--Name¬ Istvan Vanoson
--Race¬ Aarakocra
--Age¬ Well, about 25, in human years...
--Height¬ six foot
--Weight¬ 105 (hollow bones)
--Currency¬ Just a few coins and small shiny crystals and semi-precious stones he's picked up here and there
--Class¬ Cleric of Noric, god of the Sky and of Freedom
--Description¬ Istvan looks like an anthropomorphic cardinal. He carries a small, slightly pointy mace, and a sling with heavy lead weights to fire from it.


----Background: Raised high amongst the twice-as-big-as-redwoods Skytrees of the Swift tribe, Istvan was told that just because he happened to be born with the traditional red plumage and markings of a cardinal, it didn't mean he had to become a cleric if he didn't want to... But he did want to. He felt a calling to do good in the world, and to uphold the teachings of Noric about freedom for all peoples...

He studied all the songs and ballads and hymns about Noric, and eventually he was allowed to go out and do missionary work amongst the wingless...


----Skills: Istvan knows a lot about being a cleric of Noric, but he doesn't really know much about other religions. He's open to hearing about them, though, since Noric is all about doing your own thing as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else...

--Istvan is a pretty good judge of character
--Istvan is very good at noticing small details (when he isn't overwhelmed by too many new things at once)
--Istvan can be very persuasive
--Istvan is a pretty good shot with his sling!


(Yes, the weapons in this picture are wrong, but just to give you the idea...)