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CaliforniaStateName: Rhovanel Ismira
Age: 27
Class: Rogue
Gender: Female
Length(preferably in meters): 1.726m/5.9f
Race: Half-Elf (Half Human – Half Wood Elf)
Racial benefits: Able to Resist magical sleep, but not immune, +2 on saves vs. enchantments, +1 on listen, search, and spot checks, +2 on diplomacy and gather information
Appearance: Rhovanel stands at 5’9 with light skin, and hazel eyes, with dark brown hair to match. Her ears are small and pointed, not normally noticeable under the heavy waves of her tresses, she either braids her hair into a single plait, or lets it hang loose. Her ears are adorned with small moonstone earrings, with a small onyx stone in her left nostril. She is very curious and her eyes seem to twinkle when she is investigating, be it the city or the woods, or even in conversation. And her speech is often mixed with Elvish and Common tongues. She is expressive in her speech alone, with wide eyes and arched brows, to raucous laughter and a wide toothy grin matched with rosy cheeks. Rhovanel is a vibrant woman, and isn't afraid to help someone or offer advice, but only when it suits her, not that she's selfish, rather that she chooses to spend her time wisely; as you only live one life!
Stats:
STR(Strength) 11
DEX(Dexterity) 15
CON(Constitution) 12
INT(Intelligence) 12
WIS(Wisdom) 13
CHR(Charisma) 14
Spells: (None)
Skills:
Languages = 25
Appraising = 25
Local History = 25
Artistic Ability = 50
Forgery = 50
Cooking = 25
Dancing = 25
Etiquette = 50
Fishing = 25
Fire-building = 25
Riding, Land-based = 50
Rope Use = 25
Seamstress/Tailor = 75
Swimming = 25
Singing = 25
Disguise = 50
Ancient History = 25
Local History = 25
Herbalism = 50
Reading/ Writing = 50
Navigation = 25
Pickpocket = 25
Device Making = 25
Abilities (times per day she can use these):
Weather Sense = 3
Direction Sense = 4
Can Mimic Bird Calls = 7
Armour:
Light Leather Armour, Leather Boots, Linen Cloak, Leather Gauntlets
Weapons: Short Sword, Short Bow with x12 arrows, and quiver
Items: Bed roll, blanket, tent, flint and steel, mug, pot, fishing pole, extra spool of fishing line and x5 hooks, small lanter, plate, and one set of utensils. x5 vials of herbal tinctures (St. John’s Wort, Jasmine, Lavender, Chamomile, and Foxglove.) x5 empty sachets used to dry herbs in, waterskin, sewing needle and spool of thread and x1 roll of bandages.
Gold: 35 gold, 12 silver, 9 copper
Biography: Rhovanel Ismira was born in Yuirwood, where Half-elves like herself are common in density. She was born to an elven mother and a human father, who were artisans by trade. Her mother, Leila, worked as a seamstress, making beautiful gowns for the noble women, and handsome cloaks for their husbands. Her father, Pylas, worked as an herbalist and owned his own apothecary. Her mother taught her how to sew, sing and dance, and how to be acceptable and presentable in elven society, but not only elven, but human and dwarven customs as well. From her father, he taught her how to read and write, how to identify birds, as well as all plant fauna, he taught her how to read a map, and find the northern most star.
Together the two raised Rhovanel in a happy home-life, until her seventeenth birthday came to pass, she became determined to travel outside of their home and see the world. She asked for permission to leave, but seeing as how their daughter was headstrong and determined more than ever to leave her mark on the world, they gave her all they could and stood at their doorstep, waving until she left their sight. But of course that was ten years ago!
Now 27, Rhovanel has travelled alone for the past two years. Before she had joined a troupe of troubadours, travelling to all corners of the world. Shortly after the troupe disbanded a year and a half later, Rhovanel joined a rough group of brigands that roamed the roadside looking to pillage unwary travelers, here is where she learned her skills as a thief, more or less as a rogue. She learned how to construct smoke bombs, and other foul smelling exploding devices, how to set snares and booby-traps, even how to pickpocket a coinpurse. It wasn’t long after until Rhovanel realized the horror of her ways and departed from the group in the dead of night. She journeyed for months on end on her mount, a horse that she had picked up from the troubadors. It wasn’t long before she found herself inside of a tavern looking up at a poster with a mug of ale in her hand that Rhovanel would set out on another adventure, for a request from a wizard, now only if she could find this proposed wizards tower?
Age: 27
Class: Rogue
Gender: Female
Length(preferably in meters): 1.726m/5.9f
Race: Half-Elf (Half Human – Half Wood Elf)
Racial benefits: Able to Resist magical sleep, but not immune, +2 on saves vs. enchantments, +1 on listen, search, and spot checks, +2 on diplomacy and gather information
Appearance: Rhovanel stands at 5’9 with light skin, and hazel eyes, with dark brown hair to match. Her ears are small and pointed, not normally noticeable under the heavy waves of her tresses, she either braids her hair into a single plait, or lets it hang loose. Her ears are adorned with small moonstone earrings, with a small onyx stone in her left nostril. She is very curious and her eyes seem to twinkle when she is investigating, be it the city or the woods, or even in conversation. And her speech is often mixed with Elvish and Common tongues. She is expressive in her speech alone, with wide eyes and arched brows, to raucous laughter and a wide toothy grin matched with rosy cheeks. Rhovanel is a vibrant woman, and isn't afraid to help someone or offer advice, but only when it suits her, not that she's selfish, rather that she chooses to spend her time wisely; as you only live one life!
Stats:
STR(Strength) 11
DEX(Dexterity) 15
CON(Constitution) 12
INT(Intelligence) 12
WIS(Wisdom) 13
CHR(Charisma) 14
Spells: (None)
Skills:
Languages = 25
Appraising = 25
Local History = 25
Artistic Ability = 50
Forgery = 50
Cooking = 25
Dancing = 25
Etiquette = 50
Fishing = 25
Fire-building = 25
Riding, Land-based = 50
Rope Use = 25
Seamstress/Tailor = 75
Swimming = 25
Singing = 25
Disguise = 50
Ancient History = 25
Local History = 25
Herbalism = 50
Reading/ Writing = 50
Navigation = 25
Pickpocket = 25
Device Making = 25
Abilities (times per day she can use these):
Weather Sense = 3
Direction Sense = 4
Can Mimic Bird Calls = 7
Armour:
Light Leather Armour, Leather Boots, Linen Cloak, Leather Gauntlets
Weapons: Short Sword, Short Bow with x12 arrows, and quiver
Items: Bed roll, blanket, tent, flint and steel, mug, pot, fishing pole, extra spool of fishing line and x5 hooks, small lanter, plate, and one set of utensils. x5 vials of herbal tinctures (St. John’s Wort, Jasmine, Lavender, Chamomile, and Foxglove.) x5 empty sachets used to dry herbs in, waterskin, sewing needle and spool of thread and x1 roll of bandages.
Gold: 35 gold, 12 silver, 9 copper
Biography: Rhovanel Ismira was born in Yuirwood, where Half-elves like herself are common in density. She was born to an elven mother and a human father, who were artisans by trade. Her mother, Leila, worked as a seamstress, making beautiful gowns for the noble women, and handsome cloaks for their husbands. Her father, Pylas, worked as an herbalist and owned his own apothecary. Her mother taught her how to sew, sing and dance, and how to be acceptable and presentable in elven society, but not only elven, but human and dwarven customs as well. From her father, he taught her how to read and write, how to identify birds, as well as all plant fauna, he taught her how to read a map, and find the northern most star.
Together the two raised Rhovanel in a happy home-life, until her seventeenth birthday came to pass, she became determined to travel outside of their home and see the world. She asked for permission to leave, but seeing as how their daughter was headstrong and determined more than ever to leave her mark on the world, they gave her all they could and stood at their doorstep, waving until she left their sight. But of course that was ten years ago!
Now 27, Rhovanel has travelled alone for the past two years. Before she had joined a troupe of troubadours, travelling to all corners of the world. Shortly after the troupe disbanded a year and a half later, Rhovanel joined a rough group of brigands that roamed the roadside looking to pillage unwary travelers, here is where she learned her skills as a thief, more or less as a rogue. She learned how to construct smoke bombs, and other foul smelling exploding devices, how to set snares and booby-traps, even how to pickpocket a coinpurse. It wasn’t long after until Rhovanel realized the horror of her ways and departed from the group in the dead of night. She journeyed for months on end on her mount, a horse that she had picked up from the troubadors. It wasn’t long before she found herself inside of a tavern looking up at a poster with a mug of ale in her hand that Rhovanel would set out on another adventure, for a request from a wizard, now only if she could find this proposed wizards tower?