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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Unkabear" data-source="post: 3172772" data-attributes="member: 39373">FlitPixieRogue 1Flit is a pixie cursed with curiosity.  He does more than just trick people, he wants to go out and thwart Evil.  During the last war flit was a passive observer. He watched as the world tore itself apart. During the rebuilding and healing Flit has gone about in search of more.  He is plagued by guilt of not actively fighting for anything.  He traveled with healers and clerics on pilgrimages to help rebuild towns and farms after the war.  There was much to rebuild and though he worked with generations of people getting back to their old lives there was always another place of desolation that had not been returned to for habitation.When rumors of a gathering of tribes of men and goblins and magic’s began to filter out of the mountains Flit knew what he had to do.  He began his journey to find what forces of the light might have been amassing and join their forces.  This time he would not be weighed down by the guilt of not doing anything.Flit stands a solid 2 ½ feet tall.  He would stand in for a perfect specimen of an elf if it wasn’t for the fact that he had longer ears, wings and was too short.  He wears earth tones to match his dusty brown hair and eyes.  He keeps himself well groomed, though his attire would be better suited for a traveler than one to attend court.  Unlike most of his brethren he embraces the Crossbow as a weapon instead of the bow.  Flit likes the feel of it, it is a steadier weapon for flit and one he can appreciated.  His crossbow though is intricately carved, by his own hand, and its name is wasp.Ferrel (Cat) HedoaenAir Gnome (Unearthed Arcana)Rogue 5Ferrel was always the picked on one. He was the runt of his family, of his class, of his town. He learned early in life that most times it was better to not be noticed than to be picked on. He spent a good deal of time alone and after a while began, as all Gnomes are, to be curious. He wondered how things worked. He began to work at locks to see if he could open them. More often than not he was outmatched by the simple locks let alone the master ones. But still he tried. As well he found that he enjoyed rooftops to be far superior to the common streets. But even though he was becoming very good at things that his mother warned him would lead to a life down in the slums. Ferrel had no intention of joining any thieves’ guild. Yet he had no desire to give up his rooftops. He could make a coin disappear with the best of them, but did not turn that into theft. Because of the blood of his mother’s side his skin was dark, but not as dark as those of his kin, and his hair was so white that it was nearly blue. This did not help the little runt known as Ferrel one bit. It only serves to draw attention to himself. And the time that he changed the color of his hair using coal turned into a fine beating. To his few friends he is loyal to a fault. He has been known to sling rocks from rooftops to distract would be bullies, giving his friends time to run. This at times has been known to get Ferrel into trouble, but again to save his friends it was worth the risk. And they have done the same for him in the past as well. His natural ability to hold his breath for a long time, longer than others really know, lets him go down to the bottom and fetch things. Sometimes pearls, sometimes a stray gold piece, sometimes a sword from a lost age.When Ferrel was beginning to grow into a young man his family moved. His father had been moderately successful Alchemist and the family moved to A larger City. Ferrel found the change refreshing. A larger city meant that there were more rooftops. And one blue haired Gnome did not attract as much attention as it did in a small town. Ferrel found himself with a ragtag band of misfits and orphans. His practiced skills fit in well and he was taught other skills as well. But he did not like the theft. He ended up drifting away from them rather quick and began searching for something. Sometimes running odd jobs, courier, not always to the most reputable of people. But the family could use the help, and so Ferrel consolidated himself by not asking too many questions, and doing what he could to work for as many of the good as the bad.  Now that he is grown and there is another looming war on the horizon Ferrel has to make a decision.  Continue to do nothing, or do something to help stop the inevitable hoard.____________________________Ferrel stands little over 3’ but not by enough to add another notch to the doorframe. He weighs 35lbs. He is lean but not malnourished. His skin is dark to the casual elf, but lighter than the common Gnome. His hair stands in contrast as a bright white blue, Ferrel ties it back and lets it hang down his back in a loose braid. His eyebrows and light goatee stand stark against his face highlighting his strong cheekbones. His Ice Blue Eyes peer out with obvious curiosity. He is light and slight. When he shaves he is often mistaken for a young young child. But looks can be deceiving. He prefers more of the dark tones, browns and blues in light leathers. Nothing that stands out, but not anything that draws attention for trying too hard to not be noticed either.If he were approved I would like to take a few prestige class levels here and there in the Thief Acrobat Prc.  If the Prc is not approved then he would go straight rogue all the way.I would enjoy playing either.  I love playing rogues but have never had a chance to play a pixie.  Though would not be disappointed if I were told to play Ferrel.</blockquote>

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