Username: Somneli
Name of Character: Sentell
Gender: Male
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Race: Gillikinese
Religion (if any): professes Unionism, though his attachment to his physical possessions makes one wonder how dedicated he actually is to that belief
Weapon of Preference: probably clubs or hammers, since if you swing them hard enough you don't really need precise depth perception
Backstory: Sentell was born and raised in a moderately wealthy family in Gillikin. Though not members of the very highest class, they have always been well off, and income from their clockwork inventions is more than enough to cover their needs. So Sentell grew up learning how to make clockwork systems. He tends to hold a very high view of himself and his family, to the point of looking down on anyone who's too poor or too different from himself to be "worthy" of his attention. He derived this attitude from the other wealthier folks around him; he just doesn't know any better.
His eye was injured in an embarrassingly avoidable childhood accident that he refuses to talk about. If asked directly, he has a story prepared that makes it sound like a much nobler injury.
Despite his professed superiority, he actually knows very little about the world outside his family's social circles. His interactions with the other races have been superficial at best. His lack of depth perception at times can make him clumsier than he'd like to admit, and his skill with any weapon or form of defense is hampered by it.

(yes, I'm going a bit generic with race and backstory and such... hopefully that's okay. ^.^:; )

a) Speak with Serora more... kind of

Rubbing at his eye to try to clear his still-blurry vision, Sentell leans over and reaches for the satchel beside the bed. He looks through everything, counting rapidly under his breath, and then looks up at the strange woman with a deeply hostile glare. "Where's the rest of my money? Did you steal it, Winkie? I know for a fact I had over seven hundred green pennies with me. What did you do with the rest of them?"

(I've read through that whole thread a few times now haha)

Her response was so unexpected that Sentell didn't know how to react. He stared at the bread for a long moment, then took it carefully and stuffed it into his satchel. He tried to think back to what he was doing... how he'd ended up there... but had little success recalling much of anything at all.

With a sigh of great reluctance, he realized this woman might be his only source of information to figure out what was going on. Clearing his throat, he asked, "So you have no idea what I'm doing here? Or where the rest of my stuff went? And... what do you mean, revenge?"