*Opens the door dramatically and looks towards the group* Last to arrive but with the greatest entrance *bows* Pleasure to meet you all. I'm the only male character<br/><br/><br/>Aaric Wisler: http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10079 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10079)<br/><br/>All places of power need someone to work behind the scenes. Someone to gather information, deal with unknown issues, and discover what to do when things take a turn for the worse. All in the name of a nation, creed, idea, or faith. Aaric discovered that people like this existed and wanted nothing more then to be like that.<br/><br/>Brought up in Kaerlud with his farther and mother. He learned the family trade quickly. His father being a pickpocket  and his mother a high end courtesan. His hands and words were trained well.  With his upbringing he lived very well, as much one can be within a brothel, and he became fascinated by the people he met and saw.<br/><br/>Lower class to upper class came and went within the establishment and he picked up bits of information from person to person. He noticed the weave of lies people took great pains to conceal and the gems they careless left within grasp of a roaming hand.<br/><br/>During a typical day he tended the tables and rooms of the establishment while at night he worked with his father. Bringing in the coin that some didn't think they had to pay for. Anyone that dealt with his mother in poor fashion he was quick remember and dealt with within the week.<br/><br/>Years came and went and his father was sadly stuck down my the flu, unable to pay the outrageous prices the clergy wanted for a cure. His mother retired to a stone house within the upper class district of the city. Having made enough connections throughout life to live peacefully. This left Aaric to his own devices and it was then that he discovered the nightlife of the city had it's own people that came and went.<br/><br/>Thieves, murders, blackmarket merchants, information brokers, and best of all women. Everything an aspiring young man would find terribly exciting. He dove into the night world and quickly became a local name in some districts within Kaerlud. He worked for local merchants that wanted a problem dealt with or competitor that needed to have a shipment not show up. It was good work and Aaric did a good job at keeping his hands clean when the local militia came up.<br/><br/>Hell if your hands were to be chopped off or your tongue cut out you made yourself a ghost till things calmed down. Everything was going well until the miracle came to town. The blackmarket merchants went nuts. Everyone who was anyone had to know what was going on within that building or how such a thing could happen. Aaric was interested as well but he didn't touch things were gods could come into the equation.<br/><br/>It wasn't until his local companions started to act off that he took a more personal interest. This church was going to do something that didn't sit right with him. It was changing his world and that of everyone within the city. He had to find out what was going on. Upon hearing that the government was getting involved he decided that it was best he go help. He needed a few things cleared up so he would hang from a noose within the month anyways.<br/>