Jakkar "Jak" Heart-Throb
WEAPON(s) OF CHOICE- Lute or Long Sword
ALIGNMENT- Lawful Neutral
EYES- Light Grey
FAITH- Helm, god of protection
HAIR- White, black horns
SKIN- Pale Blue
WEIGHT- 200 lbs
Elf - Eladrin
WEAPON(s) OF CHOICE- Magic, Staff or Yklwa
EYES- Light Gray
FAITH- Silvanus, god of wild nature
WEIGHT- 100 lbs
Not much of a fighter, but will help Xandrie if he wants or she asks
Jakkar "Jak" Heart-Throb As the town started to come to life, the small closet-like room that Jak decided to rent wasn't the best at keeping the noise out. He groaned as he stretched on his small bed on the floor which consisted of mostly straw and thin blankets. Mornings weren't his thing and waking up was the worst, unless he was having one of his nightmares. Then waking up was a blessing. His time in the army, trying to heal those who couldn't be healed was the worst. His nightmares made them even harder to heal than the real life twist they came from.
He sat up and dressed for the day. His leather armor fit him like it was tailored to him, which is was. Other than donning the human army colors, these were the same clothes he wore. Instead of medic gear, he now donned his musical instruments. Though he still had his long sword on his hip. Sometimes physical fighting was the only way to do things, plus when it came to his music magic, he preferred the helpful side of his spells. His lute had a strap to secure it across his chest so it hung on his back over his small backpack.
Jakkar made his way downstairs to the Tavern. The Red Goose was a home away from home for Jak. He often traveled around the Dwarven kingdom. It was so different from the human one and he liked it. Plus the booze was better as were the people. Even though he was part Fiend, the Dwarves didn't care as much as the humans did. Especially when Jak made it a priority to help anyone who asked.
He made his way up to the bar and waited for the Half-Orc to notice him. As much as he wanted his morning ale, he was patient. "Morning, Hammer-Fist." Jak smiled brightly to the male behind the counter. It wasn't his real name, but a nickname that Jak had given him. Ogugbu wasn't a name that Jak was comfortable saying and it was a name he didn't particularly remember either. At least Ogugbu didn't mind being called something like Hammer-Fist. "The usual?" Jak nodded and looked around the tavern as he waited for his mug of ale.
Xandrie Wildfoot Xandrie was rudely awoken by a high elf nudging her with his boot. She had fallen asleep with her fox, Rusco, on the outskirts of town near the wall that surrounded them. "Oi, Kid! You can't sleep here. Where are y-" Before the man could finish asking where her parents were, she swiftly knocked him on his back with a kick to the back of his knees. She was standing over him with her finger in his face. "Don't ya' know it's rude to kick people?" Her accent came from the version of elvish she learned growing up. "I am not a kid, you old fart." She picked up her backpack and staff that were leaning against the wall. It was luck that they weren't stolen in the part of town she was in. Maybe her looks of being a kid kept people away because they didn't want to steal from a child.
Leaving the man still on the ground, she clicked her tongue to signal to Rusco to follow her. She shook her coin purse and listened to the few coins rattling inside. "Looks like eh small breakfast today, Rus." Xandrie said to her fox as she led them towards a tavern. The Red Goose was known for it's cheap and delicious meats as well as their mead. She guessed she'd have enough for a meaty breakfast, but would have to hunt later if she didn't find work. Rusco ran ahead and went around the tavern, probably to find scraps people threw out.
Xandrie entered and immediately started to salivate at the smell of boar. She noticed that the tables were almost all empty, everyone there was up at the bar either standing or sitting on one of the few stools. She took out her coins and walked to the side of the bar which was almost as tall as she was. Standing at 5 foot even, the bar was probably 4 feet tall, so just her head showed above it. Not a very short person accommodating bar. "I'll take some boar." She said as she laid out her coins for the bartender to see. He grunted as he nodded and disappeared into the back. Xandrie used this time to discreetly scan the place. The Half-Orc returned with a nice plate of meat and took 3 of her 5 coins. She bowed her head in thanks and then found a table in the middle of the room.