Threshold Campaign Index: PC Profiles

He wears well-worn leather armor, carries a small wooden shield and bears a magnificent battle axe. He also typically carries a crude long bow (with a quiver that is clearly home-made and contains low-quality arrows) and two smaller axes depend from his belt.

His face is round and his large eyes are somewhat bulbous. Pointed, somewhat cupped ears stand high on the sides of his head and protrude out from under thick black hair that is crudely tamed, pulled to the back of his head through a leather collett to fall past his shoulders.

Anyone who has spent the bulk of their lives in the presence of elves will be able to tell that he is either a mal-formed elf (or half-elf) or not an elf (or half-elf) at all. His height would make him more likely a half-elf, but his ears sit up a little too high on the sides of his head, and his fingers are long in comparison to his arms and hands. Just slightly.

Please note that these "features" would not likely to be noted by folks who are not intimate with those other races or who are just not that observant.

However, viewed in sufficient light, it becomes clear that Jarmok is not an elf. In bright-light conditions his pupils are decidedly slit, like many-a snake or cat.

If you get close enough, you might also note that he is covered with a fine layer of soft light brown (coffee-tan) hair.

Kit is a stunningly beautilful young girl, not yet quite a woman. At 5'6", she is slightly taller than her peers. She has long straight blonde hair that is full, reaching mid-way down her back. With her fair skin and pale green eyes she could easily be mistaken for a tall half-elf. Her physique is certainly characteristic of the elven race, as she is very slim. Although not athletic in build, she has a woman's curves, a shape that will turn many a man's head.

She appears that she also makes no effort to discourage such activity. Her adventuring outfit leaves only a little to the imagination. The armor consists of a long light brown leather skirt, which reaches the top of her feet, and is split at the sides to reveal her legs up to her waist. Along the low-waist line of the skirt is a loose fitting belt pouch and dagger. Her leather top leaves much of her mid-riff bare, and has only three-quarter sleeves. She also carries a full backpack, out of which some torch-heads poke out. She rarely wears it on her back though, saying it pulls on her hair. To complete the ensemble, she (recently) accessorized with matching fingeless leather gloves and leather straps to braid portions of her hair. She has no jewelry.

Over the eight days of knowing her, you have observed she is prone to about one or two mood swings a day. She'll be very happy one moment, then appear to be crushed with sadness the next. She has not shown any anger however, and is always quick to reasonably explain away any tears.

The first two days after the Threshold Protecterate (our group) was formed, Kit all but disappeared. She was glimpsed coming in and out of Threshold shops. The following two days she was lost completely to her room. Only the last 2 days prior to the Rat Extermination Day (see log entry #2) had she be seen by her fellows in the Protecterate. Wearing comfortable breeches and shirts of various colors she had bought. Each item though, had been modified to show off more skin than the original tailors intended, and more than the local women of town appreciate. Luckily for them, and their husbands, she spends a considerable amount of each day in her room, only making appearances in the Inn common room in the morning, and the Stump in the evening.

For those last two nights, Kit has joined anyone in the group who had taken dinner in the Stump. She always appeared freshly bathed and groomed, with a perfume of a light jasmine scent about her. Each night, her hair has been in a different style, as she must spent most of her time in her room fiddling with it. And of course, she always had a different outfit. The night before what was to become Rat Day, she debuted a modest, but beautiful brown dress.

When she does converse with members of the Protectorate, she is usually very inquisitive about the others in the group. Wanting to know what harrowing adventures they've been on, and what amazing things they've seen. As she is more a listener than a talker, she is always an attentive audience.

Her past is a mystery to all, as she always seems to steer away from talking of it.

Laren stands only three feet, four inches, and is slender for his height. he's light-hearted, but always seems to be thinking about something else. An agile mind with a wandering eye. He's almost always humming or whistling a tune, usually a dance ditty, and he likes to make light of every situation. Always generous if he thinks it might better his own situation, and likes to make people laugh.

"Quick with a joke, or a light-up your smoke, but there's some place that he'd rather be!"
He says "Garret this mead here, is filling me!" as a trickle runs away, down his leg. "Well I'm sure that I could pee behind the bar, if I could get out of this keg!"

He loves to eat, he loves to dance and he loves to sing. He never outwardly shows any sign of stress or concern, and he feels it's a sign of weakness. If asked his profession he will reply "Making merry!" and he will off the asker a drink, mainly to change the subject.

He's always trying to reason things out, and only resorts to violence when all else fails, always trying to divert his enemies as opposed to fight them.

A loyal group member but a spiteful adversary, devious and begrudging. Not above hitting below the belt. (It's as high as he can reach!)

One of the more interesting parts about Laren is that he's doesn't seem overly nosey. He seems perfectly happy with not knowing what he doesn't know. however, this is just a tactic. He knows that most of the time, when someone hints at something, it's because they want to share it, and thinking that Laren did not pick up on the hint, they will elaborate in their own time. Patience is a virtue. This is why Laren often seems to miss the obvious, sometimes making people question his intelligence. This is all part of the plan!

Maal Brengain

Maal Brengain is a 6'2" young human woman. She wears a black leather breast-plate and kilt, and heavy knee-length boots. For weapons, she carries a short throwing spear, a round wooden shield, and a branch of stag antlers common to the wildlander folk.

Maal Brengain's long, straight, black hair is parted in the middle and hangs down loosely over her broad shoulders. Her pale skin contrasts sharply with her dark hair and black eyes giving her an almost ghostly appearance. Her facial features are odd and not generally attractive. She has hard angular features with high cheekbones, a cleft chin, and a prominent nose (with an odd bump near the bridge, probably from a past break). She also has a small, serious mouth with a vertical scar across the upper lip. Beneath this scar is a chipped upper front tooth.

Her muscles are well defined despite her lean and slim build. Her hips are narrow and her chest small and flat. Her stern and humorless demeanor is such that she rarely seems to smile or laugh (but when she does the corners of her mouth barely move, while her upper lip tends to curl up into an awkward sneer).

Ragnor is a skinny, grey, Menad. As a Menad, he has spots of living crystal within his skin, giving a sparkling feature to him. Ragnor is of average height for his people (6'1"). On the back of each of his hands is an eye representing his slavery in Xanthakos. If not knowing his complete background, one would assume Ragnor to be a bodybuilder. Young and agile, he is a rather quiet person. He escaped Xanthakos and has been running from the Shadows for two years, but has yet to find relief. There is still a dark side to Ragnor, wandering the emptiness seeking vengence to liberate his people. The handful of friends and community of accepting people are the most precious things to him and is what he will defend with all his strength. He will not be taken by Xanthakos twice.

13 Feb 06
Jarmok © 2005 Steve C.
Kit © 2005 Rob R. (Dray)
Laren © 2005 Matt C.
Maal Brengain © 2005 fraz
Ragnor © 2005 Rob C.