Connor McCloud

Wood-Elf Hermit


Grumpy, Smelly, and Sarcastic.
Rarely speaks.

Connor is a stealthy beast of ill repute. His Chaotic Neutral alignment assures that he is a good time at parties, but his 6’3" frame and good looks will give any dwarf a stiff neck. Nevermind the fact that he cares very little about his travel companions because his finesse with a sword and accuracy with a bow will provide a useful place in any campaign.

His sense of humor is rarely understood and often mistaken for rude insults. It has been noted by travelers unlucky enough to spend time with him that he never bathes because he believes if he washes himself he loses the experience of the adventure. It seems this odd belief was given to him by his mother. bq).


Connor McCloud

Tyranny of Dragons Daemir