<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">other images</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5c0371d4e718737258ab80ac29055207/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o7_r1_1280.jpg)(https://40.media.tumblr.com/f78ba9d80d1118e192a7e4366423aa6e/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o1_500.jpg)(https://41.media.tumblr.com/ff418a887f34abf6d0a77f78bbd18093/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Sariel Tym</strong></span><br/>Perida Chosen One (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/paladin/archetypes/paizo---paladin-archetypes/chosen-one-paladin-archetype) Paladin of Artemia</div><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Méreinräntä. A seaside port town, wealthy from trade, famed for its many holidays and its well-trained guards and pageants. By all accounts, a gleaming treasure of prosperity rising above a bright sea and sandy shore. But nothing is ever perfect, and every wealthy town has its share of the down-and-out. Sariel knows, because she came from that background. An urchin by trade, she used her inooncent looks to get out of scrapes, to beg for food or a few coppers, and otherwise get by. She never knew her parernts, unless a rotating cast of other men and women at the edge of poverty taking care of the girl for a day or two could be considered "parents." Every day was by itself for her - yesterday didn't matter, tomorrow might never come. She could hae grown into another scoundrel, doomed to lose a hand once caught. Orto become a harlot in one of the dockside dens. But fate had a different plan for the elf, and it was shown to her through the pain of another.<br/>Cruelty wasn't uncommon in the streets of Méreinräntä. even the usually-goodly elves have their dark sides, their cast-offs, their deranged. So while barbarous, maybe it wasn't unexpected that a gang o youths might corner a fox in a blind alleyway and hurl bricks at it. Sariel was drawn by the animal's squeals and yelps, and when she saw what was happening, something<em>changed</em>for her. There was something more important than just getting enough food for today, greater than snatching a stray coin. Grabbing a plank from the cobbles of the alley, she screamed and charged, laying about. The girl took her share of blows, and still bears a scar from a brick that caught her brow. But she won, and the three boys ran (well, one limped.)<br/>For three days, Sariel nursed the fox, tending its wounds, giving hte limp creature water and chewed food. her only clue it lived were the shallow, labored breaths under broken ribs. But she tended it, keeping the animal safe in a rooftop nest, going hungry so that it might eat. On the third day when it opened its eyes, pure joy washed over the girl.<br/>For another week, she nursed the creature back to health. The day came when it moved from the nest, as if ready to leave. Sariel watched it go... then it stopped. It seemed to her it wanted to follow, so she did. The animal trotted along, always just ahead of her, pausing to drink from puddles or evade a crowd, but always waiting for her. It took her to an abandoned building near collapse, and from there, to the hidden hatch that led to the basement.<br/>Within were arms and armor, both coated in ages' worth of dust and cobwebbing. The animal watched as she reverently brushed away the dirt, and examined the fragile journals on the writing desk in a far corner. she was in the former home of a long-gone champion for the righteous, Sir Lorieth Gwenyyd.<br/>She had no hesitation in taking up the knight's ancient sword.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Sariel is young; both for an elf and for a Paladin. Though some would assume her naive due to her optimism and bright disposition, she is in fact quite canny, especially in regards to urban underworlds. In some ways She IS naive, though, particularly in regards to interpersonal relationships; her best friend and confidant is a fox, after all, and she has an awkward time speaking with or truly trusting others. Though she desires to do good and uphold what is righteous, it's<em>hard</em>, and the sight of a fat purse or unattended stall makes her fingers itch. maybe unsurprisiingly she has a great compassion for others who were in her position... but no tolerance for cruelty.<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sariel Tym (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1136567)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Elf (Perida)<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Green<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Light blonde<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Fair, some freckling<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'10"<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Athletic, slim<br/><strong>Pets:</strong>Rythfa (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1138830) (fox; Emissary Familiar (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/wizard/familiar/familiar-archetypes/emissary-familiar-archetype)), Hyrvi (river elk (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/bestiary/monster-listings/animals/herd-animals/elk/elk-river); steed)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rythfa</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdfgnews.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/kit-fox_back.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hyrvi</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/019/d/8/d8301c7ec30f5c89180128091e05cd03-d37jvji.png)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>I do hereby solumnly swear I will post three times a week...<br/><br/>Starting tomorrow because I have to be up at five.