aka. Echo, female sylph, unchained monk / rogue / sorcererss / dervish
Sylph / Female, 71yrs, 5’1”, 102lbs, mousy blond hair, hazel eyes, complex blue markings swirl across her skin, random gusts of wind in her hair
60th percentile for half elves, 90th percentile for humans Sylph / Female, 71yrs, 5’1”, 102lbs, mousy blond hair, hazel eyes, complex blue markings swirl across her skin, random gusts of wind in her hair
Echo (no that’s not my real name, but thanks for asking hun…) has been flitting around since she was a young girl. Her parents are a distant memory, never having known her father, and her mother having passed so many decades ago, a hard life of labor staining their relationship. Life hasn’t been easy, and after a few scrapes and worse, she got wise and started getting even. At a particularly low point, a local priest – Father Andreas at the temple of Cayden Cailean – took pity on her and tried to take her in, but the claustrophobia and chaos of the church didn’t suit her, and her impatience with their chaotic tenets didn’t suit the priesthood. She had a knack for magic, just not the divine kind, and it was only a few of years before she had to move on (although she managed to acquire some skills from the monks…)
Life after the church was more difficult than she thought it would be – no daily food water or shelter were provided for her on the streets – and she was soon back to her old poverty-stricken habits of scavenging, petty theft, and pick-pocketing – only from those deserving of her attention, mind you… She did this in too many towns to count and none memorable enough to remember their names – moving from one to the next as she wore out her welcome or made one too many enemies. The years slipped by, her youth fading along with her patience, until she settled, perhaps ironically, back in Riddleport with Father Andreas. He was kind enough to hook her up with a real job, schlepping for a tanner in the distant town of Sandpoint. Ever restless, cheap drink has become a recent solace while “listening to the wind” in the local taverns, and playing dumb when men noticed her, sometimes taking advantage of their naiveté. Her heritage has been blossoming of late, power flowing through her veins, blue markings swirling under her skin and coalescing as magical energy. Her intense curiosity is rising to the surface again and she is pleased to fall in with some adventurous types.