an early grave. It was incredible fortune that the sickly child was born to a fairly wealthy family and not the average farming family. Much of her early childhood was contained within a few rooms with constant visits by priests, alchemists, and herbalists yet none of them were able to do much against her strange illness. She was eight one of the priests mentioned that the illness seemed more a curse then a disease which took the books that had been her constant company and turned them into possibly something more. She dug into lore both familial and arcane seeking how or why such a thing could be leaving her in a pattern of living broken only by her family making sure she didn't hurt herself and her constant battles with her dreaded foe the common door.<br/><br/>Her biggest break came to be  one night as she matched star charts to the night sky, for she was supposed to be well rounded and couldn't just learn history and curses. The chart swam before her eyes and the sky through the window grew till it was all she could see. Morning found her sprawled upon her table with Starshine Academy scrawled upon everything in ink. While her parents were leery of letting her out of their sight they eventually relented and she was allowed to seek entry to the school. There it was a good thing being a wizard wasn't her goal as not even the teachers could explain how her attempt to create light turned into a cloying darkness that filled several rooms for an hour or how an attempt at a cleaning cantrip left her spewing rotten ink for hours. Instead she explored both the library and the school grounds till she gathered and found all that had been shown to her.<br/><br/>With everything ready on a moonless night she gave prayer to Twi and The Librarian before making her way into the bowels of the floating island to a room both cold as ice and where the shadows seemed to swallow any light brought within. With as much care as she was able a ritual was set and conducted, her limbs trembling and her voice hoarse by the end of it. Whereupon she promptly began vomiting a cloying and roiling sludge that billowed upwards to become a shadow wreathed version of her that promptly attacked. The only thing that saved her when she was on her back with the thing straddling her as it choked her to death was the power that finally and properly responded to her will. The fight swung back and forth as both did their best to kill the other but eventually she stood over her shattered copy watching as it melted into shadows. Despite the fight she was overjoyed as she could finally manipulate her mana as she wanted and her body recovered so much easier then it once had. Gathering up her things she dashed up the stairs to share the joy with her brother who also attended only to plaster herself against the door as they were still beyond her. Luckily she had enough injuries that she was able to leave that part out of her tale to her family.<br/><br/>She was 17 when the One Night War happened and while the concept of the organization taking such lengths was a touch worrying to her it was easily understood that leaving Ryburn upon the throne would have caused massive trouble for so many of the islands. With her condition mostly cured and the Knights seeking to restore lost numbers she waited till the day after she turned 18 before making her way to them and volunteering. While her physical strength still lacked and the ritual had left her odd to most folk she had her magic and an odd collection of knowledge, although her instructors possibly wish she'd ask less questions about everything.<br/><br/><strong>Personality basics:</strong>Fairly focused but extremely naive (sheltered) and curious. Very much a book learned not life learned with a tendency towards being as helpful as she can be. Very protective of family and friends.