I'm a short, nimble tabaxi man in my 20's. I'm an adventurer with Daybreak, a guild of heroes led by a gren dragonborn man named Arvonax Dreadmaw, my husband, who I love very much. I'm making up for the mistakes I made in my youth as a pirate. I love storms, stars, and the sky. I love music, sailing, and machines. I love lightning and magic. I love to sneak and steal. I have a brother named Rikken, a son named Cricket, and a daughter named Alana.

I'm a tabaxi rogue, a druid, and an ex-pirate.

I'm a friendly, clever, and confident green-scaled dragonborn man. I have an athletic build, a pair of ear fins, two fleshy horns, and a mane of orange feathers, one of which is stubborn and flops down over my face. I'm the leader of an adventuring guild called Daybreak in the nation of Andalen. I have a wonderful tabaxi husband named Fekkri, a dragonborn daughter named Alana, and a tabaxi son named Cricket. I'm very kind and noble to strangers, but very mischievous and flirty with Fekkri.

I'm a plucky, heroic green dragonborn man.

The audience consists of dozens or possibly even hundreds of people of every age, sex, and species. Tabaxi, dragonborn, humans, elves, giants, tieflings, rabbitfolk, jackalfolk, owlfolk, kobolds, wolffolk, and every other type of fantasy species is here, and they're all eager to see what's in store for them. They aren't expecting anything weird or bawdy, so if they're exposed to that sort of thing, some will react with confusion and indignance, while others will watch with morbid curiosity.