Deydoralia

Randy's Character

Description:

EXPERIENCE: 25
MONEYS: 12/18/0
TALENTS:
SPECIAL WEAPON GROUP LONGBOW
COOLHEADED
EXCELLENT VISION
FAST HANDS
PETTY MAGIC ARCANE
SAVVY
ARCANE LORE
LESSER MAGIC

SKILL
Weapon Skill: 31
Ballistic Skill: 41
Strength: 32
SCALE SHEER SURFACE
Toughness: 33
Agility: 44/49
Intelligence: 40/50
PERCEPTION V2
SEARCH
READ/WRITE
COMMON KNOWLEDGE ELVES
SPEAK LANGUAGE ELTHARIN
SPEAK LANGUAGE RIEKSPIEL
ACADEMIC KNOWLEDGE MAGIC
SPEAK ARCANE LANGUAGE MAGIC
SPEAK LANGUAGE CLASSICAL
Will Power: 43/58
CHANELLING
MAGIC SENSE
Fellowship: 38/43
Attacks: 1
Magic: 1
Wounds: 11/13 (5)
Fate: 2
Movement: 5

TRAPPINGS
Quarter Staff
Backpack
Printed book
Writing Kit
Hat
Grimoire
21 Pieces of Jewelry
3 Candles
Tindle Box
Rations – 6
Garden Snake
Kitten

Bio:

Deydoralia is a supposed elf. Unbeknown-st to her, she has Kislevian in her not so distant family. She had trained for so long to become a shadow mage, putting tattoos all over the right side of her body representing shadows reaching from the nether and her despair from her past. Upon one of her previous journeys, she has given up her interest in the Grey college and instead has headed north to the land of Kislev to achieve greater things and to experience more than just the normality of the empire. Deydoralia is a not so talkative woman of the age of 111. She is 6’8" and weighs 105 pounds. She has purple hair and blue eyes. She wears an earring, she has nice hair, and she speaks in a strong accent that seems confused as if it can’t decide whether to be elvish or kislevian. Deydoralia likes to stick to herself and avoid trouble if possible. This can be backed by her abundance of tattoos and her strange accent. In kislev, she can be found wearing a very big coat concealing her gender and race. Deydoralia’s past has not yet been revealed to many people, but the truth is that she was an orphan at a young age. She grew up at an orphanage and was made fun of for her freaky colored hair and extra long ears. She grew up in the orphanage by herself, books were her best friend. Hitting 15 years old, she left the orphanage prematurely due to an inability to deal with all of the taunting from her peers. This being a very young age, she wandered the streets and was eventually picked up and housed by a human male and female who took care of her. Because of this, she is impartial to other races and could care less if someone is a dwarf or a halfling. A few years passed when she finally turned 22, this is when her parents died in a fire set by some very angry elf haters. She cried a lot that day, and every since, nothing was the same anymore. She keeps her opinions to herself… normally and hates conflict. Around this time, she went to visit the city of Marienburg making a few friends along the way. Two humans (male and female) and a dwarf (male). When she got into town, she saw that the local pet store had a bunch of animals there. One in particular stood out to her. A white haired cat, apparently a rare breed costing 20 gold. She did not have the money at the time so she continued on. Her and her friends eventually moved in with each other and she got a job as a housekeeper for a lord. About 80 years passed in this city and her human friends, whom she had taken care of in their old age, passed away. Grieving and having been in Marienburg so long with them, she told her dwarf friend, that life is too short and that she needed to do something with her life. Her dwarf friend agreed and said he always wanted to be a sailor. Her last words to him before she never saw him again “Bye Barnabas” as his ship and fellow crew mates drifted off to the sea. Barnabas was the first dwarf to not treat her with disrespect when they first met. Yea he had a elf joke or two, but he was more helpful than hurtful and possible one of the only people who could make her laugh. She would miss her old friend. At this point in her life, she had made enough money to travel once again and decided to seek out a college befitting her current mood. She tattooed half of her body so that when she looked into the mirror, she would not forget her past, the good and the bad. It is presumed that perhaps she kept her strange accent due to prolonged time with the drawf, did she have a relationship with him? No one knows, and if she was asked that now her answer would be no… and a dying look in her eye might tell you otherwise. She joined the grey college in Marienburg, there she learned much about magic. She was there 8 years before finally deciding to change her mind about her decision. The master there was a little bit more, touchy feeling then she was comfortable with. What to do? She could leave.. but then she would have wasted 8 years of her life. At a bar one day, she heard of the fabled, ice maidens of kislev. Maidens, that seems interesting and… honorable. Rather than being molested by her master, she could go and learn a different lore altogether. She still had some knowledge of magic, so becoming an ice maiden couldn’t be that hard, would it? She gathered some supplies as well as a giant coat and rations and she proceeded to leave town. Walking out of town, she past that pet store again. Having passed it everyday for the past 88 years, she remembered how when she first came to town, she saw that white haired cat. There was another one here. The look in its eye was the same as the first one she saw when she originally came to town. She walked into the store and bought that cat, and continued up north to Kislev. “I shall call you… Barnabas”

Deydoralia

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