Adillan 'Alabaster' Renesslot in Obrevar

Character Name : Adillan “Alabaster” Renesslot

Height : 6’ 0”

Age : 47

Gender : Male

Sexual Orientation : Bisexual, female preferring

Faction : Cholobre

Race : Human

Class : Trickster

Job (Optional) : N / A

Biography : 

Alabaster grew up learning about fear, living fear, breathing fear. Don’t break the rules or else you’ll be damned. Don’t get lost or else you’ll be whisked away by bad folks and sold off. And DON’T accept an invitation to a party being held in the Draether East or else, well. That part was self-explanatory. The entire world held little balance and peace, and fear was the one of the only constants that he and many others had left to hold onto.

In spite of that, he decided to try out every risk he could think of, risks that didn’t come at the cost of his life. He stole, he trespassed, and he got lost, among others. Eventually, he ended up being driven out of the factions he was inhabiting. If not by the government, then by the public.

Having not many places left to turn to, he began to wander. He trekked through the wilderness by himself, passing by the trees and castles that stood tall over the rest of the world. And behind them, he could see the Monarch’s Mountain, the great ascent that promised power to the faction that could conquer its summit. Power was the least of his concerns, but he was curious to see what could really be sitting at the top of that mountain. And what really lay inside the castles and dungeons that dotted their Obrevarian landscape? Treasure, adventure, and mysteries await!

And, of course, death.

The thought invigorated him and terrified him. Losing his life was the only risk that he didn’t want to take, but how else was he going to venture into those venues of very bad things? It was going to be his biggest risk yet, and he hoped that it wouldn’t be his last.

Determined to be as prepared for the adventure as he could, he traveled to the only faction that he hadn’t yet touched with his risk-taking escapades: Cholobre. The nation was young, and its archives were not the most extensive, but he had to make do. He used his years there to study potential dangers, learn what he had to fear and what he did not. He studied and practiced ways to fight furtively. And when he thought he had learned everything he could, plus a little more, he set out to find a party. It would be folly to go out on his own, he knew. Thus, his adventure begins.