Cecelia Wentworth's page

10/level (class 4, int 3, human 1, bonus 2) +0 favored, 70 Total
Armor Penalty: 0

Acrobatics +1
Appraise +3
Bluff +13 [7]
Climb +4
*Craft +3
*Diplomacy +15 [7]
Disable Device N/A
Disguise +5
Escape Artist +1
Fly +1
*Handle Animal +9 [1]
*Heal +9 [7]
Intimidate +5
Knowledge (arcana) N/A
Knowledge (dungeoneering) N/A
Knowledge (engineering) N/A
Knowledge (geography) N/A
*Knowledge (history) +7 [1]
Knowledge (local) +4 [1]
*Knowledge (nature) N/A
Knowledge (nobility) N/A
*Knowledge (planes) +7 [1]
*Knowledge (religion) +13 [7]
Linguistics +4 [1]
Perception +6 [7]
Perform +5
*Profession N/A
Ride +1
*Sense Motive +1
Sleight of Hand +6 [4]
*Spellcraft + 12 [6]
Stealth +8 [6]
*Survival +8 [6]
Swim +4
Use Magic Device +12 [7]

Coin Purse: 4663gp, 9sp, 0cp

Heavy Mace +1
Heavy Steel Shiel +1
Mithral Breastplate +1
Wand of Infernal Healing
Sling
Masterwork Backpack
Bullets (20)
Amulet of Natural Armor +1
Cloak of Resistance +1
Signal Whistle
Dagger
Outfit, Explorer's
Pouch, Belt
Paper (10)
Mitran Holy Symbol (Damaged)
Cleric's Vestments
Cedric's Journals and Books
Waterskin
Rations (7)
Flask of Whiskey
String
Chalk
Inkpen
Component Pouch
Ink

As a young child, one of Cecelia’s teachers once remarked to her parents that her best trait was her loyalty. Time and time again, she demonstrated her loyalty to her friends, her parents, her country and her faith. Yet, there was one person that Cecelia was more loyal to than any other, her twin brother Cedric. It wasn’t always easy being loyal to Cedric. He was always in trouble in one way or another, from skipping school to pickpocketing from the other children. However, no matter how much Cecelia disliked trouble and dishonesty, she would always cover for him.

As they grew older, Cecelia joined the Mitran church as a paladin and healer, while Cedric graduated from schoolyard mischief to criminal activity. Much to Cecelia’s sadness, a distance grew between her and brother. He became distrustful of her relationship to the church and resentful of their parents’ constant remarks that he should be more like his sister. For nearly two years she didn’t hear from Cedric. Then, one dark winter night, Cedric showed up at her door with tears streaming down his face and fear in his eyes, saying those all too familiar words from their childhood, “Cecelia…You have to help me!” With pleading eyes he told her that the books and notes he was carrying needed to be hidden. Cecelia tried to get more information, begging him to stay with her, so she could help him. However, all she got was a tearful apology and a long embrace before he disappeared into the snow.

The next time Cecelia saw her brother, he was screaming out for her help as he burned on a Mitran pyre. She screamed and fought against the priests, her so-called friends and brethren, who were now holding her back from saving the person she loved most. Once the fire was quelled, the head priest took her aside and suggested that she take some time off.

Alone in her home, Cecelia initially searched for comfort and clarity in her prayers to Mitra. However, the experience had left her so traumatized that doubt and anger crept into her mind. After days of weeping, while barely eating or sleeping, she hit rock bottom. Crying out into the night, she renounced Mitra and all who follow him. Feeling her divine powers being stripped from her, she began screaming every curse she could at the god who killed her brother, until she finally got the attention she was seeking. In a flash of light, something cursed back, blinding Cecelia and knocking her to the floor.

Defeated and broken, she laid there in total darkness, until she started hearing whispered words of vengeance in her mind. Slowly she felt the darkness receding from her eyes. Though most of the room was still hazy, she could see the floor with perfect clarity, as if something beneath was calling to her. Lifting up the floorboard, she pulled out the books she had hidden for Cedric and began reading. The more she read, the closer she felt to her lost brother and the more she found peace and clarity she was searching for. She felt some of her divine powers returning in a new unfamiliar form, as the whispers in her mind grew louder and louder. Finally she heard a clear voice in her head. “Return to the church. Be our spy…But, have patience. Our servants will find you. Then you will have your retribution.”

Remaining within the church has been difficult for Cecelia. She has been forced to hide the depths of her hatred for Mitra, the other priests and even her own parents, who have thoroughly disavowed their dead son. She survived by adopting a morose demeanor, taking advantage of the fact that people were uncomfortable asking about her brother and the vision troubles that have plagued her since her sabbatical. However, underneath her sorrow, is a passionately angry young woman, desperately waiting on a promise of revenge from forces she doesn’t fully comprehend. There is also a woman who, though sociable by nature, has been isolated for a very long time. It is not just the chance of revenge that she is waiting for, but also the promise of other likeminded individuals and an end to her loneliness. This vulnerability has made Cecelia particularly susceptible to manipulation by dark forces.