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AC: 16 (19 Crane Style) touch; 16 (19 Crane Style) flat-footed; 12
HP: 9/9
Fort: 3 Ref: 4 Will 5

Initiative: +4 (+2 Dex +2 Trait)
Speed: 30 ft (+0 bonus speed)
Melee: +3/+3 Unarmed Flurry of Blows (1D6 + 3) ; +1/+1 Unarmed Flurry of Blows (1D6 + 3) Defensively ; +3 (1D6 + 3) Unarmed Strike
Ranged: None
Special Attacks: Stunning Fist - DC: 14 - 1/Day - Target is Stunned for 1 round; Does not work if immune to critical hits.

Str: 16
Dex: 14
Con: 12
Int: 8
Wis: 17
Cha: 10

Racial Traits (Aasimar; Archon-Blooded):
Acid, Cold, Electricity Resistance: 5
Darkvision 60 ft
Alternate Spell-Like Ability #28; One minute per day, can understand any living creature mutually as if using Tongues.

Base Atk: +0 CMB: +3 CMD: 18 ( Str + Dex + Wis + 10 )
Feats: Dodge, Improved Unarmed Strike, Stunning Fist, Crane Style (-2 vs -4 on Fighting Defensively; +1 to AC )
Traits: Chance Savior - +2 Initiative; Spirit Sense - +2 To notice invisible or incorporeal creatures, and perception checks to not be surprised by them.
Skills: Perception +7 (+9 Vs Invisiblity or Incorporeal Creatures), Sense Motive +9, Acrobatics + 8
Languages: Common, Celestial

Gear: 50 GP
Backpack, Waterskin, Monk's Outfit, Apple x 5, Jerky x 2 lbs, Soap - Violet & Honey, Belt Pouch, Blanket, Bedroll.

Height: 5'8" Weight: 135 lbs Hair: Coal Black Eyes: Iridescent Purple
Arella is a striking woman with strong features who appears a bastardized blend of Varisian and, well, something people can't quite put their finger on. It is true that she was born to one Varisian parent, the other, a native from Ustalav, but her stranger features come from a sort of blessing in her blood, giving her skin a golden, almost shimmering quality. Her eyes also possess an unusual amethyst tone, one that seems to glow in the light of the moon, like an animal's. Arella has always preferred the night, after all, and has the benefit of being gifted with sight in such conditions.

Some may consider Arella too lax upon first meeting her, but with a second glance, it becomes clear that her seemingly carefree attitude is structured, tempered by a deep sense of doing what is right and respecting all forms of life with consciousness. She pulls her blend of philosophies from several deities, including Erastil with his sense of community, Shelyn with her deep and profound appreciation of beauty, and Desna with her lust for travel and appreciation of dreams, both of which were introduced to her as a young child. Arella shoulders a great deal of responsibility over the misunderstood beings in Ustalav, being misunderstood in a land like Ustalav herself; she has lived well into her 60's and yet her mentality and physicality has yet to shift from that of girl waxing into womanhood. Still, ever since she was a child, Arella has been considered incredibly wise and of sound body.

Standing at a proud height of 5'8" with a musculature that seems both distinctly feminine yet strong, her physical prowess is anything but laughable, though it is often covered by beautifully colored, modified monk's robes in hues of purple, silver, and white. She carries very little upon her person; only a backpack with some toiletries, food, and a few other necessities. There is one thing, however, that she could never bring herself to give up; a bar of soap made with violets and honey. Bathing with such a quality item is a guilty pleasure for her, but one that she allows herself solely for the fact that it brings her joy. Unwilling to abandon the pursuit of joy for belief that joy is a profound piece of enlightenment and higher connection, she is atypical of monks who take vows that restrict themselves of such worldly desires.

Arella was born to a Varisian woman and her lover, a man of Ustalav of relatively low standing. Her parents were dedicated to helping their community thrive as best as possible, despite the circumstances around them. Their grim optimism and dedication to helping those around them caught the eye of the heavens, somehow, and blessed the previously-barren couple with a pregnancy just before they were about to give up. A beautiful, healthy baby girl was born to the older couple, and they rejoiced in such a blessing from above. Uncertain of just who was looking out for them, or what, the couple raised Arella to have a reverence for several entities of goodness, making her very respectful of religions that have good or neutral intent.
Arella was born on a full moon's night in the dead of the evening on the winter solstice; the birth was graceful, and the child was remarkable, her skin the same golden hue as her mother's, only glimmering subtly in the candlelight of the night. When the babe opened her eyes, her parents could not mistake that their child was different. They vowed to raise her as best as they could, and with minimal superstition. Of course, the best laid plans often go to waste at the hands of angry, fearful mobs, and a peaceful upbringing seemed bleak. Certainly the children would notice her differences, and tell their parents. Things...well, they had the potential to snowball from there. The family was determined, however, and put their little girl in public school.
And so she joined, and was rejected by many students. She felt so lonesome and isolated that her little heart seemed as though it was breaking; perhaps it was. Why was she so different, she wondered? Why Ustalav? Why her? Amidst her loneliness, she began to see things that weren't there for everyone else; ghosts. Her perception of spirits rose, and she found that their little town was full of spirits.
Aging was a problem as well, one that her parents didn't forsee in their unique daughter until later. She seemed to be in slow motion compared to everyone else, connecting one minute before disconnecting shortly thereafter because of her delayed aging. People died, a lot more than she expected, in Ustalav as well. She swore that she could feel them even after they left sometimes, like they were there, watching...It was heartbreaking for Arella, and she spent much of her time dreaming of a better future. It wasn't until her parents passed away of old age that she finally got the courage to grow in herself, and become her own brand of hero, and face the ghosts that slowly started making themselves known to her, whether it was their purpose or otherwise.
So she trained her body and mind; she practiced philosophy, art, and discipline. She learned about spirits as best as she could, though her mind didn't seem equipped for such endeavors; she preferred to experience rather than read. Arella would find a way to help people around her, whether they were alive or not, and in turn learn to help herself in the process. Her parents have been gone for some time, but it turns out another man, the Professor she had rescued from an otherwise grisly fate when she was somewhat younger, had passed as well. She couldn't say she recalled the memory of what happened so well, but she never forgot the way he made her feel. He was always so kind to her despite her unique appearance and philosophies, and, after his rescue, was genuinely curious to learn about her. Feeling deeply reverent and grateful toward the professor, she headed toward his home, curious why he would entrust her within his will.