<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c0/db/77/c0db77cbef981c004a07d1f8d376e85a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong> Adelaide Meeks</strong></span><br/><br/>Race: Half Elf<br/>Character Level: 1<br/>Classes: Bard 1<br/>Proficiency Bonus: +2<br/>Background: Criminal (Variant Spy)<br/>Languages:  Common, Elvish<br/><br/>Gender: Female<br/>Orientation: Pansexual<br/>Height: 5'0"<br/>Weight: 98 lbs<br/>Age: 23<br/><br/>Armor Class: 15<br/>Initiative: +3<br/>Speed: 30'<br/>Passive Perception: 13<br/>Max Hit Points: 9<br/><br/>Attributes<br/><br/>STR: 8   -1<br/>DEX: 16  +3<br/>CON: 12  +1<br/>INT: 10  +0<br/>WIS: 14  +2<br/>CHA: 16  +3<br/><br/>Skills<br/><br/>Athletics        -1<br/>Acrobatics       +3 + 2 =5<br/>Sleight of Hand  +3 +2 =5<br/>Stealth          +3 + 2 = 5<br/>Arcana           +0<br/>History          +0<br/>Investigation    +2<br/>Nature           +0<br/>Religion         +0<br/>Animal Handling  +2<br/>Insight          +2<br/>Medicine         +2<br/>Perception       +3<br/>Survival         +2<br/>Deception        +3 +2 =5<br/>Intimidation     +3 +2 = 5<br/>Performance      +3<br/>Persuasion       +3 +2 =5<br/><br/>Tools: Flute, Thieves Tools, Playing Cards, Calligraphers Set, Lute, Drums<br/><br/>Weapon Proficiencies: Simple, Crossbow Hand, Longsword, Shortsword, Rapier<br/><br/>Armor Proficiencies: Light<br/><br/>Features:<br/><br/>-Dark Vision<br/>-Bardic inspiration<br/>-Fey Ancestry<br/><br/>Equipment<br/><br/>Fine garments (purple corseted vest/white shirt/ black skirt/ top hat)<br/>Glass blades x 3 (2 shivs 1 mouth)<br/>Glass Blade boots (4" heel knee highs)<br/>Hat pins x 2<br/>Blinding powder x 2<br/>Leather belts x 8<br/>Hooded cloak<br/>Masquerade mask<br/>Rapier<br/>Leather Armor<br/>Dagger x 3<br/>Flask Oil x 2<br/>Rope (silk) 50 ft<br/>Disguise Kit<br/><br/>Weapon Attacks<br/><br/>Weapon: Glass blades<br/>Type: Finesse, Piercing<br/>Range: Melee<br/>Atk Bonus: +5<br/>Damage: 1d4+3<br/><br/>Weapon: Daggers<br/>Type: Finesse, Piercing<br/>Range: Melee<br/>Atk Bonus: +5<br/>Damage: 1d4+3<br/><br/>Weapon: Rapier<br/>Type: Finesse, Piercing<br/>Range: Melee<br/>Atk Bonus: +5<br/>Damage: 1d8+3<br/><br/>Weapon: Blind Powder<br/>Type: Thrown<br/>Range: 10<br/>Atk Bonus: +5<br/>Damage: 1 + Blindness Dex 12 saving throw to avoid<br/><br/><br/>Spells<br/><br/>Cantrips<br/>-Vicious Mockery<br/>-Minor Illusion<br/><br/>LvL 1<br/>-Sleep<br/>-Dissonant Whispers<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Healing Word<br/><br/>"They will tell stories about me even after this city has crumbled to dust. And even then they will be told no louder than whispers..."<br/><br/>Background:<br/><br/>The second daughter of a wealthy spice merchant, Adelaide was always a strange child. She did not speak until her fifth year, at which time she spoke with a fluency and diction that made it clear she had understood what everyone was saying for years but had never felt she had anything to share.<br/><br/>Her mother considered her to be precocious, when interviewed after "the incident", she spoke at length of how she had an affection for mice and other vermin, keeping them as pets. Her father treated her with an equal mix of revulsion and guilt, for he knew both what Adelaide was and that he alone was responsible for the young lady's condition. It would later be discovered that the elder Meeks had elicited the services of an agent of darkness in achieving his wealth. Too timid to allow for his own damnation, it was his future seed that would be born with a soul that burned black. Human only in appearance, a monster dwelt in the pale girl. A creature of pure schadenfreude, she reveled in tormenting those around her. With an insatiable thirst for secrets and suffering, she became an adroit manipulator by the time she was sent away to Academy by her troubled parents.<br/><br/>Though she is now thought to be responsible for the "Bloody summer" incident in which five students committed suicide over the course of two months, the first documented case of murder occurred when Adelaide was nine years old. Ruled accidental at the time, a twelve year old girl who was known to pick on the younger children was found dead of a venomous snake bite while in bed. When questioned years later, Meeks admitted that she never picked on her. She had killed the girl because they were HER victims.<br/><br/>The teen years after her (greatly accelerated by a nervous faculty) graduation are well documented and known to most anyone, as death followed her where ever she went. It was only when she had reached sixteen years of age and her father passed on (from an allergic reaction to multiple insect stings) that the pieces fell into place.<br/><br/>"The Incident" as it was referred to furtively occurred one night when Adelaide's suspicious elder brother thought correctly that with his beating heart being the only obstacle between Adelaide and the family fortune, his days were numbered. The records are sealed, but everyone knows the story of what the authorities found at the Meeks estate. Male remains were found in the forest, bones picked clean by vermin, which was an oddity given that the elder Meeks brother had only been missing for two days. Also undocumented but well known was the fact that some of the bite marks left etched in the bone were human. Worse still, there were collected remains nearby of at least eighteen other victims... some younger than Miss Meeks.<br/><br/>The stories about young Miss Meeks are wide spread and exaggerated to the point of impossibility. Everyone has heard the stories. The true chill seeps into the soul when one realizes that they are all true.<br/><br/>That her saliva was both addictive and deadly to a young cleric who died mid fellatio, Adelaide's tongue stopping his heart mid-climax. That Miss Meeks can extend her presence through vermin and shadows, as when thousands of rat corpses were found amongst the embers of a rival merchant's burned estate.<br/><br/>Or how her lithe and infernal body can twist and bend bonelessly through barred windows much like those that protected the young poet Makadama Lowell, who resides in Bedlam now after giving birth to an abomination rumored to be the stuff of nightmares, Meeks somehow impregnating her the stories say. Or how the Baroness Anise poisoned herself the night after Miss Meeks whispered a single word into her ear... before biting off her earring.<br/><br/>The most horrifying tale of course is how she lives a life of untainted wickedness in service to the Darkness, unashamed of her crimes and untouchable because of the simple fact that none in power are brave enough to live with their secrets exposed. Her demise could quite literally bring about the end of three dynasties. And when she is finally called back to the darkness, her only regret will be that she won't be there to watch it all come crashing down.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide's Demise:</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mathias' legs trembled as he stood tall on the tips of his boots, the chair under him creaking ominously. The boots were all he was wearing, unless one counted the noose that chaffed his neck. He stared up at the rafters of the master bedroom, his chin thrust upwards to accommodate the tautness of the rope. His dinner party had not gone off quite as well as he had intended, obviously. <br/><br/>But he was less concerned with the noose around his neck than he was with the lithe figure seated across from him. She called herself, Adelaide Meeks. The candle light danced across her frame, illuminating only half of her as the shadows danced across her creamy white skin. She was slim of form and every detail of her pale nude figure was tended to obsessively. She was not some over-painted beauty or swollen strumpet with curves to beguile a man, but she did not allow a single hair to be out of place. A meticulous perfection to her tiny frame made her seem surreal in the candle light, like a statue. <br/><br/>Idly twisted between her fingers was another cord, one that had until recently been wrapped about his manhood. Waving it a few inches from nostrils with the air of a sommelier with a cork, she exhaled with a sigh, "I was hoping you would be afraid. Too simple, I suppose. All I smell on you is need." <br/><br/>Mathias almost winced as she lifted her gaze up to meet his. Her eyes were a shade of blue so bleached out that they could pass for white as she stared through him, "If this is your idea of foreplay, you have done your due diligence. Let us get to the second act, Mathis." Adelaide Meeks beckoned to him disdainfully, as if put out she was forced to expend the effort on his behalf, "Come just a step closer if you would. The night is young and I hate long goodbyes."<br/><br/>He swallowed hard, his adams apple working furiously beneath the knot. Mathias' elder son, Verner had welcomed the demon into their home scarcely a fortnight prior, presenting her to the family. He had had a look in his eyes that chilled Mathias at the time. It was the desperation of a limbless man with an itch on his cock. It had unmanned him to see his son so deeply smitten, something unhealthy and corrupt hiding behind the love in his eyes. <br/><br/>It had unsettled him more when a few days later he saw the same madness hiding furtively behind his wife's eyes, the obsession like a live animal in her. All too soon, he saw it in his own eyes when he fucked her from behind in the stables. Weakly clinging to her sex slick body after he was spent, he stared down at himself in the water trough and saw the need behind his gaze. <br/><br/>That had been after the first funeral, just ten days prior. His younger son had clumsily fallen from the rain slicked balcony of his room. Bereaved, his wife had been strangely distant even before the death and was of no help to him. Mathias would later learn that his wife had been already been taken in by their visitor. <br/><br/>Even if he had known before, it would not have mattered. She was soothing to him in his time of weakness and he had clung desperately to her words of playful reassurance. She did not judge. She listened to his troubles and when listening was not enough, she took his love and abuse in equal share, always eager for more. His younger son was scarcely cold in the ground before he was inside Adelaide. When his wife died from over indulging in wine and drown in the bath three days later, he did not even attend the funeral, preferring to lock himself away with Miss Meeks. <br/><br/>Two days prior his brother in law and elder son had dueled to the death. They were both the victor, his son running the other man through only to pass away hours later from what appeared to be a poison wound. Mathias had not wanted to believe. He had uncovered from his notes and the whispered tales of his servants that his brother in law had been driven to murder a Baronet who had not returned his affections. Meeks had both helped set up the dalliance and cover up the murder. A sleeping herb was found at the bottom his wife's last bottle of wine... as well as two glasses, suggesting she had had company. All of the deaths were suspicious and they all seemed to have one thing in common. Their new guest, Adelaide Meeks. <br/><br/>And here they were... <br/><br/>Without either of his sons, his wife or the counsel of her brother, even now, he grew aroused at the smell of the woman. Vanilla, orange, rosemary and pussy. At her direction, Mathias had wrapped the noose himself, the man still trembling and sticky with sex. Adelaide had reminded him that though he had no male heirs left, she knew where his daughter lived. She had developed a taste for their family, and it would be no great trouble for her to make the journey. Adel had painted a picture with her tongue in the saliva across his thighs of what she would do to his daughter and son in law. She would make them love her and then snuff them out like candles.<br/><br/>It was an unnecessary threat. He didn't ever want to leave this room, "I love you, Adelaide."<br/><br/>"Do not be boring, Mathias. You could at least make your last words memorable." She carelessly stroked her fingernail across the surface of her wine glass, fishing out a piece of cork that was more commanding of her attentions than this man she had hollowed out.<br/><br/>"If the gods will grant a weak man like me one wish, it is that we never leave this room."<br/><br/>"I wish you good fortune in that endeavor, but I suspect the gods like me better than you. Now, I recall telling you to come to me. I like you less with each squandered second... let's part on good terms." Mathias sighed with a weary smile and nodded. He did not doubt that given enough time to work her tongue, she could strip the reason and command the desires of any man or woman. That was why he had not relied on men or even gods to see his last wish fulfilled. <br/><br/>He took a step, unbalancing the chair and drawing the noose tight as he fell. Mathias lingered, strangling slowly while Adelaide poured herself another glass of wine. She watched him swing for a good ten minutes before she quit her chair and stretched. The cord she had tortured him with earlier fell from her hands, and she kicked it across the room with a snort. <br/><br/>Ennui had already begun to set in, and this particular outing had grown ever so stale. It was still early in the evening. Perhaps there was sport in the town proper, she mused. Adelaide was of a mind to head to her room to collect her things and get dressed, until she opened the door. Outside the door frame were Mathias hunting hounds. <br/><br/>He had ordered the servants to let them loose and locked the front door. Mathias had mentioned off hand that he had not fed them for some days, though she had wondered why he thought she cared.<br/><br/>Adelaide stared implacably at the dogs as they snarled and drooled at her. There was really nothing to do. She certainly was not going to spend her last moments groveling to dogs. They could smell her tainted blood and were wary, but not so fearful as they were hungry. She retrieved her glass of wine from the side table as they padded into the room cautiously, teeth gnashing at her while she drained the glass. Miss Meeks slowly reached for the candle and snuffed it out with her fingertips as they came for her.<br/><br/>Mathias did not get his wish in the end, as the hungry dogs dragged bits of Adelaide Meeks and their master all over the castle. But the stain they left in the hardwood never did come out, so in some small way, perhaps it would have pleased him...</div></div>