<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Azderal</span></div><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Azderal_Healer.jpeg)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Azderal is of average height for a human female coming up about 5'5" and weighting just barely over 100 lbs.  Her long light brown hair accentuates the soft pale skin of her face.  Her soft hazel eyes gives depth to the natural beauty of the young woman.  Azderal never wears makeup or jewelry relying on her plane face to keep her out of trouble.  She has an old and warn traveler's outfit that she wears day in and day out, but she does try to keep it clean.<br/><br/>Name: Azderal Karach<br/>Race: Human<br/>Class and Level: Healer 3<br/>Alignment: Neutral Good<br/><br/>Str: 8, Dex: 12, Con: 14,<br/>Int: 10, Wis: 16, Cha: 16,<br/><br/>HP: 30,  AC: 16, Init: +1<br/>Fort: +5, Ref: +2, Will: +6<br/><br/>Attack: Touch +0, Ray +2<br/>Damage: Spell Effect<br/><br/>Skills: Concentraction +8, Deplomacy +6, Heal +12, Knowledge (Religion) +1, Sense Motive +9, Spellcraft +1, Survival +9<br/>Feats: Scribe Scroll, Augment Healing, Skill Focus (Heal), Mitigate Suffering<br/>Special Abilities: Healing Hands, Cleanse Paralysis<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>0-Cure Minor Wounds x4, Light<br/>1- Cure Light Wounds x4, Sanctuary<br/>2- Cure Moderate Wounds x3, Lesser Restoration<br/>* = Used<br/><br/>Protection Items:<br/>Dragonhide Chain Shirt<br/>Light Wooden Shield<br/><br/>Gear:<br/>Backpack<br/>Belt Pouch<br/>Trail Rations x10<br/>Waterskin<br/>Bedroll<br/>Flint and Steal<br/>Torch x10<br/>Wooden Holy Symbol<br/>Spell Component Pouch<br/><br/><br/>Wand of Cure Light Wounds (50)<br/>Scroll of Cure Light Wounds x2<br/>Potion of Cure Light Wounds x3<br/>***************************************************************************<br/>(I'll try to keep this as PG-13 as I can by not going into any details :-\ )<br/><br/>Azderal was the typical fun-loving child growing up.  She loved to play in the sun with her friends and didn't cause too much trouble for her parents.  She was all set to follow in her mother's footsteps as a priestess until her life got turned upside down.  When she was nine, Az was out playing hide and seek with her friends.  She found a hiding place in a dark ally.  Unfortunately for her, a slave trader was conducting business in the same ally and saw where she hid.  His business now done, he sneaked up behind her and grabbed her, covering her mouth she she could scream.  She was no match for him and he carried him off to his ship.<br/><br/>After three days of being bound and gagged with other slaves in the belly of the ship, she was hauled out and taken to the black market slave auction.  Being a little girl, she was sold pretty cheap to a man that had nothing but ill intentions for her.  For the next eight years Az lived through hell at the hands of this madman.  He enjoyed hearing her screams of pain throughout the day only to heal her up after a good nights sleep and start again with whatever friends showed up.  Az held out hope for as long as she could before eventually breaking.  She had gotten to the point where she couldn't even remember her mother and father's faces.  She cursed the gods for ignoring her pleas to them for relief, even death.<br/><br/>The man was coming down stairs one day when he tripped and tumbled down them, breaking his leg and arm and landing on his dagger.  He called for Azderal to help him, but she just stood there watching with an evil satisfied look in her eyes.  As the hours ticked by, the man continued to beg her to help him and she just sat down on the floor and watched.  After missing three days, the city guards entered the house looking for him.  They noticed a rotting smell coming from a trap door.  When they got down there, they found the man's body decomposing with a starving Azderal huddled up in the corner crying.<br/><br/>That was seven years ago.  It wasn't long before a Paladin learned about her plight and took her in.  He nursed her back to health and tried his best to help heal he emotional scars.  She has made great strides, but she still has a hard time with strangers, especially in a large crowd.  She has been traveling with the paladin ever since, serving him the best she can and learning the trade of healers.  She still curses the gods for abandoning her and trembles at the thought of the darkness inside her that just let the man die.<br/><br/>Three months ago, the Paladin left to hunt down a balor that was causing trouble.  She stayed behind at his request because he feared for her safety.  He should have been back by now...