Ilarian was born in the middle class of Westcrown to a priest of Asmodeus, and during the events that almost tore Westcrown apart, his latent infernal heritage boiled to the surface. Through some cunning move at a card game, he had procured a map of the Mwangi Expanse, 1100 gold, and fantasies of the wonders that the jungles held, secreted away in it's underbrush. Determined to make something of himself outside the decrepit infernal machine that is Cheliax, he set off to find passage to Sargava.
Appearance:
The half-elf appears as a typical half-elven citizen of Cheliax: lightly tanned skin, high arched eyebrows, tall and lean, and an edge of superiority that creeps into his voice. His voice oozes charm, however, and it is hard to resist returning his wide grin. His hair is worn loosly, with the exception of a small ponytail in the back, and he wears a small goatee, neatly trimmed. His muscles are finely toned from a life of hard labor, but he carries himself as a noble, proud to a fault sometimes. He wears a golden pentacle openly, a last gift from a father who showed uncharictaristic warmth in his final hours with his son. His clothes are obviously new, and custom tailored, slacks still bearing their initial creases. His vest is especially nice, it's shoulders standing out, held in place by thin strips of metal to form sort of a bat's wing pattern.
Other Possessions
Backpack
Bedroll
Caltrops x5
Tent
Scroll case
Waterskin
Trail Rations x10
Rope, Hemp (50 ft)
Lock (good)
Mirror, small steel
Belt Pouch
Sack
Wand of Mount, 50 charges, Cl 1
Copy of the "Asmodean Monograph" (It's how he got so good at diplomacy, in addition to natural talent.)
small golden pentagram, a gift from his father
99 gold
8 silver
