"All the world's a stage."
Half Elf Bard
Your proficient skills, and your stats
32 year old female
Illusions, charms, and performance magics. Immunity to sleep, resistance to charms.
Dancing ribbons. A violin. A few weighted balls of various sizes. An knife. Several costumes in a small case.
What is your past? Why were you on your way to Heston? Or were you on the Wyndspire Falcon for a different reason?
From a different land, though she has never said which one it always seems exotic and full of fascination. Honestly, she seemed to appear, fully formed, in the heart of the biggest city and began making a name for herself. She is a performer. When she began her career in her late teens she was a good dancer, a decent actress, had a pretty voice. Honestly, her best skill was playing the violin, an instrument also from her homeland. Most important, though, she was quite pretty and that got her in the door. She looked different. Not human, not elf, not the same skin tone as everyone else. It was an asset and why she didn't stay in her homeland.
Over the years she learned, she trained. She had roles in musical numbers first all while taking voice, dance and acting lessons. She became a master of her craft. As she mastered her craft it opened up something more. The magic in that performance. A story woven can make people see what you want, a turn of phrase can convince a foe to help or strengthen a friend's resolve. For several years she did great but then she wanted something different. It was strange, getting what she wanted was not as fulfilling as she'd hoped. Once she was a star there was nothing more.
So, she decided to take some time, travel to different places and learn new ways to improve her craft. So, when she heard the Wyndspire Falcon was leaving and she knew several of the travelers, she decided to negotiate a great room, food, drinks in exchange for her as the headline performer. It was a major coup for the company and a way she could travel all around without worry of money. And she could try all sorts of things she'd always wanted to, including original works. It was glorious until it very very much wasn't.