Alright, I think I've got this down...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/RCtp5zg.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fashionable!</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/mnl4low.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skinnydipping?</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/I6s5VxK.jpg)</div></div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Zenio Iacobus Vors Di'Vobellar (Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2592230))<br/><strong>Ancestry:</strong>Sylph (Human)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Wizard (Diviner)<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Noble (Taldan; Son of a grand Duke!)<br/><br/><strong>Concept:</strong>The third son of the Grand Duke of Sophra, Zenio was always an outlier. Small and light where his brothers are broad and dark, agile and erudite where they are strong and athletic. And of course there's the whole "obviously a geniekin" thing, once the signs began appearing. it was decided for him that he should be taught the arts of magic, to better benefit the family's fortunes. Not that Zenio really minded; the fascinating tricks and brain-teasing formulae his early tutors provided were a genuine joy to the youth. And when it was time to travel to the Arcanamirium in Absalom, he was eager to leave, to see new things and meet new people - people who weren't either related to him or paid to be obsequious.<br/><br/>for several years, studied dutifully. But... it was Absalom! The city at the center of the world! And he was always very curious. Absalom was<em>so different</em>from the rolling hills and dry forests of Sophra!, littered with so many strange people and secrets... After his second year at the Arcanamirium, Zenio decided to take a furlough with some friends... one thing led to another and he found himself at the doors of the Grand Lodge of the Pathfinder society. As an Initiate in the Society, Zenio found a new take on life; Here he was not the well-pampered son of a grand Duke, but just another potato-scrubbing, armor-repairing pledge. I mean... it<em>did</em>get pretty tiresome after a while, and many nights Zenio thought of returning to the Arcanamirium... but the promise of the Society, its knowledge and its own magical traditions, and just...<em>potential</em>drove Zenio to stay.<br/><br/>And now here he is; with a team of other recently-confirmed pathfinders, on the shores of Lake Encarthion. What adventure awaits? What waits to be discovered?<em>What's that in my boot, augh, gross!</em>