Appearance

Physical Description

A somewhat large raccoon

Body Features

Silvery raccoon fur, slightly lighter than normal fur

Facial Features

Little bandit mask

Identifying Characteristics

Is a sentient raccoon

Physical quirks

Is a literal raccoon

Apparel & Accessories

At present silver is a small hooded figure with a buckler that looks more like a great shield given his size 2 rapiers a bow and a short sword, he is wearing a romper with patches on it and a bib reminiscent to what a butcher would wear, except instead of sleek black leather it’s surface is a coat of black feathers smeared with blood

Specialized Equipment

Longbow, rapier, rapier (silver), short sword (cold iron), shield, chain shirt, breastplate, cloak of useful items (window,boat,war hound), butchers bib (modified), disguise kit, 3 dragon ante set, dungeoners pack, healers kit (9), 1 bottle of lie, potion of vitality,

Special abilities

Can strip naked and pretend to be a normal raccoon

Mentality

Personal history

Silver was a wild raccoon born in lurkwood, he would constantly see two legs come and go along some of the dirt paths, and outskirts of the forest. Predators that choose their prey seemingly at random with various hunting methods, dangerous. One day, he saw a pack of wounded two legs, with one of their group dying on the ground after a prolonged battle between them, and two owl bears. He started drooling realizing he would get to eat a fresh corpse today, but before the dying one could finish becoming food, one of his pack produced a small floating pool of weird smelling red liquid and fed it to its pack mate. Suddenly the wounded two leg started un-dying, wounds closing, life returning. It was very peculiar, dangerous. Several months later one of silvers kin started slowing down, he didn’t act like he used to, he used to run around all day, and play, and he was happy, he was always so happy. But now he had started to slow down, he hardly ate, he barely walked, his fur started turning white and falling out in patches, and he was so sick all the time, he was dying. Then Silver remembered the two legs have a red liquid of un-dying, he knew it would be dangerous to approach such deadly predators and try to take from them, but his only other option was to wait for his closest kin to die. Silver managed to approach a pack of them when they bedded down for the night, and followed his nose rummaging through their neat piles of stuff until he found two hard floating pools of liquid one was a red liquid like before, however this one had little balls of light floating in it, the other was a silvery blue that almost seemed to consciously swim towards him, dangerous, he took both. After nibbling on the weird brown plant thing protecting the red liquid, silver finally managed to free the red stuff and feed it to his sick kin like he had seen the two legs do. Almost immediately his den mate started to un-die, he was jumping around, digging the dirt, and absolutely destroying the dead crow silver had caught for him. He was back to normal, better even. Things were good for several weeks after that, just like old times, until one day his kin didn’t come home. It was going to start raining soon, and storms are dangerous, silver needed to find him before his scent disappeared so he sniffed and searched until he picked up his scent… and.. blood. Silver darted through the forest as quick and quiet as he could, brambles punishing his haste, thorns mocking his desperation, but he wasn’t quick enough, he found his den mate, he found what was left of his den mate, everything hurts. Silver slowly returned to the burrow… quiet… painful. Silver remembered the leftover floating hard liquid, the not red one, the dangerous one. He needed it, dangerous or not, he needed something to make him stop feeling as if he was dying. He dug it up from beneath the stick pile and chewed the weird plant until it surrendered the liquid. Everything bloomed, as if his mind, his soul had shed its winter blanket and the world truly lay bare before him for the first time. Everything within and without erupted with a radiance of clarity, a spectrum of colors unseen, emotions unfelt, thoughts unimagined. Dreams of an unimaginable spectrum, a glimpse of something beyond the self, a understanding of self previously unthinkable. Pain, pain and so much more, beyond the fear, and sorrow, a new feeling, black and writhing, burning all other thoughts away. Hatred. Silver ran back to his friends side, it was too late to save him, but he could find his murderer. He examined the tracks from the strange moving trees the two legs seemed fond of, horse tracks and two straight grooves, completely uniform throughout, they didn’t swerve, they didn’t even try to slow down. He followed the tracks, out of the forest, into the rain, and thunder, he followed. Eventually silver came to a large hive of humans, a town he would come to know as riddleport, he lost the tracks, but he had the scent, he would always remember the scent. He spent time observing the “people” that lived there, deciphering their language, learning how to hunt their own kind like them, cowardly stabbing each other from blind spots. Until he learned enough to pass himself off as one of them. In riddleport he ran small cons with a crew, robbed a few people that were less than polite at Gram Grams bakery, stayed out of the organized crime, and when he found out he could get payed for killing outlaws, the “bad” ones in curwood he secured a stable source of income while he looked for clues about his mystery murderer. After spending some time among them he slowly started to feel like not all of them were bad, just most, and almost all were selfish, very similar to the beasts in the woods. They just hide their savagery behind morality, silver personally favors himself as more of a pragmatist, though he finds cruelty that gains, or avenges nothing distasteful.

Education

Thasalonian history tutelage, linguistics self taught

Employment

Small time Conman, petty thief, novice bounty hunter

Accomplishments & Achievements

Sandpoint drinking champion

Failures & Embarrassments

Lost an archery contest to a random farmer

Mental Trauma

Used to be a raccoon, all the children he’s had so far have been normal raccoons, unable to bond with him on a higher level, his aging has slowed since gaining sentience, so he worries he will outlive all his kids

Intellectual Characteristics

Genius linguist

Morality & Philosophy

Very pragmatic, thinks in terms of the big picture and is more than willing to do some terrible shit if it means preventing something worse, that being said he does not like unnecessary bloodshed and tries to avoid violence and killing when practical, he will also try to avoid killing animals if he can instead calm them down. Has a bit of a soft spot for the downtrodden.

person.sexuality

Silver is still figuring that out, definitely attracted to other raccoons, but is unsure whether or not being attracted to humanoids would be fucked up, he’s unsure if still being attracted to other raccoons is fucked up. He tries not to think to hard about it. He likes either gender

person.gender_identity

Male

Taboos

Dislikes cruelty to innocent animals

Known Languages

Taladan, sylvan, giant, goblin, thasalonian, shelanti, chelish, tian

Personality

Motivation

Find who road killed his friend, find his way in the world, what is a sentient raccoon supposed to do?

Quotes & Catchphrases

Your mothers a raccoon

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Exceedingly sneaky, socially awkward, he is only 5ish and has only been sentient for 3 of those years so he sometimes doesn’t communicate properly

Likes & Dislikes

Loves gram grams cream puffs, animals, helping creatures (sometimes), dislikes peppermint oil, coffee, cayenne, chili peppers

Virtues & Personality perks

Can be exceedingly patient when stalking a foe, kind, sonder, empathetic

Vices & Personality flaws

Experiencing nodus tollens, occasionally socially inept, will occasionally misread others actions as more threatening than they were intended

Personality Quirks

Prefers to sleep in hidden locations when possible, would rather sleep on a pillow under the dresser than on the bed

Hygiene

He is overly self conscious about the negative views people have about raccoons being filthy, as such he takes extra care to keep as clean as possible, constantly brushing himself with his prestidigitation comb when possible

Social

Birthplace

Lurkwood

Current Residence

Sandpoint

Contacts & Relations

Earned the names flash of silver in riddleport as a euphemism for his tendency to shoot people from behind, in the shadows when there vulnerable, all his marks see is a flash of silver, that and the fact that most of his targets were small timers who were only worth silver, not gold. Earned the tittle curwood killer in riddleport due to his unusually high volume of bounties.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Flash of silver
Curwood killer

Wealth & Financial state

No special wealth to speak of but one of his buddies back in riddleport got him interested in investing his wealth for long term gains, he now realizes the importance of a well structured and diversified investment portfolio. Though he suspects that friend intends to open a shop eventually and might be trying to butter him up in advance. Silver managed to make a living in riddleport with his crew, they ran various small thefts, their usual modus operandi involved sleipnir using his position as a dockhand to keep track of shipments so the group knew what was coming into town, Eidolon would keep an ear open at the bar to figure out if anyone had plans to steal incoming merchandise, and to make sure nothing coming in belonged to anyone connected with the major gangs, and Danestiev would watch the shops to figure out who got what and make manifests so they could forecast what supplies they could expect, in what quantities in the future. Silvers job was to take this information sneak onto the docks, and figure out how much of what to skim without anyone catching on, sleipnir would then sell the goods to the caravans when he delivered supplies. In between jobs silver would spend his time working as a bounty hunter in curwood, he didn’t go after the big fish, he wasn’t that stupid, he would pick off no name stragglers, people with small bounties that hadn’t joined in with anyone yet. They weren’t worth much but they were easy enough to ambush and were constantly drip feeding into the woods. Silver made a bit of a name for himself, not for being particularly powerful, but for his sneaky, borderline cowardly ambush based fighting style, and the unnerving frequency with which he would bring in small bounties. None were impressive by any means, but silver was known to kill people almost daily, bounties or not, most don’t have the stomach for that.

Family Ties

Has a few raccoon kids, but they seem to be normal raccoons, he will occasionally bring them dried meats and fruits, and hunt around there habitat to thin out encroaching predators, male raccoons aren’t usually involved in raising the kids at all, so by raccoon standards that’s actually really good. He also has several friends in riddleport. Before learning how to speak fluently, when he first arrived in riddleport he would scavenge for food in the town and surrounding woods while observing the people. During this time the only person he ran into that showed kindness to a wild raccoon was sweet little old gram gram, an elderly woman that owns a bakery, who after finding silver rummaging through her garbage, not only didn’t chase him off, but also started setting out cream puffs in the alley way when she would close down for the night. After silver learned how to speak, disguise himself, and understood how money worked one of the first things he did was go to gram grams bakery to get some cream puffs, and pay for them the proper way. He’s been a regular ever since, and goes out of his way to remember rude customers so he could mug them later. One day while talking to gram gram he mentioned that he was sleeping in the woods outside of town, she recommended a shared housing place that wasn’t super nice, but was mostly ignored by the gangs of riddleport and was cheap. This is how silver met his future roommates, crime mates, and buddies. A centaur named sleipnir who worked as a dockhand, and once a month would help bring supplies to the vistani caravans. He was fast even by centaur standards, and devilishly smart. He would repair things that broke and were scrapped from dock shipments, and vistani caravans to resell for money. An Arakokra named eidolon who worked as a bouncer at a tavern in town, didn’t talk about himself much, but was scary when mad and had a weird complexion, never seemed to eat much, or sleep. And a kenku who originally introduced himself as Archibold Withersby, a scholar, but who silver later found out was Danesteiv Vistani, a conman who used to work for the caravans and was new in town he was raised by the caravans after his parents traded him to them for a set of bellows, not a trade they would usually take but his parents had implied that they wouldn’t be able to feed him and would have to abandon him in the woods if they couldn’t make this trade, so one of the traders took pity on him and took him in, after he grew up he decided he wanted to be a craftsman, and set up a store to craft and sell goods for the vistani to pay them back so he left the caravans, and has been running scams to save up money.

Religious Views

Silver has heard people talk about the gods, and feels that rather than being divine symbols of worship, they are just powerful ancient spell casters who symbiotically, or parasitically trade faith for favors. They gain power through faith, and their favor tends to serve the purpose of furthering their own agenda, so there as selfish as the rest of us, just older and more powerful.

Social Aptitude

Nice but awkward, he tries to be friendly, emphasis on TRIES

Mannerisms

Typically rides on someone larger, usually Lemmy

Hobbies & Pets

Enjoys books on psychology, philosophy, sociology, and animal husbandry, likes petting domestic animals, and feeding birds