<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/joXEzs9.jpg?1)  </div>Stela Raynov<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Good<br/>Class: Unchained Rogue<br/>Myth-Weavers Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=688997)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">for flavor</div><div class="spoiler_body">When the beast sees her, Stela readies her blades-- it was so much faster than she expected-- it was inside her guard in a leap, and she was ready to meet it with a swipe of each piece of steel, then step away, but a blinding flash sets her off-- by the gods, it was blinding!  A flare-- fire?  A spell from her allies, perhaps?  She had been reading the details of every dark corner and now, she was blinded, and then in the shadows materializing she struck helplessly, too late, and the creature's claws wrapped around her wrist, gouging deep into her veins.  She felt the tear of flesh and the surge of her adrenaline at the pain, and she reset her feet, ready to attack-- then, spasm-- her arm would not counter, it would not obey her will.  Her fist tightened, her wrist would not stay supple, then the shock of white-hot liquid fire, coursing through her, and she was shocked as her eyes went rigid, her tongue swelled in her mouth and her throat closed.  Her own breaths became pained wheezes in her breast and her balance, though she fought to move her feet, gave way.  She fell to the dirty street, one arm outstretched, the other pinned beneath her, and her tail outstretched into the air and twitched as paralysis gripped her. A trickle of bloody spittle leaks from her lips where she has bitten her tongue, and her eyes, still wide, shine with unshed tears.</div></div>