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Lisandra was born to Arryn and Valerie Elsinore in the city of Kenabres sometime during the 4th Crusader; she is the youngest of three children, with two older brothers named Edgar and Wilem. The Elsinore clan is a widely known for being devout, almost fanatical followers of Sarenrae and members of the Eagle's Watch faction. The family grew to prominence during the 3rd Crusade, as Lisandra's Grandfather Garet Elsinore famously led a series of inquisitions that resulted in the execution of many suspected witches and agent provocateurs. Though Garet was steadfast in the righteousness of his deeds, some scholars debate whether the inquisitions were moral or effective. Tragically, or fortunately depending on a person's point of view, Garet himself was betrayed by forces within the Mendevian crusades, and was assassinated when Lisandra's father Arryn was still a young boy. Though Arryn remained a devout disciple of Sarenrae, being raised by his mother allowed for a more balanced outlook than that of his father, an outlook that led him to switch allegiance to the Everbright Crusaders.

Arryn himself had become a renown hero of the crusades, having led several successful campaigns into the Worldwound, though the crusades themselves were a failure. During one such raid, he rescued Valerie Warden, a woman of untold serenity whom appeared to be of celestial descent. They fell in love, and were married with children in short order. Arryn settled into a more relaxed and happy way of life, though he trained his children for their eventual service to Sarenrae. As such, Lisandra received combat training alongside her older brothers from a young age. Though she was physically smaller than her brothers, she kept pace with them and showed some martial ability in spite of the fact she detested violence. Ultimately, Lisandra showed a far more promising talent for channeling the divine and healing as she entered late adolescence, her very physical being seemingly brimming with positive energy. Her true gift for healing had clearly descended from her mother, who recognized that her child was manifesting great celestial powers. Sadly, her gift for healing appeared to come at a cost, as she gradually grew deaf as her healing power manifested ever more strongly. Though her deafness was cause for grief amongst her family, Lisandra herself viewed it as no more than a sacrifice for the power she had been blessed with. From the age of eighteen on, Lisandra trained to harness her natural talents, and in time became a sought after healer and medic in Kenabres.

Presently, Lisandra lives a peaceful and relatively happy life in Kenabres, rendering medical and divine healing services at various temples and hospitals within the city. Though not officially associated with the Church of Sarenrae, she is a devout follower of the Dawnflower, and regularly worships in her many temples.

Lisandra is of moderate height and slender build, though she is nevertheless very athletic and more formidable than she appears. While signs of her celestial heritage include fine shoulder length silver hair, and dark crimson red eyes, she otherwise appears as a lovely and graceful human girl in her early twenties.

She typically wears her hair up in a ponytail, mostly to keep it from her eyes when she is working. Whilst adventuring, she opts for rugged clothing, including thigh high boots of soft dark red leather, form fitting breeches of light grey, and a white studded leather jacket with red accents.

Height: 5'7
Weight: 112 lbs
Hair Silver
Eyes: Crimson Red

Lisandra has an infectious and magnetic personality, though privately she is somewhat more introspective. Most people she encounters would quickly describe her as bright, buoyant and rarely without a smile or kind word for the people of Kenabres. She is optimistic, and given to enjoying life and all it has to offer, almost in defiance to the tyranny and misery the Demon hordes would like to impose on the people of Golarion. Though she is more open and accepting of other races than her siblings, she sometimes has to fight off leering suspicions when around Tieflings or others with clearly some demonic heritage.

Keirsey Temperament Sorter: INFP

You cannot hear and suffer all of the usual penalties for being deafened. You cast all of your spells as if they were modified by the Silent Spell feat. This does not increase their level or casting time.

At 5th level, you receive a +3 competence bonus on Perception checks that do not rely upon hearing, and the initiative penalty for being deaf is reduced to –2.

At 10th level, you gain scent and you do not suffer any penalty on initiative checks due to being deaf.

At 15th level, you gain tremorsense out to a range of 30 feet.

The infirmary doors flew open with a sudden bang, soldiers pouring in with wounded comrades slung over their shoulders, or carried on makeshift gurneys. The band of knights carried the banner of some knightly order or another, but it was tattered and blood stained; if they were fresh recruits, they were blooded and fresh no more.

Amidst the chaos, a lovely silver haired girl glided about, triaging all wounded in a methodical but not unkindly manner. She spoke quietly, though confidently as she directed an older caretaker who was following her around with a clipboard "Put this young man over there, and move this stretcher to the corner, I’ll tend to him in a moment." Before moving onto the next casualty, the young medic paused and stopped the stretcher she had just sent away to talk to a clearly frightened young man "Listen, everything will be fine, okay? We’ll take good care of you here." Her bedside manner was impeccable; the boy’s fate was uncertain, but he seemed to relax at her soothing voice and assured demeanor.

Suddenly, a hulking ulfen man in fullplate armor thundered into the infirmary. While every other caretaker in the facility immediately took notice of his entrance, the silver haired girl didn’t so much as move a muscle, her attention solely focused on the young boy in her care. As the ulfen man barked orders at various soldiers in his native tongue, it was clear to all and sundry that he was in charge. Suddenly, one of the soldiers pointed out the silver haired girl to the commanding officer, and he nodded as he barrelled towards her. He was a giant of man, nearly a foot taller than she was, yet the girl seemed oblivious to his intimidating presence. He appeared impatient, agitated and above all… angry "You there, girl, you’re in charge here? Your name?" The second question was evidently a command more than a query. Again, she paid him no attention, which only seemed to agitate him more. "Listen here now princess, I asked you a question!" The girl continued to pay him no mind, much to the horror of the soldiers in his unit; they feared him, and worried how he might respond to such impertinence. The commander’s face twisted into a horrible scowl, and he yelled as he grabbed at her shoulder and yanked her around to face him "Damn you! Answer me!"

To the commander’s surprise, the silver haired girl appeared frightened and shocked by his sudden action, seeming very much surprised to see the hulking ulfen commander. Recoiling back, she shook her head as the older woman with the clipboard stepped between them. To her credit, the old crone had the steely sense to put the commander in his place, obviously having dealt with such men in her time "Commander, that's enough! You’re obviously new to Kenabres, because if you were from around here, you’d know that this dear girl is deaf!" Immediately, the commander grew red faced and embarrassed by this revelation, and backed down enough to allow the old nurse to continue "Her name is Lisandra."

Turning around to the silver haired, the nurse made several gestures that were clearly sign language. Nodding understandingly, Lisandra appeared herself again, certain and no longer frightened as she faced commander "How can I help you commander?" She was cool and diplomatic under pressure, and clearly had plenty experience dealing with military types. The commander had obviously suffered a defeat, or at the very least a setback out in the Worldwound. Appearing somewhat mollified by her response, he relaxed slightly and gave a quick report to her "Our battalion was ambushed by vulture demons, cut us to shreds."

Lisandra studied his lips as he spoke, and softly interjected when she felt it necessary to impress upon the commander before letting him continued "Vrock. Frightening demons; their spores will grow into vines that can strangle a full-grown man. We’ll have to purify your soldiers to be safe." The ulfen man appeared annoyed at having been interrupted, but his expression changed quickly when he realized the gravity of the situation "Yes of course, spores. Yes, so we purify them then? Anyway, this is just the first wave of injured I’m afraid, you can expect dozens more." Looking over towards his men, he stroked his beard and appeared pensive and distracted "Can you handle his many?"

Lisandra smiled, and placed a hand gently on his arm to regain his attention "We can commander. Healing the injured is my gift from the Dawnflower, and it’s what we do here; your men will live to fight another day." Something about this girl's confidence put the commander at ease, and he smiled at her, probably the first time he had smiled in weeks.

Seemingly, it was she who was in charge now; she smiled assuredly while pointing towards the wall before quietly adding [B]"Now commander, go sit over on that bench. Your injuries are minor, so you’ll just have to wait."