Name: Feash Sherreny
Class: Wizard (Conjurer)
Feash is a fairly downbeat character. He does not trust other people easily, in particular non-gnomes, and tends to be solitary. He does not speak much and he is often distracted by some inner thought, ending up ignoring most of what happens around him. If people around him get insistent enough, so much that ignoring them becomes impossible, he tends to become sarcastic and borderline offensive.
Still, it is clear that the abrasive personality is not a reflection of his inner self, but more of a consequence of his musings and rage against an unforgiving world. The rare times when his true inner self comes out he is witty and pleasant, often humorous albeit a bit on the nerdy/scholarly side.
Feash is an average whisper gnome. About 3'6'' tall and at no more than 40 pounds he is far from physically impressive. Like most of his kind he is quick and hardy, though, being able to walk for a long time without tiring. He sports a long nose slightly pointed down and a goatee, uncommon for a gnome. His eyes are brown and his hair are salt-and-pepper.
Both his hair and the many wrinkles around his eyes give away that Feash is not young any more, while the wrinkles around his mouth give away that he used to laugh and smile often. At 110 years old, anybody looking at the gnome could say that while looking weak he must have been able to take care of himself for a long while.
He was walking back toward the large circus tent in the middle of the night. Going fishing with Punar the dwarf... "the only humanoid stronger than a dragon" as Wren, the circus director advertised him, had not been a good idea. Unwilling to give up, they had stayed at the lake until dawn, catching barely a young trout between the two of them.
They had positioned the tents far away from the last town they had visited, since when they arrived there they had discovered that it had been raided by goblins. It is not worth to risk it, Wren had said, so they had moved their encampment into the forest. The goblins might come back, and I don't want to be here when that happens. Feash couldn't have agreed more.
At that time, though, Feash wasn't thinking about the goblins but about the nagging that was waiting for him. Bella, his wife, would have underlined his failure at fishing and the fact that he had been away for the whole night, many, many times. He sighed. He could just hope that she would drag him outside to make fun of him, avoiding waking uo his three sons. Klen, the oldest, had already started his wizard apprenticeship with him, like he had done when with his father many years before, and, if woken up suddenly might decide to try his color spray against his parents.
The horror of the scene in front of him was sculpted forever in his mind. The goblins had not burned anything, to avoid attracting soldiers from the nearby city, but had not spared anyone either. He walked over the bodies of the two clown brothers, Juy and Jay, arrows sprouting from their bodies like grotesque branches from a dead tree. He saw Della the lioness killed in her cage... she would have killed many of the attackers if free but they had intellgently cut down Wren while he was running to open the cage. He had known the circus people for almost 40 years now. There he had met Bella, the only whisper gnome in the circus.
When he arrived to his tent...even today, 10 years later he could not explain why he felt that his family was alive. At that point he sincerely felt that somewhat they had escaped.
Bella was lying down outside the tent, his body almost cut in two by an axe. She had died to protect her family, even managing to kill an hobgoblin with a kitchen knife. Feash pushed the hobgoblin body and looked inside, his retinas acquiring the image that would populate his dreams for the 10 years to come. His three sons had been cruelly eviscerated and had died bleeding to death.
Feash was staring at the fire, living again his nightmare, going through every detail of it, following the masochistic ritual that was also the only thing that had kept him alive for the past 10 years.
He had been a sheep, happily grazing in his field. Then the wolves came... Now I hunt wolves he said aloud. He knew that he could not exterminate every goblinoid on earth... but for sure he had been trying his best.
I saw the ad late, so I haven't a character sheet ready yet, but I have been playing D&D for almost 20 years now and I am quite familiar with the rules so I can put one together tomorrow in few hours if selected.
The build will be a focused conjurer with emphasis on battlefield control, summoning and buffing allies (not necessarily in this order). I would like to play him as an "enabler", and I don't plan to get any direct damage spells (beside, maybe, a reserve feat, but probably not)
Proposed build: Focused Conjurer 3/Master Specialist 2
Banned schools: Evocation, abjuration, enchantment