Homeland: Various

"How dare you presume to be my equal, mongrel filth! My magical powers and intellect far exceed your own!"

For centuries, your kin, the Tanasians, were the rightful rulers of Cymril, bringing the ungrateful populace to prominence on the continent. Many strict laws were created, bringing much needed order to the city, and firmly ensuring that each individual knew where they stood in life, according to social status and magical prowess. Magic was well regulated, and a national unity encouraged by the blanket use of greens and yellows, for all dress and construction work. The peasants knew who their betters were, and flourished because of this. All was right. Then, the upstarts decided they wanted more than they were entitled to, and when your parents ignored their incessant whining, they rebelled and elected that liberal fool Azradamus as the new Wizard King. When your kin attempted to regain power by coup, they were scandalized and made into exiles - hunted like common vermin, fleeing for safety across the continent. You were but a child during those tumultuous times, but your parents have raised you to acknowledge your natural superiority, and noble lineage, despite living in foreign lands. Like them, and many other Tanasians, you plan for the day when once again Cymril's only true nobility will restore themselves to their rightful place of privilege and authority.

Physical Characteristics: 6'-6'5", 120-160 lbs. Pale green skin and hair, golden eyes, slender build, handsome features.

Attributes:
INT +3
PER +1
WIL +1
CHA 0
STR -1
DEX 0
CON -1
SPD 0
CR -1
MR +5
HP 19

Skills:
Magic Order of choice
Six Modes of choice +3
Arcane Lore +4
Etiquette +5
Ride +3
Cultures +2
High Talislan, native
Low Talislan, basic
Archaen, fluent
Local Native Language (if applicable), fluent

Equipment: High-collared cloak and robes of green fustian, dyed green leather boots, leather-bound spellbook, pouch, lacquered green black iron gauntlets.

Wealth: 200 gold lumens in local currency.