Lynn Anelu

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Lynn. Lynn is a merman…but one that seems to much prefer the comforts of living on land. You would think the fins on his calves and forearms or the webs between his fingers and toes would get in the way of hand to hand combat…but Lynn has harnessed the energy within him to be a far more terrifying combatant than his appearance would suggest. He was thrust quite unceremoniously onto a merfolk monastery at a young age by his callous aunt…where he was then instructed in the rare “frozen mist” style of fighting by the senior monks. He would have been kicked out almost as soon as he had entered…but he was a damn prodigy. He took to it like a fish out of water like they had never quite seen before. He eventually left on his own accord and never looked back. The life of a monk was far too confining for him. He would far rather see the world and make trouble. He may be petulant, bratty, play coy (unconvincingly) far too often, and be more than a little selfish…but he is fiercely loyal and protective of those he deems worthy of it. He may be a handful and a half…but he's got a good heart deep down…and it may be hurting more than he lets on.