<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/00/e1/4c00e1fdb524610ab33362d41a28e99b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tel Blackforge (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1490899)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Changeling<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Spellslinger Wizard 1, Hexcrafter eldritch archer magus 1<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Even in the hard times in Twilight her blacksmith turned miner father couldn't turn her away when he found her as a babe outside his door one brisk morning. Her being a sickly child didn't help any either but fortunately there was an old man willing to babysit her. While he attempted to steer her towards magic as she was a bright but weak child it was alchemy that caught her attention. Years would pass and while she took stints in the mine with her father scrapping at the walls for what could be found it was the old man she spent most of her time helping. She was in her late teens when an attack happened at the mines. Collecting a beaten up old musket she'd been working on she joined the miners in driving the bandits off, her spells meshing quite well with the weapon. A few more raids repelled and a bar fight she dragged her father out of saw her seasoned enough that she offered up herself as one of the ones seeking supplies for the Exodus.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Brash and troublesome she has no problems standing up for herself or whatever cause she's thrown in with at the time. She tries to put up an aloof and uncaring front but the right sob story can have her prepping her rifle in a heartbeat.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>A waifish lass with long black hair and a pale cast to her skin. Mismatched eyes of brown and red peer out through the wild bangs of her freely flowing hair while a smattering of freckles runs across her nose.<br/>