Winds of Change
Name: Erling Raske
Birthday: 15th of Flamerule
Alignment: Neutral Good
Sub race: Chondathan
Nickname or preferred name: N/A
Occupation: Guard for the Temple of Avandra
Mannerisms: Upbeat. Happy to see what comes, and will face challenges as they arise. Once the path is laid out will follow it to the end.
Notable Traits: Considered and slow to act
Education: Taught by the Temple of Avandra
Strengths: Courageous, steadfast
Weaknesses: Sometimes naïve, can be slow to make a decision
Likes: Physical exercise.
Life goal: TBC
Aspirations: Spread the word of Avandra, become captain of the guard.
Favourite Food: Pork belly
Favourite Drink: Water
Sexuality: 0. Completely heterosexual
Romantic Interest: None
Restrictions on Race for sexual interest: None
Restrictions on Subrace for sexual interest: None
Notable friendship: TBC
Reserved Vs. Outgoing: 3
Emotionally Chaotic Vs. Emotionally Stable: 2
Submissive Vs. Dominate: 4
Serious Vs. Less Serious: 2
Expedient Vs Conscientious:4
Timid Vs Venturesome:4
Tough- Minded Vs. Sensitive:2
Trusting Vs Suspicious:2
Practical Vs. Imaginative:2
Forthright Vs. Shrewd: 2
Self-Assured Vs. Apprehensive: 3
Conservative Vs. Liberal: 3
Group Dependent Vs. Self-Sufficient: 4
Uncontrolled Vs. Controlled: 4
Relaxed Vs. Tense: 3
Body Type: Well built.
Eye Colour: Brown
Attire: When not wearing armour he usually wears a pair of trousers and a button up shirt of durable material
Notable Items: A lute is often either in his hands or slung across his pack
Having grown up in and around the Temple of Avandra Erling Raske received a surprisingly good education, for someone without noble heritage. Schooled in various aspects, such as reading, writing, arithmetic, music, religion and history, where he really excelled was the training yard. It soon became clear that this was where his gifts lay, and he moved into the Temple Guard.
Often chided for being seen wearing his armour sans helmet, revealing short, dark hair and brown eyes. The tabard with the three waves of Avandra is prominent, as is the instrument rarely far from his hands. When it isn’t in his hands, his lips will often be humming a tune, likely one that he picked up in the temple.