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About Caryyn

Caryyn
CN Medium Humanoid (Human)
Bard (Dervish Dancer) 1

DEFENSE
HP 9
AC 15
FORT +1 REF +6 WILL +1
INITIATIVE +4

OFFENSE
MELEE +9
RANGED +14
BAB +0

CHARACTERISTICS
ABILITIES: STR 8 DEX 18 CON 12 INT 12 WIS 8 CHA 16
CLASS FEATURES: Battle Dance, Inspire Courage
SQ:
TRAITS: Vagabond Child (Urban), Seeker, Envy
FEATS: Arcane Strike, Agile Maneuvers
SKILLS: Bluff +7 Disable Device +9 Perception +1 Perform (Dance) +7 Sleight of Hand +8 Stealth +8 Use Magic Device +7
COMBAT GEAR: Scimitar 1d6, Padded Armor
GEAR: Entertainer's Outfit, Pocketed scarf, Thieves' tools, Backpack, Bedroll, Flask, Trail rations (5 days), Pony (With Saddle). The pony is named Garyl.
ENCUMBRANCE: 37
COIN: 0 G 98 S 97 C
POTIONS:

SPELLS:
-CANTRIPS
Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Spark, Unwitting Ally
--1ST LEVEL
Charm Person, Sleep

Background:
Caryyn is either young or eternally in good health, it's hard to tell the difference. Many suspect she's barely out of her teens, others are determined she's pushing 30 and has a baby face. None bother to ask. They do not meet Caryyn for conversation. They come to see her dance.

She twirls and glides around as she performs, making her layers of scarves look like living paint as she darts around. Everyone gets a moment of the performance to themselves as she draws near, most swear later they had more coin on themselves the last time they checked.

When not performing, the young woman enjoys a nice meal or two and plans the next place to travel to. Those that catch her get to hear the stories that inspire her dances and her hopes for another adventure soon. Life gets rather boring when all you do is travel and steal from the invaders of your homeland.

When amongst her kin, she's a bit more outspoken. They stole the land that should belong to none. They anger the gods and mock their mystics. They killed her family with no regrets. She's aware she'll never overthrow the outsiders, that her people aren't after blood. With a heavy heart she grows tired of their smiles and trudges off to put a fake one on and take what she can before nostalgia of what she's lost drives her back to the nearest clan passing by for a bit of familiarity and comfort again. She's been offered a home in a few clans given that she can get past her anger. Caryyn is uncertain that she can despite her skill at hiding it.