All right here goes mine. [hider=Character Sheet] [color=white][table][row][/row][row][cell] [b]Name[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][indent] [url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1yKSJ6AIy4tM9pqTKrp066aJNq5qD8O2Re4kU4rJ02QM/edit?usp=sharing][color=white]Skadi Symbelmune[/color][/url][/indent] [b]Age[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][indent]121[/indent] [b]Gender[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][indent]Female She/Her[/indent] [b]Sexual Orientation[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][indent]Straight[/indent] [b]Languages[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][indent]Common Elvish Sylvan[/indent] [b]Specialties[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][indent]Keen senses: Proficiency in Perception Skill proficiencies: Insight, History, Medicine, Persuasion Feystep Fey Ancestry Darkvision Trance Position of Privilege[/indent] [/cell][cell][quote][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/256ab291-7de0-494d-bdeb-13842f3db7a6.jpg[/img] [sub]Class: Tempest Cleric - Alignment: Good - Race: Eladrin (Winter)[/sub] [color=2e2c2c][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/color] [/center][indent][b]Personality[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [indent]Lady Symbelmune Skadi is by all accounts a graceful lady. That being said she is as stubborn as they come. Her opinion once lost is lost forever and all that drama. And is not above salting someone’s field in a manner of speaking. In short she bears her nobility well and is not afraid to let others know. It is no wonder she became a Tempest Cleric seeing her unbridled noble fury. (Seriously keep her from demanding duels of honour) However a lot of it is an attempt to mask her insecurities and worries. With more than just her life on the line, she attempts to hide her more nurturing feelings up until she can be certain no one actually sees it. She actually cannot stand to see poverty and though she might scold a thief for picking her pockets, she attempts to at least aid them in some way. [/indent] [/indent] [indent][b]Background[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [indent]A noble lady belonging to the Eladrin Tribe the Frost Sentinels. A most proud and hardy tribe living up the Mountain called: The Yzerun Peak. At a young age Symbelmune showed her devotion to the God of Storms. She enjoyed watching the lightning dart across the heavens and run outside during one of the rain showers. So ultimately she was blessed to become a cleric of his. This showed itself when she went out to search for one of the tribe’s children. They had been caught unaware up the mountain as the storm had come rolling it. She ventured out despite orders to remain inside and with her practiced cantrip, had turned herself into a bright shining light so that in this manner she could guide the child safely back. Showing her little fear during nature’s violence, the God was impressed by her devotion and strength. Her love for her family and her fury when she was angry thus he blessed her with his gifts. It was later during the last of her ‘adolescent’ years that her Grandmother explained to her that there existed an even more noble calling. Namely, that of the Mistborn Pact. It was a pact of old between two individuals. A pact their tribe had long since made with another powerful being. According to rumours a Fey of tremendous power. This pact had existed for thousands and thousands of years. All she knew was that the pact assured the peace for the tribe and the balance of nature for the Mountains and Forest below. In fact, those chosen considered it a great honour. To place the good of the tribe before themselves. Several ancestors had gone before her and all of them had left their tribes behind, never to return. Such a fate had been waiting for her since her birth. A Sign of Request had been found upon Tribal grounds and with it Guthala had known it was time for another union. Another Pact. The year after Symbelmune had been born and the mark had shown itself upon her forehead, glowing brightly. Upon the year she flowered a betrothal gift was send, but her grandmother had kept it, knowing she was still too young for such things. However when she reached adulthood she offered it to her. Telling her who it had come from. Conflicted, but not wanting to cause dishonour and grief to her family she quietly accepted her fate. So when the promised day came, she bravely bid her family farewell and set off to an ancient spot called the meeting place. There she was to meet her betrothed and be wed to uphold the Pact. She reached the place without incident and camped there wondering when this 'husband' of hers was going to reveal himself. But no one came. When several days turned into weeks Skadi had had enough. She broke up camp and set out, she knew she would not be able to simply return to her family. As such could be taken in a wrong way, Fey being rather particular about such matters. Leaving a message explaining her departure behind she set off in hopes of finding answers and potentially finding her supposed betrothed. With only a betrothal gift as a lead to who she could be searching for. [/indent] [/indent] [indent][b]Starter Equipment[/b] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [indent] Set of fine clothes A signet ring A scroll of pedigree A game set: Dragonchess Scalemail Warhammer Shield Light Crossbow Case with 20 bolts Explorer's pack: Messkit Tinderbox 10 torches 10 days of rations waterskin 50 ft of hempen rope Bedroll Backpack Amulet - Water Orb Betrothal gift - A silkspun scarf A purse containing 25 gp [/indent] [/indent][color=2e2c2c].................................................................................................................................................[/color][/quote] [/cell][/row][/table][/color] [/hider]