<div class="floatleft">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/bee027e5adc57e67fa696b5b58f985e9/tumblr_o3ykjeCqnE1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Piper "Sticks" Blackettle (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=749109)</span><div class="floatright">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/fd1ff8d198347bd35776d6c534ae8f7b/tumblr_o3ykjeCqnE1tk4029o3_r1_500.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Race:</strong>halfling<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Unchained Rogue<br/><strong> Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Campaign Trait:</strong>Barroom Talespinner<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>You might not think much of Sticks, what with her being all of three feet tall. She's lean and well-built, with long legs, nimble fingers, and a tautly-muscled stomach. Her dark green eyes are always looking at<em>something</em>, examining, taking stock of her surroundings, and the people nearby. This and the slight smirk she seems cursed with give her the air of someone who knows just a little more than you do. Her hair is naturally a warm brown, though the sun and weather have managed to turn some of it to a paler copper shade. Though long, she wears it braided and tied, to keep it out of the way. She dresses as any sailer might, well-used, well-mended clothing that has certainly seen much finer days.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Piper's a hard little thing. She was born into the service of a minor Chelish noble family, and from the first day she could walk, was always on some errand or task or another. When she stumbled, or misspoke, it was a flog across the backside. Spill the cream? Spend the day locked in the cupboard, cleaning by feel. But such was life at the estate.<br/>She doesn't know what devil's fancy took the young master on his journey to the Mwangi, much less why he brought exactly seven halfling slave girls with him. it seems like it would be obvious, but he never set a finger on them! But oh, they learned the ways of sailing, the hard way! Easier to cut costs this way, than pay for the salaries of swabs.<br/>Maybe that was his undoing; The yacht was easily overtaken by Captain Demlain, a half-elf famed for his skill with a musket and inventive ways of dealing with slavers. Sticks was the only one of the girls who wanted to stay aboard a ship after that. Even she's not sure hy, maybe it was just to see more of the world than the bleak gardens of Cheliax. For six months she sailed aboard Demlain's ship, learning the ropes - literally.<br/>Four days ago, she came ashore for her final leave. Port Peril seemed as good a place for adventure as any, and better than most. At the Formidably Maid, she found a few day's lodging and regaled hte patrons with tales and song. Maybe she shouldn't have expounded on the famous luck of halflings, because it seems that she's now been press-ganged into being some ship's lucky charm...