Name: Seannon Starfall, or just "Shawn" to his friends
Background: As a child (then called Seannon Talltallow), Seannon was born into service on a wealthy Chelish aristocrat's plantation, one of the many halflings kept by the rural nobility as slaves. With the help of a visiting priest of Desna that secretly belonged to the Bellflower network, he was lucky enough to escape to Kintargo, where he eventually found work at a dwarven tanner's shop. His employer has never seen the brand of ownership on his chest, but Seannon suspects that the old leatherworker would look the other way if he ever did. Still, Seannon fears that his presence will bring the authorities down upon them, and for his employer's sake the last twenty years he has tried to avoid drawing attention to himself.
The halfling is impulsive and hates injustice, however, and more and more often he finds himself bristling at the draconian rules the civic authorities have imposed. Not that Seannon is outspoken about his faith, but he has devoutly followed the Lady of Dreams ever since her spokesperson rescued him, and the recent outlawing of Desna's worship particularly rankled him. He began attending secret revolutionary meetings with other halflings and demihumans in the neighborhood, all of them masked so as not to be recognized if caught. Together they have been practicing fighting, as it seems likely it will soon come to that. Another halfling who joined their band claimed to represent a revolutionary group called the Silver Ravens, which intrigued Seannon. He refrained from asking about it, but listened carefully whenever they were mentioned.
As of last week it appears this halfling representative has gone missing. Feeling a sense of forboding, Seannon began asking around, even looking up a few old contacts from the Bellflower network. If he was really concerned and wanted to help his friend, they told him, he should go to the Aria Park protest and look for a human wearing one black leather glove on his right hand. This man would help him find the Silver Ravens. Seannon was not sure what to do, and privately decided to leave it alone-- but somehow on the day of the protest he found himself donning his mask and walking to the park anyway. (Meeting a Contact)
Personality: Seannon tries to be low-key and not make noise, but it is his nature to rebel. His friends and neighbors look to him for support and listen to what he says. In private, he does not mince words about his dislike of Thrune's takeover and his approval of the actions of the Glorious Reclamation. When wearing his mask he feels larger than life, and becomes almost like a folk hero with his witty banter and ability to lead others.
Roles: Striker (melee and ranged fighter), Face (Bluff, Diplomacy)
Seannon cursed himself and his impetuousness. This is the park, he thought. "What am I doing here?" he muttered aloud. Involuntarily, the thought sprung into his head, the words from the meeting: To Rebellion! To Liberation! To the future!
Male CG Halfling Swashbuckler (Flying Blade), Level 2
Init +5, HP 19/19, Speed 30
AC 17, Touch 14, Flat-footed 14, CMD 11
studded leather (+3 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Size)
Fort +2, Ref +6, Will -1
CMB -1, Base Attack Bonus +2
starknife +7 (1d3+4, x3)
Abilities Str 6 (-2), Dex 17 (+3), Con 14 (+2), Int 12 (+1), Wis 8 (-1), Cha 18 (+4)