<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Jaillen Doe</em></span></span>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8235)<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i746.photobucket.com/albums/xx107/ershin_album/Evelyncopy.jpg)<br/><br/></div><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Bisexual, female preference<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 19<br/><br/><strong>Race</strong>: Human (Chelaxian)<br/><strong>Class and Level</strong>: Bard 1 (Archivist variant)<br/><strong>Alignment</strong>: Neutral Neutral<br/><strong>Patron Deity</strong>: Irori<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'0"<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 115 lbs<br/><strong>Figure</strong>: Average<br/><strong>Skin</strong>: Fair<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Brown<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Green<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Short in stature, though kept in shape by a good diet and the exercise regime one obtains through the daily chores of a person who works in an inn as grand as the Rusty Dragon. Her head is topped with long, brown hair that stretches to her waist. A leather collar is the one item of clothing she constantly wears no matter the occasion, to hide a scar obtained in her childhood.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Jaillen is usually quiet, content with listening to the tales and opinions of others and taking them into consideration before acting. Considerate towards others' needs due to her years spend under the roof of the Rusty Dragon. Generally prefers to be around others, somewhat nervous when left alone with a tendency to rub her neck when  she is.<br/><br/><strong>Experience</strong>: None, save imagination as Jaillen sometimes spots attendants of either gender going to and from the Pixie's Kitten, while never having stepped foot inside the building herself under strict orders from Ameiko.<br/><br/><strong>Biography</strong>: Seven years ago, a small, druidic community that resided in the heart of a dense forest was attacked by a warband of vicious, bloodthirsty Gnolls. The creatures were cruel, efficient, slaughtering many of the adults that could fight back before an alarm could be raised, attacking the commune from multiple sides so that none had the chance to rally their fellows, few enough of them as there were. In mere hours, the warband had assumed control. The humans who had fallen in the initial assault were rounded up, their meat stripped from their bones and treated in such a way that it would last the cannibalistic hyena creatures quite some time.<br/><br/>The children and those adults incapable of fighting were kept as labour, more or less going about their normal routines under the thumb of their new masters, though feeding the bellies of their oppressors once their supply of flesh run out, lest they join their loved ones, was always kept a priority, along with tending to their every whim. A small number of 'lucky' children were kept as pets, free from the responsibility of the others in exchange for being treated as animals by the more powerful monsters.<br/><br/>A year passed and the number of humans in the village dwindled, a rescue had never arrived as the commune was far enough away from main trading routes that few missed them when they lost contact with the outside world. Many had died from exhaustion or to sate the bellies of their masters. With so few left to free, it came as a surprise to the Gnolls' leader, a fierce creature with steel plates bolted to his hide and lower jaw, when a rescue party arrived in much the same manner as they themselves had so many months ago. Among them was Ameiko Kaijitsu, today known as the proprietor of the Rusty Dragon Inn, performing one of her final missions before returning to her home of Sandpoint. As the warband's chief, his right arm now ending in a hideous stump, sounded a retreat, he took a number of the children he had conditioned to be fiercely loyal with him.<br/><br/>During the final clean-up, Kaijitsu found a small girl, no more then twelve or thirteen winters, shivering in the corner of one of the buildings that the beasts had claimed, what remained of a tattered dress stained in blood and a thick, iron collar chaining her to the room. She had been one of the 'pets', and witness to her owners more cruel activities. Forced to watch, but never subjected to them herself. When the collar was removed, the skin beneath was almost entirely worn away, her flesh raw and blistered. The de facto leader of the village claimed her broken, and with the small number of surviving people who now needed to rebuild and fend for themselves none were willing to look after such a creature, despite her parents having fought valiantly against overwhelming odds. And so none objected when Jaillen, as they identified her, was taken by Kaijistu back to Sandpoint.<br/><br/>While a nervous wreck when she first arrived at Sandpoint, six years on Jaillen's mind has made a full recovery. She now works as a maid in the Rusty Dragon, her saviour permitting her a permanent room in the building to call her own. Most of her free time when not tending to guests or helping the other members of staff is spent listening to the tales, whether tall or truth, from travellers and adventurers of far off lands, and mighty beasts laid low, or of a one-armed Gnoll, arm replaced with a horrible blade (or flail, depending on the teller) and a small band of psychotic, murderous youths at his side.<br/>When these tales begin she instead makes her way to the Curious Goblin, glancing through one of Chask Haladan's vast collection of tomes.