<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><br/><strong>Background: </strong> <br/>Eliza Hendricks was anything but forgettable. She was 42 [which many now claimed was the new 30] and had been a very successful business woman. She had also been an open Wiccan and a terror to those that dared question her beliefs. She had one child that she had at the age of 17 and gave up for adoption. Something she still regretted deeply. She had been called pretty even though she wasn’t the model idea of beauty. Eliza had light brown almost blonde hair and smart pale blue eyes, a dash of freckles and a full figure. Yet she had still been able to have numerous lovers, male and female, and had done many …kinky things. She loved the freedom of her beliefs and had marched many times to support ideals she believed in.<br/>Then came the cancer, she had fought it with all her being. She had visited doctors all over the world, and then she had searched out Wicca and alterative measures and still the cancer ravaged her. The RV trip had been her last hurrah. She had wanted to find a peaceful place she could lay down and rest. Yet something in her had driven her on and on. Then came the green fire. It had lashed her, burned away a part of her and she had fallen into it [as in another world the RV exploded and burned completely].<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: </strong> [surprisingly a lot like Mysterica’s description but I have used a slightly different image for Eliza who will of course choose a new name]<br/>The first thing she noticed was the chill in the air and then how deep she could breath and she felt…renewed…alive…healthy. Her ice blue eyes opened and she looked up into the leaden clouds and the dim light…then she blinked and blinked again and the light seems to shift images were cleaner…crisper [elves’ have low light vision after all]. She laid there feeling the grainy sand and a slight chill wondering what had happened. Twisting gracefully to set, she gasped as strands of hair like fresh snow fell in front of her eyes. Her fingers were long and almost alabaster as they reached to feel the silken softness…Eliza had lost her hair over a year ago from the treatments and these strands were a gift from heaven then she almost screamed as her fingers found her ears. Pointed…upswept…delicate…POINTED!!?? BY the goddess what had happened. She stood quickly and took stock, never in her life had she been this slim nor had a skin tone like this. She looked almost delicate yet she felt alive…healthy…strong. If trading off a slow death filled with pain and sickness meant she would live as a …elf. Then she would thank the goddess every day.<br/><br/><br/>(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Eve4cropped.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Notes: </strong> <br/>I don’t have much experience with the Pathfinder system but I do have copies of the core rule and the player guide. I have played D&amp;D for years and though I tend to perfer the original elves in size [less than human] I have no problem with being taller [say 5’ 10” which should be taller than the average human female].<br/>I want a well done game that draws me back makes me want to come and play. I have no problem with some sexual aspects …to me it adds to the sense of things. <br/>I see Eliza or whatever she decides to call herself as some combo of witch, cleric, oracle, bard. A witch/cleric combo might be fun as would a witch/bard…I loved the oracle [though I found the oracle’s curse a bit much]. So even a witch/oracle might be interesting.</span><br/><br/><br/>Phaia