Bananas Foster was a 503 year old apeling rogue1/bard6/ranger1/warlock3/cleric1 and it's EVEN CRAZIER THAN IT SOUNDS. He was pretty GD racist, and had a particular disdain for Dwarves. He had very loose, very gross skin that looked almost like it was fake.
Bananas Foster spent most of his time attempting to convince the then un-named Ätlän-tã Fælcons to allow him to accompany them on their journey to Deephome, to attend Aludra Wyrmsbane's wedding. He was nearly successful, until the strain of being SO GODDAMN OLD proved too much for him, and he was, fitingly, crushed beneath a crate of bananas aboard the Chum Guzzler. Several months later, the then named Ätlän-tã Fælcons descended into hell, to save the very same Aludra Wyrmsbane trapped there, where they once again encountered the apeling. He assisted them in traversing the River Styx, before being made to be left behind, in order to hold open the portal to freedom for his once and former allies...