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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Donatello" data-source="post: 383007" data-attributes="member: 987">Khelben Everett Greycastle – “Everett” - Male Human Bard 9, Neutral GoodStrength: 10Dexterity: 16Constitution: 12Intelligence: 12Wisdom: 10Charisma: 19 (21)Hit Points: 50Armor Class: 21 (+3 Dex, +5 armor, +3 shield)BAB: +6/+1Fort: +4Ref: +9Will: +6SkillsBluff 12 +18 (+19)Concentration 8 +9Craft (calligraphy) 2 +5Decipher Script 5 +6Diplomacy 10 +16 (+17)Gather Information 10 +14 (+15)Hide 3 +6Intuit Direction 6 +6Move Silently 3 +6Perform 12 +18 (+19)Sense Motive 12 +16 (+17)Tumble 5 +8Use Magic Device 8 +12 (+13) FeatsArtist Smooth TalkSustain SongVivify SongWeapon Finesse: Rapier GearEntertainer’s outfitCold-weather outfitTraveler’s outfitPeasant’s outfitAdamantine Shield+2 Studded Leather+1 RapierRing of Feather FallingRing of WarmthHeward’s Handy HaversackCloak of Charisma (+2)Mac-fuirmidh CithernMasterwork mandolinMasterwork fiddle50 ft. of silk ropeBedrollWinter blanket2 scroll cases (1 holding 20 sheets of blank parchment, the other holding 8 composed songs about his travels)Flask of fine brandyFlint and SteelInkpenVial of black inkVial of red inkVial of blue inkVial of purple inkBullseye lantern1 gallon of lamp oil1 pound of soapSmall spadeA small chest locked with a good lock containing 52 pp 326 gp and 3 spSongs Per Day: 12/5 (13/6)Songs Known: Notes: Countersong, Deflect Blow, Influence, Inspire Courage, Minor Healing, StunChords: Charm, Counter Silence, Swift Song Occupation: Out of work con man, drifter, balladeerPersonality: Always with a smile on his lips and a tale in his heart, Everett is truly a very outgoing and charming individual.  Unfortunately, due to the recent events in the world, a deep and powerful vein of sadness has entered his normally optimistic outlook.  He has begun to live life as if to make the best story, rather than to truly accomplish anything.  He believes that the forces of evil that have taken residence in the Silver Marches are virtually undefeatable, and he hopes that he can write songs worthy of the next age of humankind.  He is powerfully motivated by his legacy, and has become quite meticulous in keeping a journal, as well as writing songs to accompany any occasion.  He believes his first name, chosen by star-struck parents to honor a now-dead hero of Faerun, is the true indication that he will die gruesomely at the hands of the new enemy.Appearance: A tall, thin man with a lithe build and graceful frame.  He is quite handsome, his brown hair accented by highlights of blonde with shocking blue eyes and a playful smile.  He typically dresses in nice clothing, and seems to have just the right look for any occasion.  He has a thin beard and moustache that he keeps impeccably trimmed.  His hands are almost feminine, with long, delicate fingers and immaculately manicured nails.Khelben, although he insists being called Everett by everyone but his mother, was born in the city of Waterdeep in 1358 at the height of the Time of Troubles.  While gods walked the earth, Cariana and Hufo Greycastle were sitting in their humble apartment above Hufo’s printing shop, struggling through a difficult birth.  Despite the presence of a priestess of Lathander, the birthing process was exceptionally difficult, leading the priestess to believe that without her intervention, the baby would have been born dead.  As a mark of good luck, Cariana chose to name her newborn son Khelben, hoping that the name of the local icon and hero would have a positive influence on his fortunes. Hating the fact that he was named for one of the single most famous men in the North, the young boy took to using his middle name; Everett.  Early in his life Everett discovered his two-fold talents.  First, he found he was a very good singer, with a voice that rivaled the children in the Choir of Selune that practiced as the sun set.  His other talent was for manipulation.  Everett was a conniving youth, often spinning yards to his family and friends alike to get what he wanted.  His father always saw through the lies, being a merchant of no small reputation and who could spot a con in progress, but his mother refused to believe that her little angel could be capable of such ill deeds.  She would often end up in arguments with Hufo over Everett’s latest tale, as she simply would not accept that her son was anything less than benevolent to the levels of divinity.As he progressed into his teenage years, Everett began to realize just how much his lies were hurting people.  He overheard an argument between his mother and father as he was sneaking out of the house for the sixth time that month (to meet his girlfriend behind the stables), where his mother absolutely insisted her son would not stoop so low as to sneak out, but would simply ask for permission to see his belle.  His father, on the other hand, had found evidence, like straw on the soles of Everett’s boots and an undiscovered wooden bowl hidden under his pillow that he would have found if he actually went to bed.  Their arguments would rage on for hours, with Everett listening from upstairs, too cowardly to just come forward and admit his manipulations.When he was 18 years old Everett faced his first true tragedy in life with the death of his father.  Everett stood at the funeral, thinking back on how many times he caused his parents to violently argue, and swore a silent oath that he would take care to hold his deceitful tongue in the future.  This oath did not exactly hold him to the truth all of the time, but it certainly changed his outlook on life from a selfish boy to a kind-hearted man.With his father gone, leaving his mother with quite a lot of money, Everett saw nothing holding him to Waterdeep.  He instead purchased a mandolin and a blank book, and set out down the Sword Coast, towards Baldur’s Gate, to make his way as a traveling minstrel.  He wished to see the world, and with his mother well taken care of, she gave him her blessing and he took to the road.  It is on this road he’s been since, traveling as far as he can without running headlong into Storm’s hordes.  He’s worked as a minstrel and a poet, a bodyguard and mercenary, a duelist and a romancier.  He simply keeps wandering; writing his stories, hoping his legacy will be as dramatic and exciting as he’s writing it to be.</blockquote>

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