About AdrianaHP: 10 (Current: 10)
Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +5 (+1 vs Divine, +1 vs Mind Affecting Effects)
9/lvl
Traits: History of Heresy, Scholor of the Great Beyond, Mathmatical Genius, Rich Parents (Gifts Acquired from Suitors) Campaign Trait: Issian Feats: Extra Traits, SF (Intimidate) Spells Known:
1st - Command, Mage Armor, Hypnotism, Ray of Enfeeblement, Unseen Servant, Mount, Cause Fear, Enlarge Person, Silent Image, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds Spells Memorized:
0th - Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Detect Magic, Empty 1st - Cause Fear, Mage Armor, Empty, Empty Hexes:
DC=10+.5/lvl+Int = 15
Evil Eye: -2 to AC, TH, Checks, or Saves. For 3+Int, Save for only 1 round. Flight - 1st (can cast feather fall), 3rd (Levitate 1/day), 5th (fly minutes/lvl/day) Equipment:
Light Horse
Beautiful Tack +60gp Satchel Everburning Torch Courtier's Outfits x5 Noble's Outfit Silver necklace 50gp Black Pearl Necklace 50gp Jade Earrings 25gp Silver Ruby Ring 25gp Silver and diamond earrings 50gp Silver Earrings 150 gp Spell Component Pouch Daggers x3 Spear Scroll tube with - 2 Cure Light Wounds 197gp Familiar:
Familiar: Bat - Gweneth
N Diminutive animal Init +2; Senses blindsense 20 ft., low-light vision; Perception +6 Defense
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Appearance:
What Adriana looks like depends greatly on what day you see her. However she can always be found in an elegant dress, typically of dark colors, carefully cut to accentuate her undeniable curves. These are always accented by beautiful but tasteful jewelry. Her jet black hair contrasts starkly with her seemingly flawless fair skin and is usually allowed to hang straight down to just past her shoulders. Occasionally, however, she takes the time to style it up with delicate silver jewelry strung through it. Besides her striking beauty, her eyes are the most remarkable thing about this young woman. Dark and mysterious, they tend to stare imperiously at everything around her, just hinting at a knowledge and power that she feels confident only she possesses. Adriana's Background *LONG*:
Adriana was born into poverty. The daughter of a peasant scraping a living off the land, she spent her youngest years dirty and hungry. There was no father about, she never learned why, and her mother did whatever it took to survive and care for her child. Adriana has vague memories of a house decorated by fetishes, skulls, and various small creatures, but it was not until much later that she would have any idea what it meant or that it was in any way unusual. Then there were the nights that her mother would not come home for one or even several nights in a row. But still her mother loved her in her own way. Even at a very young age Adriana had a sharp mind and eagerly consumed any information her mother could give her. She was taught the basics of the world around her, as well as the world she couldn’t see. All in all it wasn’t a bad childhood, and there were times when she was even genuinely happy. That all came to an end in her early teens when armed men came crashing through the door of their tiny hut in the darkness of one night. With screamed accusations that Adriana did not understand they dragged her and her mother outside and before a man dressed in fine furs who looked down at her as though she were lower than the dirt she was thrown upon. “You will not be used as a pawn against me any longer, witch.” And with that he drew his sword, bringing it down in a shinning arc towards her mother’s neck. But before he could complete the act her mother raised her head in defiance and uttered three simple words that seemed to resonate with power. “You will die.” Adriana could not understand how he could still be standing with that arrogant smirk on his face when he walked over to stand in front of her, kicking her mother’s head out of his way as he came. That was when the fear gave way to anger and the confusion to hate. With strength she did not know, she ripped her arms free from her captors, pulled a dagger from one of their belts and shoved it with everything she had into the pretty man’s chest. She smiled as his surprised expression lowered to the ground, then ran. She ran until she felt her heart might explode, and kept running until the tears stopped falling. The next years passed as a blur for Adriana. She made her way as best she could but she never stayed anywhere too long. Early on she came to realize that it wasn’t difficult for her to get people to do what she wanted, especially men, simply by batting some eyelashes. And this discovery played a large part in her survival. The next thing that she clearly remembers is what would come to be a defining moment of her life. She was taking refuge in a cave from the rain, huddling close to the wall and trying her best to sleep, when she could swear that she heard someone calling to her from further in. Squinting in the dim light she looked, even called out when she could see nothing. But still nothing. She laid back down but the feeling would not go away, if anything it got worse. She felt it was telling her to go somewhere. Somewhere nearby. But there was no way she was going to go anywhere in this rain. And then the rain stopped, as though her complaint had been heard and acknowledged. Her curiosity piqued, Adriana made her way in the direction she felt she was being led to, the feeling of being watched a constant now. As the dawn broke she found herself back at her old home. She recognized it easily despite the burnt and ruined hut and the overgrown garden. She stood once more at the very spot that her mother had died, looking down at the ground and remembering. And it was only then that she realized that her mother’s final curse had indeed come true. And that she had been its instrument. The watching feeling urged her into the ruins of the hut and so she moved on, following it’s every instruction until she uncovered a small chest from the ashes. A chest that contained a single black leather bound book filled with her mother’s handwriting. The watching feeling was pleased. Here, it promised, was the power that she needed. The power that would give her whatever she wanted. Looking up she saw a bat hanging from a burned timber and she knew that this was her watcher. This was her pathway to power. She took the book, and with the bat carefully tucked away in a pocket, made her way out of the ruins, and into a new life. Adriana’s life was much different after that. Through her mother’s writing and the tutelage of the bat, Gweneth, she learned the art her mother had practiced. She had heard of wizards, people who locked themselves away in towers to pour over books of magic. But this was something else, something different. Where exactly the power came from, she didn’t care. She only cared what it could do for her. Within a year she had used her natural beauty to attract the attention of a wealthy suitor and sponsor. He saw her as a brilliant beauty that he could court and tote around to show off to his friends. She saw him as a means to an end. When she ran out of things to learn from him, she left, taking everything he had given her. This became her new life. Traveling from one suitor to another, learning what they could possibly teach her, taking whatever they would give her, and leaving them. But with this life has come many enemies. Not to mention that she feels she has run out of things that they can teach her. So she has taken to the road again, in search of new places, challenges, and routes to the power she seeks.
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