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About Aishe Petrovich

Aishe (Lala) Petrovich
Female Human Rogue 1
CG Medium humanoid
Init +2; Senses Perception +3
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DEFENSE
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14
(+2 Dex, +4 Armor)
hp 13 (1d8+5); Currently (13)
Fort +2, Ref +4, Will -1
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OFFENSE
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Spd 30 ft.
Melee: Shortsword (+3, 1d6+3, 19-20/x2)
Melee: Dagger (+3, 1d4+4, 19-20/x2)
Melee: Sap (+3, 1d6+3, 19-20/x2)
Ranged: Dagger (+2, 1d4+4, 19-20/x2, 10 ft. range)
Ranged: Sling (+2, 1d4+3, x2, 50 ft. range)
Special Attacks: Sneak Attack (1d6)
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TACTICS
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Aishe relishes the test of combat, leaping into the fray when she can. She prefers to utilize companions to her best advantage, using Total Defense and Acrobatics to maneuver into flanking position whenever possible to make the most of her sneak attack. If faced with a fight while alone, she will flee when she reaches half her maximum hit points unless the defeat of her opponent seems imminent.
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 15, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +3; CMD +15
Traits: Teacher's Pet (Knowledge(Nobility) is class skill w/+2 Trait bonus), Water Rat (+1 bonus to damage with daggers)
Drawbacks: Diety's Wrath (Sarenrae)
Feats: Toughness, Two-Weapon Fighting
Skills
Acrobatics:4
Bluff:3
Craft Weapon:5
Craft Armor:5
Diplomacy:3
Disable Device:4
Knowledge(Dungeoneering):5
Knowledge(Local):5
Knowledge(Nobility):7
Perception:3
Stealth:5
Use Magic Device:3

Languages: Common, Varisian

Load: 32 lbs (Light)
Combat Gear: Shortsword, Dagger, Chain Shirt
Other Gear: Belt Pouch, candle (5), chalk (5), charcoal, fishhook (10), flint & steel, sewing needle, twine (50'), whistle, 18 gold pieces, 8 silver pieces, 4 copper pieces
XP 0 / 2000

Appearance
With soft and gentle brown eyes, fiery red hair, but a disfigured face, Aishe Petrovich is quite a study in contrasts. Feeling shame about her slashed and gaping left nostril, she takes great pains to hide it with long hair draped across that half of her face when in social situations where it would be inappropriate. There are also times when she takes great pride in her disfigurement, as if to say that she's tough enough to take it and still fight on. She tends toward muted colors that highlight her brazenness such as maroon to set off the red in her hair or earth tones to accent her soulful brown eyes.

She is equally comfortable in light armor, a summer dress, woolen breeches, or the rags of the street and often interchanges them to best suit the environment, though it is rare indeed that she does not have at least a dagger near at hand, whether visible or not.

Backstory
Born into a family of travelling sczarni, Aishe learned to use her endearing looks to her advantage at an early age, often using them to distract marks while her family absconded with a few chickens or a goat. Four years ago when Aishe was 12, her mother died tragically but predictably.

When passing near or through small towns, Aishe's family would sometimes sell her mother's services as a whore to the locals. On this night, there was a camp of over 100 men-at-arms in service to Sir Mikhail Muschina resting for the evening outside the town in which Aishe's family had stopped. Seeing an opportunity to make some coin, Aishe's mother began plying her trade when one drunken soldier became even more violent than most of her customers. When she began screaming for help, Aishe rushed into the wagon, but arrived only in time to see the man-at-arms slash the poor woman's throat open in a hastily-conceived attempt to silence her. He then turned on little Aishe, grabbing her and slipping the blade of his knife into her left nostril. With a flick of his wrist, Aishe was permanently disfigured. He then slipped the blade into her right nostril and told her that she would suffer the same fate again if she didn't shut up.

His plan would have succeeded, for who would believe the word of a sczarni whore's daughter over a man-at-arms in service to a noble knight, had it not been for the fact that Sir Mikhail also heard the screams for help. When he entered the tent and saw what was happening, he immediately ordered the man taken into custody and hanged at first light.

To this day, Aishe does not remember clearly the traumatic events of that night but recalls that a brave and noble knight tried to save her mother from being hurt by a wicked man. She has since idealized Sir Mikhail and has made it her life's ambition to become a member of the nobility so she too can provide justice to the weak and downtrodden, to those who are beyond the justice of law.

She has since left her family and begun to seek out those who would follow her into battle. Being sczarni and living only in the fringes of society, she has found little traction except in the dockside slums of Ardis where she has cobbled together a ragtag band of river pirates. Before she came along, this little band of halfling thieves made their daily bread by stealing unattended goods from docks and wharves. Taking advantage of her natural athleticism, she set a new course for the crew by swimming in nighttime rivers and canals with a dagger in her teeth so she could cut the anchor rope of merchant vessels and make off with the whole lot.

It was with this lot that she also began learning the basics of armor and weapon crafting. One of the team, an old halfling named Durgo, used to act as an armorer and weaponsmith to a minor lord before the lord lost his holdings. When she saw him repairing some of the weapons and armor of the crew, she sat to watch him work and became fascinated by the detailed intricacies of the work. She soon began working to emulate him in secret, turning spare bits of metal into tiny knives or leather scraps into gloves, trying to patch her own armor, etc. When her amateurish attempts were discovered by Durgo he began to teach her some of the elements of crafting armor and weapons to at least set her on the right path.

She sees herself currently as a sort of minor and unrecognized noblewoman among the riffraff of Ardis but she hopes to parlay that into something greater soon. She has spent hours with simple folk learning to read and write her native tongue and scrimping for every coin she can spare to attend lectures and spying on parties and grand balls to learn more of the nobility in order to better fit in when her time arrives.

It was in one such lecture that she met and was taken under the wing of Professor Lorrimor who taught her much of noble ways and practices. She now understands that there are responsibilities that come with being a member of the nobility, not just rights and privileges. The good professor saw that her heart was in the right place though and there was a fire in her eyes that somehow made him believe that perhaps, just perhaps, against all odds, she might someday achieve her dream.