So… I'll probably tweak his powers a bit more after camping, but he is created so that Ron can see him. A little biographical information, and yes - I'll be going with Life Singer as a paragon.
Jagos (YAH-gos) is a young satyr, in his early twenties, with smaller back horns on his forehead. Short and thin, he wears his hair short and his face mostly shaven. In combat, he wears chainmail of eladrin design, and wields a longsword in one hand, and a wand in the other.
Born in the feywild, Jagos has been constantly troubled by a prophecy made when he was born - that for the first time in many millenia, a satyr born the day he was would rise to be a great lord within the feywild. But he was young, and unambitious, wanting nothing of a military or lordly life. Instead, he practiced his music and song, and would take long excursions into the material realm, entertaining small human settlements and learning much about how humans lived. He didn't return to the feywild until he had secured himself a reputation as just another slothful, hedonistic satyr, despite the fact that he was actually rather shy. It was enough to convince himself that no court or lord would come after him.
One interest he did show was a story he heard when he was a fawn about the dreadful wind that would eventually sweep down from the north of the feywild and ravage everything, and the group of Life Singers that would craft the perfect song to fight back that evil. He decided that many of the stories he had learned of adventurers in the mortal realm could help provide that inspiration, should he ever be allowed to become a Life Singer. Either way, when he heard from one of his cousins about the events of Gardmore Abbey, he thought that observing or travelling with those adventurers might be inspiring…
yeah, it's lame. I'm sure I'll end up hating him as much if not more than I did Zef. See you all after the trip!