Ferriah Starpelt's page

0-Level Spells: Daze/ Detect Magic/ Spark/ Summon Instrument.
1-Level Spells: Tap Inner Beauty/ Chord of Shards.

Ferriah grew up with nothing but the clothes on his back. His parents had dumped him in an alleyway as a kid and chased a bottle straight to their graves. Being one of only three catfolk in the entire city, he was immediately shunned by everyone, but there was one thing that Ferriah had that no one could have given him: he had a silver tongue. Before long the catfolk boy was sitting in taverns and inns telling the wildest stories that a man could dream of, and he was being showered in gold and cheers. Yet he still grew bored, by the time he was 14 he had told over a thousand stories of the heroic deeds of others and he started to feel like he had done nothing, so he decided to leave and make his own stories. As he plotted his adventure in the coming year, he soon decided that he wouldn't be a hero cloaked in shining gold armor, he was going to be the one who climbed out of the gutter and ruled the world. So one day he set his bag of gold on the counter and left his home town with nothing but what he had started with: the clothes on his back and the words in his head.

Ferriah stands very tall for a catfolk, and even though he isn't particularly strong, he certainly looks it. He has a scar going right across his face from the tip of his right eyebrow to the bottom of his jaw. His fur is jet-black, but has a few silver hairs that make him appear to be shimmering as he walks.