<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/0AE1A.jpg)     </div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sister Alyx</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=231467)<br/>Female NE Lilithan Beguiler/CultPrst-Battledncer,<strong>Level</strong>10 / 9-1 gestalt,<strong>Init</strong>+2,<strong>HP</strong>70/70,<strong>DR</strong>0,<strong>Speed</strong>40<br/><strong>AC</strong>24,<strong>Touch</strong>19,<strong>Flat-footed</strong>22,<strong>Fort</strong>+11,<strong>Ref</strong>+10,<strong>Will</strong>+10,<strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong>5<br/><strong>Lethal/Non-lethal Unarmed Strike (-) </strong>5 (1d6, 20/x2)<br/><strong>light Rapier (-) </strong>5 (1d6, 18-20x2)<br/><strong>concealable Dagger (-) </strong>5 (1d4, 19-20x3)<br/><strong>Bracers of Armor +3</strong>(+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Natural, +2 Deflect, +5 Misc)<br/><strong>Abilities</strong>Str 10, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 20<br/><strong>Condition</strong>Cleric (Knowledge):<br/>Cleric (Strength):<br/>Cleric (Chaos):<br/>9 OP+1 Monk/10 Lilithan (racial substituted succubus beguiler)<br/>Darkvision (30 ft)<br/>Spell-Like Ability: Telepathic bond, Nightmare (times per day equal to character level divided by two)<br/><br/>With porcelain skin and dark features, this young woman carries herself with such delicate grace and obvious piety that it's unsettling to even look upon her... but when she looks back, the sensation can be electrifying, terrifying, or fascinating.  Her body is youthful and beautiful under the elaborate robes, and-- gods forbid she be so embarrassed-- she dresses in an elegant and revealing fashion beneath.  The velvet robe of her sisterhood is so modest and puritanical that it's almost comical to imagine silk stockings, fine garters, of ebon black, a subtly sculpted form of ample curves that hug shadows and shape them like an artist's brush along subtle contours of abdominals, calves, generous and youthful breasts... her skin smells of the ritual incense-- myrrh and rosewood ash and ginger, flower oils and sweet pheromones-- so subtle and clean, yet so powerful when noticed.  But her eyes, at a glance generous and kind, can be brutally mocking and cruel as to cast doubt to the fairness of the goddess of beauty, for the glimmer of heart's fire in those cold orbs speaks of lusts that can never be sated, not by a thousand deaths or a million worshipers, not by swallowing a god nor by birthing an angel.  Those eyes show one that would be the one god, and are lost to this insane ambition.<br/><br/>Sister Alyx is feared and revered by her junior sisters-- junior in rank, not by year.  She is the head sister beneath mother superior Franalda Falyx, an older woman who, in recent years, has surreally flourished with health despite what was once her age of fifty years, and has regained the beauty of her youth-- a miracle of the gods, no doubt.  But she cowers to her 'advisor', never speaks ill of her, not in the least, and sneaks supplicant to Alyx's bed chamber both night and day.<br/>Alyx is sweet and supportive and generous, so long as she gets her way.  If not, she is abominably ruthless, demeaning, and apparently sadistic.  She adores talents of all manners, so long as they are for her entertainment or aid.  She accepts no gods, and hates the pious for accepting cheap tricks in exchange for their freedom.  She is a baphomet.<br/><br/>Abbey: The abbey is fortified as any castle, its stones set by ancients and reset by masters.  The sisters do not train martially, but the initiates do, and cloistered, eunuch friars are on hand with dogs, spears, and flails for the defense of the 'pious sisters'.  Alyx shares time-- and bodily pleasures, secrets, dirty shames, and dire favors-- with a number of bureaucrats and nobles, and she dispatches her 'missionary' sisters to follow, serve, and bed any significant figures in the domain.<br/><br/>I'm sure there are any number of jealous wives, husbands, mothers and fathers, daughters and sons, lovers, priests, and nobles who suspect vile things of Alyx, but if they make this presence known, they find themselves sharing explicit, embarrassing secrets with her sisters, or eagerly abandoning their bias in favor of release of the torturous ministrations of her lovemaking, or they disappear-- some die suddenly of wasting disease, some accidentally swallow rat poison, others wander the woods or commit suicide.  But she keeps no enemies that speak their minds.