<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ZR8tKhT.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>ARODEL (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1344165)</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">NG Male Half-Elf Bard 1<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 6'  |  <strong>Weight:</strong> 145 lbs  |  <strong>Age:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Background:</strong> Dragon Casualty (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Dragon_Casualty)</span></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Description:</strong> Arodel stands as a tall, well-built individual.  Whilst his features could be considered kindly, the numerous ritually inflicted scars (http://pic.element3ds.com/forum/201705/10/061720uzxkv2bkt2iflmvk.jpg) upon his body and face add a certain sinister look to his features.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Though gentle soul at heart, since his confinement and year-long torture, Arodel has put up many walls around himself, presenting a rougher facade that he has grown into.  He evinces a dry wit with moody patience at most times.  Although he feigns indifference to people problems, he often steps in to help when others need aid, though he does his best to stay hidden if possible or downplay his role in the matter.  His scars are a bit of a sensitive issue, and were what prompted him to withdraw from society when he couldn't stomach people constantly looking at them.  Reasonably collected at most times, he has an abiding hatred of the Cult of the Dragon, and would neglect no opportunity to do them harm if it were within his power, though he would prefer to keep his friends safe rather than risk their lives.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong> Only a year ago, Arodel was a slender, carefree teenager who traveled with his minstrel parents between towns.  Then, on a trip from Haverghast to seek passage to Stanningard, the small caravan he was travelling with was attacked by strange raiders.  Many were killed, including his parents, but the survivors were rounded up and spirited away.  Several harrowing days later, Arodel and the others found themselves in deep caverns beneath The Blight, where they came face to face with a true dragon.  Although Arodel can't remember with any great clarity what happened thereafter, he can still remember the torture and screams of having his flesh carved through on an almost daily basis, with alchemical fluids dripped into his wounds or injected into his body like, burning like liquid agony.  If there was any benefit gleaned from this torture, it was the fortification of his body in strength and agility, though Arodel was in no way appreciative of it.<br/><br/>By whatever miracle or chance, he found a chance to escape and stumbled out of the caves and fled southward, with little more than the rags he wore.  How he ended up in Dagheim, he cannot recall.  Nursing his wounds, he became a recluse, living away from others on a small abandoned farm away from the town where no one bothered him, though in reality, it was more to do with him having a hard time fitting in.  His living in harmony with nature, as well as his constant solitary performances caught the attention of minor natural spirits (fey), with whom he has become very friendly with.</span></span>