<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/64c227f94e9c218cee82e3f3bfa5d6f0/tumblr_oxc20bY0Wh1utyn51o1_1280.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melody Silkbush<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Halfling<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Un-Rogue 5<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1354673<br/><br/><strong>Brief Background:</strong>Melody is a professional Professional. She's been a weaver, she's been a shipyard bookkeeper, she's been a llama jockey in Oppara, even. Whatever Mistress Kylisa needed, Melody was made to find time for it, or it would be the crop against her bottom, rather than the llama's. But the thing is, all of these were covers; Melody's first, and most professional role for Mistress Kylisa was that of a thief, and acquirer of things the vain noblewoman yearned for, from jewels and rare wines, to strapping young lads betrothed to "less deserving" noblewomen. Melody learned early on that failure was not an option; she would be beaten for the attempt, then beaten for the failure... and she made the mistake of claiming her mistress had put her up to it. Just once. Only once.<br/><br/>What the Mistress had not considered, in her greedy short-sightedness, was what woudl happen when her little Slip hand-servant became rebellious. It was a plan long in coming, that left Mistress Kylisa exposed as a debauched hoarder, and several of her favorite gems stowed in the purse of a halfling who was already on sail for Absalom. On the Island, Melody found that she could apply any of her myriad skills to earn a living legally, but the work was tedious, there was no thrill, no edge. Of course as home city of the Pathfinder's Guild, more exciting, lucrative work was just a letter of recommendation and a small silver fee away.<br/><br/>And so this is how she ended up being dragged along with a caravan through the deserts of Katapesh; her last adventuring party had gone sour and fell apart, leaving everyone broke, angry, and stranded. Well, except for melody, who still had one of the mistress' jewels to purchase passage out of the weird land of shell-headed merchant guards and hyenas that talk.<br/><br/><strong>Character Development:</strong>Melody has developed a taste for history and the ancient empires of Golarion, particularly Ancient Osirion (where she hopes to end up after getting out of katapesh.) Magic fascinates her, and she's actually managed to get a grasp of a cantrip (And get a hold of a few wands.) She has a hard time connecting to others, especially after the falling-out of her last adventuring group. Melody also has a few bad habits that she needs to work on; she's greedy, doesn't really value "work", and is a little too cavalier about the dangers in adventuring. ("I haven't died yet!" might be her catch phrase.)<br/><br/>Shiny things from A Very Long Time Ago, advancing her meager grasp of Magic, learning to trust others over herself, are all goals she needs. Also a few traps or challenges that require some thinking more than poking, and have repercussions other than  just slowing a party down for a little while?<br/><br/><strong>Kinks:</strong>Melody is pansexual; males and females and a gradient in between are fine for her, and race isn't really an obstacle. She likes size differences; not just<em>larger</em>partners, there was this one time with a pixie that just sort of left her wanting more, too - that said, men and women larger than herself are easier to find. She enjoys having her ass played with - Mistress Kylisa learned that spanking and the occasional pinky-pucker-poke were better rewards than punishment for Melody. Though she's never tried them, her time in katapesh has opened her eyes to the possibilities of intelligent beasts and beastlike people, with their, erm, exotic parts. Her time working a certain bar in katapesh has gotten her curious about the use of restraints in copulation as well. Oh. And she loves giving head, just a very slight oral fixation, to the point of always having a small bag of hard candy with her just to give her tongue something to do.