Haille

Skill Proficiencies

 * Arcana
 * History
 * Persuasion
 * Religion
 * Languages: Draconic, Common, Dwarvish, Celestial, Primordial

Spells
Shocking Grasp
 * Cantrips: 

Ray Of Frost

Gust (EE)

Shape Water (EE) Fog Cloud
 * 1st Level:

Thunderwave

Mage Armor

Chromatic Orb

Witch Bolt

Appearance
6ft 2in, 188cm. 200lb, 90kg

White scales covered with grey spots akin to freckles. Three fingers and a thumb on each hand. Magical wind surrounds me as I channel my storm powers. I have purple grey eyes that brighten as I cast spells. I have a habit of touching my face or fiddling with my hands while speaking, which is only heightened when I'm nervous.

I usually wear my hooded robe which is a deep blue/purple grey, the colour of terrible storm clouds. My staff is made of a dark ebony wood, wrapped in copper following the wood grain, that encases two crystals.

Background
Master Bodhran (Male Brass Dragonborn) left me with only a minor lead to find the storm giants.

I come from the mountainous town of Okarthel in Relmaur.

I'm headed to Sambral in hope of finding one of my dragonborn kin with strong connection to their dragon heritage, those tied to the dawn titans by blood. I've heard of the dragonheirs of The Sword Lands, humans with the ability to control dragons by gaze or touch, investigating the myths may lead me to the truth of the behir. If I can find the resting place of a dragon, I might just find a behir trail.

Traits

 * I've read every book in the world's greatest libraries, at least I like to boast that I have.


 * I become impatient on tasks that do not directly help my current quest.


 * Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence.


 * I speak without really thinking about my words, invariably insulting others.


 * I react with hostility when others doubt my intelligence.

Quotes

 * "Dragon is much like Dwarf see, we both love gold"
 * "Of course you know giants, how could you miss them, they are so big!"