Hi everyone! Still finalizing all the nitty-gritty mechanical stuff, 'cause having a bajillion options is simultaneously wonderful and terrible and there's like five different ways I wanted to build this character and stuff, but I should have a proper character sheet and a more detailed description up here quite soon. For the moment, though, here's a bit of background:<br/><br/><strong>Mesadre Alabaster</strong><br/><em>Half-Elven Hunter</em><br/><br/>One of several half-blooded bastard children of a depraved elven sorceress, Mesadre at least had the small fortune of growing up in the company of her half-sister—who was herself a largely self-interested mercenary, but a veritable saint in comparison. Together, they wandered the kingdom, sticking mostly to the rural outskirts of civilization, doing whatever odd jobs put food in their mouths and roofs over their heads; if those jobs involved fighting, all the better.<br/><br/>Their journeys came to an end, or at least a transition, on the eve of Mesadre’s seventeenth birthday, when they spent a night in an inn in a hamlet so small and secluded most maps didn’t even bother mentioning it. Three cloaked men with knives awoke them—Mesadre’s human father, she found out that night, was an assassin of enough infamy to have his fair share of enemies.<br/><br/>A few panicked minutes later, Mesadre stood in a moonlit clearing, almost too tired to hold her spear, with two wounded killers and the haunting last words of a fallen sibling hot on her heels. Everything that came afterwards was a blur, but when she awoke to sunlight dancing on her face, she saw a magnificent bird, with wings longer than she was tall, picking flesh off of a pair of corpses.<br/><br/>Starting that day, Mesadre and that bird—a young female roc, she knew, whom she named Nushala in honor of her sister—resumed a life of wandering and adventuring, eventually stumbling across a company they came to know as allies and companions.<br/><br/>Mesadre is mostly selfish; while she’ll do just about anything to protect the few people close to her, anyone else had better have something to offer. She particularly has little but contempt for the nobility, seeing them as pampered, weak and too disconnected from their lands to properly rule. Reckless but cunning, and something of a hedonist, she is at her most lively when she's caught up in the thrill of combat, but has only recently discovered more sensual pleasures. She believes that a part of her dead sister lives on in her roc, and fights alongside her whenever possible, favoring a long spear to make up for her comparatively small stature and light armor to stay mobile.<br/>