<b>Name:</b>Chastian  O’connor<br/><b>Age:</b>25<br/><b>Sex:</b>Female<br/><b>Nationality:</b>Irish<br/><b>Personality:</b>Chastian never was much of a ‘girly girl’. She’d not had the chance to be one.  She’s very meticulous about being clean, even if she might 'appear’ to be dirty. Around<br/>strangers she’s often very shy and seemingly reserved.  In spite of her shy behavior she is a live wire and very squirrely. She is passionate and kind hearted.<br/>She’s very highly intelligent and quite precocious.<br/><b>Background:</b>Chastian was born to a poor family.  Her parents were   killed in a freak accident.  They’d all been going to the park, her parents run over<br/>by a beer truck as they’d crossed the street.  Chastian had just been learning to talk at that point.  She screamed  having seen the bus coming.<br/>It was too late.   She had lagged back, tugging on her mother’s arm.  Once the accident was over, she still held her mother’s arm in her hand.<br/>It traumatized her greatly.  She couldn’t tell anyone who her family was. She wouldn’t speak a word again for five years.<br/><br/>Chastian was placed in an orphanage. There she was often the target of bullies.  By the age of 6, she decided she was finished with the orphanage.<br/>She ran away one night. It was a dark moonless night.  She couldn’t see, and ran afoul of another youngster.  It was a lad, four years older than she. She thought it funny<br/>The boy was dressed all in black, like the bogey man!  Well, the lad had been about breaking into a jeweler’s shop that had no alarm. Rather than finish his task, he brought the<br/>tiny shivering little girl home with him.  It was not a conventional home.  There were several other orphans there. A kindly older man whose legs were gone<br/>seemed to be in charge of things. The children of varying ages up to 14 all looked happy. They weren’t overfed but none of them were<br/>had gone hungry.  The older boy explained that he’d found her, but she wouldn’t say a word.  Her only saving grace was that they easily recognized<br/>that she was dressed in the standard orphanage uniform and the dark purple bruises which dotted her eyes.  Chastian was adopted by them.  Not legally,<br/>but that never mattered to her or them.  One year later, they managed to coax her into speaking again.  It was then, her tragic story came out.<br/>She learned to be a thief.  Much to her disappointment, she was also tasked with learning to read, write and figure by the older gentleman.  They were a<br/>successful group of thieves largely, because they did not get greedy.  Chas had left them when she was too old to appear childlike. She struck out on her own.<br/>Chas had been taught about charity.  She was never what anyone would consider well off.  This was because she helped others who were less fortunate.<br/><br/>At the age of 21 she made the mistake of breaking into the home of a police officer.  She’d  been after food,  milk to be exact.  It wasn’t for<br/>herself.  Just as she was leaving, the officer came home.  She was caught in the act!  From the lack of damage done to his door, the police officer<br/>knew instinctively this was no amateur thief.  Yet, all she had in hand was a jug of milk.  She shared with the homeless.  She couldn’t see a<br/>little girl go hungry.  Her explanation was touching, and oddly enough her words rang with the truth.<br/><br/>The milk was given to the woman and child in need.  Chastian, strangely   enough was offered a place to stay by the officer.  It took time for her to<br/>learn to trust him.  As she did things began to change between them.  Feelings of a deeper nature began to develop.   It was a bit dicey at<br/>times.  Chas refused to stop being a thief.  Her activities did decrease however.  She went out only when she was in ‘true’ need of something.<br/><br/><br/>Things were good between them.  He became her sun, moon and stars.  Life was as near to perfect as ever it had been for her.  Until…..one day,<br/>he was thrown in jail unjustly accused of a murder.  Chas knew he hadn’t committed that murder.  No one would listen to<br/>her.  She’d gone to his lawyer, but they’d refused to allow her on the stand to testify.  WHO would believe the word of someone who wasn’t<br/>even ‘in’ the system?<br/><br/>She’d been allowed to get her things.  She’d gathered them up, along with his most prized possessions.  She’d written to him, having procured<br/>a PO box specifically for this purpose.  Nothing…ever came back to her.  She kept on writing. One letter, ever week was sent to him.<br/><b>Physical appearance:</b>BEFORE the green fire descends…<br/>http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/chashat.jpg (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/chashat.jpg)<br/><br/>After the green fire..<br/>http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/chasw.jpg (http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/chasw.jpg)<br/>Upon waking after the green fire falls upon her, Chastian finds herself to be quite different.  Her body is at least an entire foot shorter.<br/>She’s so much more delicate and her ears are longer with points to them. Her hair is a nut brown rather than the deep rich shade of brown it’d been.<br/>Her eyes , though she can’t know this have become amber.  Like honey when looked at held to the light through a glass jar.  She is<br/>naked.  Her nipples sting and upon looking at them she finds that there are thin rivulets of blood seeping from them. Something odd happened…<br/><b>Race/Class:</b>Tall Halfling, Rogue<br/><b>Notes:</b>I am only vaguely familiar with DnD and have NO clue about the Pathfinder things. But a friend knows these things and I think he will<br/>help if I ask nicely when the time comes.<br/>