Raviaki Silverspark

Hey. Hey kid. You wanna buy some drugs?" 

-- Arrest report for Raviaki's Silverspark from the city of Gardenia

Raviaki is a dense little creature. Standing at 4'0'', which is a respectable height for a halfling, they are stout and swathed in layers, belts, and materials. Their gloves and boots are always stained with unmentionable substances. They are missing an eye, which they have covered in a bandage. Their hair is short, black, and always messy and their skin is a medium brown. 

Backstory

An unfortunate side character forgotten by the narrative, Raviaki Silverspark was once an unwilling member of an adventuring party, journeying to save the realm from the onslaught of an evil goddess. 

Born dirt poor to a sickly single mother, Ravi turned to drug making and drug dealing to pay the bills at an early age, discovering an affinity for potion making.  However, after their mother passed, they got arrested for drug dealing and was conscripted into a realm saving adventure in exchange for their freedom.

However, as it turned out the plague was a curse by an evil goddess, seeking foothold in the realm. As the party found divine magic to release the realm from the goddess' grip, she found refuge inside Ravi instead. Desperate to keep the infection at bay, their party put them in a cave and rolled a rock over the entrance. 

Personality

Ravi is cantankerous at the best of times. They've never been quite comfortable, and they're almost always on edge, even when they weren't a cursed host to an evil goddess. They're terrified of death and will do anything to survive, even at the risk of spreading the plague. 

However, what they want most is to live a life of luxury, safety and security, and that is not compatible with a plague apocalypse, so they're constantly fighting with their passenger in their dreams. 

They are constantly sleep deprived, unused to the concept of receiving help, and still stinging from recent betrayal. They're stubborn as hell, clever, and can brew a powerful potion provided they have proper ingredients. They are thus, always stuffing random shit into their many pockets and pouches, and are completely comfortable with butchering a corpse to get at ingredients. 

They tend not to get high on their own supply because they prefer to be in perfect control of themselves at all times though. 

They're also sarcastic as hell, and uses a dry sense of humor to try and cope with their situation. While the majority of the population can go fuck themselves, they do have a soft spot, deep down, for kids. In another, better world, they'd probably do great as a pediatrician.