Character list!

This story might get rather confusing, as there will be a substantial number of characters coming and going in it. As such, I have decided to include this chapter as a way of keeping track of who we have met and what we know of them so far. I will do my best to keep this up to date with my most recent chapter, so beware of possible spoilers!

Major Characters:

Name: Aiden Kalazous
Human Fighter
Age: 24
Backstory: I suppose it's only fair I start this off, since I'm telling the others to all give a brief introduction of themselves and their past for our potential clientel. My name is Aiden Kalazous, and I am the third son and fourth child of the baron Malken Kalazous with his wife Mira. My oldest brother, and the first born, is Jakob. Egotistical, self-centered, royal prick he is. He knew he was the heir, and it gave him such a big head. He and I got into quarrels a lot growing up, but once I put on my growth he was never able to beat me.

Then there's my older sister Kathleen, or Katie to her friends. She got married off to a duke some years ago, and while I haven't seen her since, we did exchange letters occasionally up until I left home. Last I heard, she was pregnant with the his second kid.

After that is my other brother Darien. Not very robust, physically speaking (he'd be hard pressed to beat a halfling in an arm-wrestling competition), but he is sharp as a tack and scary levels of clever. Not one you want to make an enemy out of, because whatever he planned for you, you would never see coming.

Lastly is my little sister Myrra. Unfortunately, mother died giving birth to her. Father was heartbroken, but in the end decided to name his last daughter after his wife 'Because they had the same fire in their eyes.' Myrra is definitely a little spitfire, with an insatiable curiosity about the world and everything in it. She made it perfectly clear a few years ago that she had no interest in settling down and being some noble housewife like Katie did. She wanted to travel the world, and see everything in it.

Then you have me. Physically speaking, I take more aftrer our father than either of my brothers, being almost 6 feet tall and strong enough to hold my own against an orc. I also developed an appreciation for swordplay at a young age, from watching dad try to spar with Jakob. Once I was old enough to hold a wooden sword of my own, I went to it with gusto, and managed to pick up the basics pretty quick.

Things were pretty typical for us until about half a year ago. Father came down with some kind of breathing problem that the healers couldn't cure. Caused him to cough a lot, get short of breath. Some of his worse coughing fits would cause him to spit up blood. He managed to power through for a few more months, but eventually his body just gave out on him.

We gave him a proper funeral, and buried him in the family plot next to his wife. About a week passed before the solicitor was able to arrive and settle up the matter of inheritance for us all. No surprise, Jakob got the lions share of it all. Darien was left about twenty acres, with a monthly stipend of 30 gold sovereigns. Little Myrra, who was only about 13 at the time, was put into Jakob's care. And me? I was left 300 sovereigns. No land, no title of my own, no surprise. At least, that was what I had thought, until he read off that the old man also left me his sword from his time serving the king. I was shocked, but not as shocked as Jakob was. His expression was a mixture of shock, betrayal, and utter confusion, though it all quickly changed to a seething anger when the sword was handed to me.

Jakob had been insufferable enough when he was just the heir, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle him being the Baron. Plus, the look he gave me told me that if I stuck around, I might wake up with a dagger in my chest, or suffer an unfortunate hunting accident or something. I had the essentials packed that night, and in the morning I was ready to set out on my own.

I bid farewell to Darien and Myrra, asking them to come up with some excuse to give Jakob as to why I didn't say anything to him. Turns out, they didn't need to, as he was waiting for me at the gate. He offered some obviously insincere comments about my leaving being a shame, and made a thinly veiled demand that I give the sword to him 'for safe keeping.' I didn't even acknowledge his demand and started to just walk out, only for the bastard to pull a dagger and lunge at me! I managed to draw my sword in time to parry, but apparently the damn thing was made of Adamantine or something, because it put a chip in the edge. Father must have trained him better than I thought, because we apparently matched each others **** and both ended up on our asses. I quickly flipped back onto my feet and pointed the sword at him, telling him flat out that the old man had left it to me, so he could have it when he pried it from my cold dead fingers, then stormed off. I wandered aimlessly for a while, before deciding to come to Kandis to make my start as an adventurer. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Name: Milaya Edérestie
Elf Rogue
Age: 156
Curse: Frequently suffering from random incidents or happenstance that damage/destroy part or all of her clothing.
Backstory: Unknown

Name: Nerissa of the Jumping Moon clan
Catfolk Cleric
Age: 22
Backstory: Unknown
(Image credit EnergyVector on Deviantart)

Name: Lyari Bryris
Elf Wizard
Age: 134
Backstory: Unknown

Name: Brunda
Human Barbarian
Age: 22
Backstory: Unknown

Minor Characters:

Sam
Human Fighter/Wizard
Owner of Sam's Smithy

Mardnab
Trixie (Gnome/Pixie hybrid) Rogue
Owner of the Wet Wench tavern

Pon
Faun
Co-owner of Fae Fabrics alongside the nymph Mélisandra
Biggest gossipmonger in the city

Mélisandra
Nymph
Co-owner of Fae Fabrics alongside the Faun Pon

Alymarrez
Young adult Red Dragon
Owner of Drunken Dragon tavern
(Image credit to Anzatiridonia on DeviantArt)