<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><strong>Silwen</strong></span></span><br/><br/>Female CN Half-Elf Rogue 1<br/>Size: Medium, Speed: 30’<br/><br/>STR 12, DEX 18, CON 16, INT 13, WIS 10, CHA 10<br/>FORT: +3, REF: +6, WILL: +0 <br/><br/>HP: 12, <br/>AC: 18 (+4 DEX, +3 Armour +10), Touch: 15, FF: 13<br/>BAB: + 0<br/>CMB: +1 (BAB +STR + Size)<br/>CMD: 15 (BAB + STR +DEX + SIZE + 10)<br/><br/>Skills (Ranks)[Total]: *Skill Focus allows an additional +3 to any one of the following skills.<br/>Acrobatics (1)[9], Bluff (1)[4], Climb (1)[5],Disguise (1)[4],Escape artist (1)[9],Perception (1)[6],Sense motive (1)[4],Sleight of hand (1)[9],Stealth (1)[9], Survival (1)[4].<br/><br/>Melee Attack: Shortsword +1 (1d6+1, 19-20/x2) or Dagger +1 (1d4+1, 19-20/x2)<br/>Ranged Attack: Dagger +4 (1d4, 19/20/x2) or Light Crossbow +4 (1d8, 19-20/x2) or Blowgun +4 (1d3, x2)<br/><br/>Special Abilities: SA +1d6, Trapfinding +1, +2 vs Sleep and Enchantment, Elf Blood, Multi-talented, LL Vision, Skill Focus<br/><br/>Feat: Weapon Finesse<br/><strong><br/>Equipment:</strong><br/><br/>Studded leather armour: 25gp <br/><br/>Short sword: 10gp<br/>4 daggers: 8 gp <br/>Blowgun: 2gp<br/>100 darts: 50sp<br/>1 light crossbow and 50 arrows 35 gp + 5gp<br/><br/>7 days of rations 3gp 5sp<br/>Whetstone: 2cp<br/>Backpack 2gp<br/>Bedroll 1sp<br/>10 candles 10cp<br/>Blanket 5sp<br/>Canvas 1sp<br/>Flint and Steel 1gp<br/>Grappling hook 1gp <br/>Belt pouch 1gp<br/>Torch 1cp<br/>Rope 50ft 1 gp<br/>Soap 5sp<br/>Thieves tools 30 gp<br/><br/>=127 gp 1 sp and 1cp out of 140 gp. <br/><strong><br/>Languages:</strong> Common, Elven<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong><br/>5'4 high and about 92 lbs. 20 years old.<br/><br/>Slender, lean muscles, very flexible and agile. Firm breasts (about a c cup), long slender legs and fingers. <br/><br/>She doesn't walk as much as she moves like a cat, graceful and lightfooted. When out in the open, she saunters, with confidence, her head held high, almost arrogantly.<br/><br/>Long silvery white hair, grey eyes, pale skin. Pointed ears.<br/><br/>She wears tight fitting leggings, tightfitting shirt, studded leather armour when needed, boots and a hooded cloak. All dark colors.<br/><strong><br/>Background/History:</strong><br/>Father elf, mother human.<br/><br/>Mother died when she was 2 and she has no memory of her, her mothers family wants nothing to do with her, blaming her father for being the reason she died, though it wasn't his fault. The few attempts to make contact with her grandparents and uncle/aunts has left emotional scars as they rudely turned her away each time. It leaves enough of a scar that she begins to hate humans as well as the human part of herself.<br/><br/>Grew up with the elves, but they never fully accepted her because she is half human and she was bullied most of her life by the other elven kids as well as some of the adults, which resulted in her going out by herself. She spent most of her free time practicing her crossbow/sword fighting/using and throwing daggers/blowgun, her father teaching her most of it, though never in a "good" way, always critical of her abilities, always demanding more.<br/><br/>Feeling that she has no place with either her mothers family or ability to fit in with the elves, she runs away at 17 and travels far to a big city where she steals to make a living. While she was shy when living with the elves, she has managed to build up a bitchy attitude towards others, she takes crap from no one and does what she wants, when she wants. This has of course caused her quiet a lot of trouble, but it has also made sure that she hasn't been taken advantage of. (Do think I might add some scary things happening to her before she managed this)<br/><br/>She is VERY distrustful, paranoid and does not make friends easily, often the one pushing them away by being mean/bitchy, even if she likes them, afraid that if she lets them in they will turn on her and hurt her. She spends most of her time alone and pushes thoughts of loneliness aside by focusing on training and doing jobs.<br/><br/>She wants to earn gold, a lot of it, but she also wants to make a name for herself. Not so much like fame, but more be respected and known for being able to do the job well. Because she never got any kind of appraise or acknowledgement from her families, this is likely what drives her. She only takes the jobs she wants, even if it means she will go hungry for a while.<br/><br/>As for justifying killing people, I was thinking she would only pick those targets where she could be convinced the person was someone "evil/bad". So nothing like going off and killing a whole orphanage because some landlord wants the property</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/0006910867788e830ef99521785c247e/tumblr_mf95tsdARk1s0j0eho1_500.jpg) (http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3200d5eae8270232af936ccd5fc5730/tumblr_mid11oPunh1s0j0eho1_1280.jpg) (http://25.media.tumblr.com/4dc21481dd56bc085f2c3af399582aee/tumblr_mid11oPunh1s0j0eho2_1280.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Silwen stood for a moment on the docks, her body fighting to readjust to being on land again, swaying ever so slightly. She hated sailing, hated how confined and claustrophobic the ships were, leaving no escape if something went wrong. However much she disliked travelling by ship, it had been necessary as there had been no work where she had come from. Having heard some rumors that there might be some work to be found here in Bloodcove, she had spent some of her meagre funds and made her way here in hopes there would be a way to earn some gold and perhaps even make a name for herself.<br/><br/>A sudden gust of salty wind sent her long silvery white hair flying into her face, forcing her to make a quick sweeping motion with one hand where she collected it all and pulled it over one shoulder. Shrugging her shoulders she readjusted the backpack and pulled the long dark hooded cloak closer around her slender body as she glanced at the guards standing not that far away. With a deep breath she stepped forward, keeping her gait purposeful and confident, even if she felt neither. She had quickly learned that if you looked like you knew where you were going, the less attention you attracted. But though she acted like she knew the place, she had in fact never been there before and did not know where to go.<br/><br/>Moving off the wooden docks and stepping on to land, she decided to move with the flow of people, hoping that some would be going directly to a tavern or inn to get some ale. She needed to find accommodations for the night, not wanting to spend the night out on the streets in a place she did not know at all. However she was going to have to find some place cheap as she was running low on funds. As she moved forward, her eyes darted in all directions, taking in as much as she could as she kept a look out for a sign in front of an inn.<br/><br/><br/>Perception roll: 19 Knowledge local roll: 6<br/>At 2013-02-17 22:43:43, Naiah (uid: 38474) rolls: 2d20 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=44324)