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Name: Chaun Chauner
Race: Fairy/(Leprechaun). One one hand, fairies have a dizzying amount of natural speed and agility for their size, making them the bane of your average smash-happy ogre. On the other, they're really, really small and have all the durability of a wet paper towel.
Better hope the enemy doesn't have Magic Missile. Class: Spearman, a footsoldier devoted to the use of weapons attached to a stick, including polearms.
Battlefield Advantage: Since he's a leprechaun, he can't fly, but golden objects weight significantly less to him then they would to any other individual, allowing him to carry many times his weight in gold with minimal encumbrance. This includes objects other then coins, such as weapons and other tools.
Battlefield Disadvantages: Other then a weakness to
Cold Iron, all leprechauns will find themselves hard pressed to let go of any golden object they have set their sites on. Out of instinct, Chauner will prioritize the gleaning of gold over everything else, and any golden object he gets his grubby hands on are pseudo-cursed; he can still store them in his inventory and such, but requires a willpower roll in order to let go of any golden item he has on him.
Guild Skill: Shoes, and shoe accessories: Did your
elven boots +3 get rotted by one of those nasty brown puddings? Accidentally put on a pair of cursed
iron shoes? When he's not trying to get more shinies, ole' Chauner is great at dealing with all things concerning footwear, and transform the worst
xXcursed rusty corroded steel soles -9 Xx into a pair of serviceable plate boots in no time. He can also upgrade shoes if you're
willing to give him more gold in order to work his magic, which he vehemently claims requires gold as part of the runesworks, and has
nothing to do with the fact that he is a greedy dwarfling.
Starting Bonus: A decent weapon, and above average starting wealth, as that's all he could really have on him, lacking real armor.
Picture: Description: Very typical specimen of his kind; shorter, slimmer, and fairer than a dwarf, with red eyes and similarly reddish hair, as well as a beard and stache' to go with the rest of his dark peach face. Wears your average chaunic greenery as well as a disproportionately large backpack, and carries around a three-leaf shamrock because that's what all leprechauns do. His pointy-toed ebony boots are polished to a sheen.
Backstory: Chauner lived most of his life inside a dank, dingy leprechaun hall within a dungeon along with the rest of his brethren. It was here that they spent their time stealing gold from wandering adventurers and hoarding it to satiate their lust for the substance, something which the fey lad was less then adequate at in most respects, though he did well enough that nobody seemed to mind too much. It would appear that they would repeat this routine a
dd-infinitude, but alas, faith had other plans for the pint-sized plunderers.
A
marauding spelunker had discovered their halls and struck them while they were sleeping, felling several of Chauner's compatriots within a span of minutes. He fled from the hall, nay, the entire dungeon floor, his heart racing before him as he attempted to comprehend the thoughts that were moving through his head. He did not notice the teleportation trap that he had inadvertently stepped on, which then proceeded to launch him into a dirty, grimy town. With little left to do, the leprechaun ventured out in order to find himself, and eventually settled towards joining the guild in order to put off the sorrows that burden him from his earlier traumatic incident.
Requests: Nothing much, really, though subtly biasing item material generation towards gold somewhat would allow him to better make use of his unique trait. Oh, and perhaps make one of his abilities using his spear as a
helicopter rotor for short ranged hovering.