Charlotte DeGivre's page

Age : 23
Size : Medium, 4'8", 105 lbs.
Type : Humanoid (Changeling)

Charlotte appears to be a young sailor woman, short and thin, maintaining a confident posture. She looks eerily pale, especially in contrast to her pitch-black hair, but her smile is charming and she looks well and healthy. One curious detail stands out: While her right eye is green, her left eye shines with a striking purple tint.

Charlotte is usually clad in simple, practical clothing, ready to shield from wind and sun, and to dry out quickly and easily if she should find herself taking a plunge in the sea. She keeps her hair flowing loose at shoulder length, and hates the feeling of having it restrained or braided.

An observant eye will quickly notice that Charlotte's close vicinity tends to get rather turbulent. Small knicknacks move on their own, water swirls, ripples, and splashes, and animals get spooked.

Charlotte DeGivre was a girl born into a family of craftsmen attempting to cut out an honest living for themselves within a small town in the Shackles. She was be family's youngest and final child, following two older brothers.

Then, at three months of age, she was abducted by a sea hag, replaced with the hag's own daughter, and unceremoniously devoured.

Though the switch was never apparent to the parents, thanks to the uncanny resemblence magically fostered by the children of hags, their new daughter's appearance became a riddle as she aged: The father possessed the olive complexion of a descendant of Varisia, and his sons had inherited the same, but the daughter's tone slowly became pale, even more so than her mother's own. Her black hair and the deep green of her right eye were assumed to be traits inherited from her mother, but the purple tint of her left eye, developed almost overnight, remained a source of consternation.

As a growing child, Charlotte quickly took interest in her father's hobby: Fiddling. Her parents fostered this interesit with great enthusiasm, buying their daughter her own violin, and encouraging her to practice.

Time passed, and Charlotte began to show stranger and stranger behavior. She would spend hours upon hours sitting, motionless, on the quay or by the docs, staring at the sea and barely moving, merely watching the tides flow in. At times, she would become extraordinarily clumsy, with ordinary tasks ending in objects imcomprensibly launching themselves out of her hands and flinging themselves at walls. Around her, water would swirl, ripple, and splash incomprehensibly. Still, her parents and her brothers very much loved her. On the other hand, her strange behaviors would quickly make her a pariah amongst the local children. She quickly became known as the local strange child, with all the tormenting such a thing entailed. After being pushed into the water far too many times, and called far too many names, Charlotte quickly learned to notice her tormentors ahead of time and make herself scarce.

Charlotte would soon prove to have a prodigious amount of magical talent for a child of ten, manifesting small orisons with ease. She claimed that the sea had taught her how to do these things, and that the tides instructed her in her first few spells. This attracted the attention of a local sorceror, who took the girl under his wing and helped her explore her magical talents.

As she reached adolescence, a strange feeling awoke within Charlotte. A strong pull echoed within her heart, calling for her to follow the beach around the island. At first, she ignored the strange feeling, having other occupations and dismissing the feelings as strange impulses that would pass. One night, however, as she was lying trying to fall asleep, Charlotte found herself rising, dressing, and stepping out, following her impulse almost mindlessly.

The night was dark and cold, and cold rain was showering the island, but Charlotte kept walking along the sea, barefoot in the sand.

"Wait!" the voice of a young girl rang out, speaking in Varisian.

Charlotte stopped in her tracks and looked around for the source of the voice. Finding no one, she ventured forth.

"No! Big sister! Don't go further!"

Confused and shaken, Charlotte looked again, left and right, front and back.

"Show yourself! Who's there!?" Charlotte called out.

A vague silhouette began to form on the beach, standing in front of her. Charlotte's eyes went wide. Before her, clad in a simple frayed dress dripping with sea water, stood the ghost of a young girl, perhaps seven years in age, who looked as though she could have been part of Charlotte's family. The olive tone, black hair and green eyes were unmistakeable.

"You... you're... me?” Charlotte blurted out, startled by the sudden appearance.

"I was Charlotte DeGivre, before you came... Before the witch put you there!" the little girl accused.

”What?” Charlotte questioned the apparition.

"There’s no time for me to explain! She’s coming! Run!" the spirit shouted. Charlotte tried to ask for more information, but the spirit kept urging her to flee.

She no longer protested as her true mother, the Sea Hag, came into view. Thanks to the apparition’s warnings, Charlotte disappeared into the night before her mother could see her.

As Charlotte walked home, she found herself having to mull over many questions about herself and her heritage, but most of it temporarily fell by the wayside when she reached her room and found the ghost sitting in her bed and waiting for her.

”You made it back!” the little girl exclaimed, overjoyed.

”I don’t understand,” Charlotte said, seeing the girl smiling widely. ”You're the one that's been making all the troubles around me, aren't you?" Charlotte asked.

The ghost nodded, looking a little guilty.

"Then, why did you help me escape the hag?"

”I'm... not sure. I saw you going towards her, and it made me realise that, in a way, you’re just as much me as I am myself. I'm Charlotte, but you're Charlotte too, no? I didn’t want Mom and Dad to lose me... to lose us a second time. I realize now... you didn't ask for this any more than I did.” As the phantom spoke, tears began welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry I made so much trouble for you. I just wanted something to do, I just wanted to be something for someone, and I thought picking on you would fulfill that...

Charlotte sat on the bed, and tried to put her hand on the ghost’s shoulder, finding herself a little disconcerted when it passed right through. ”I’m sorry too... I never wanted to take your place. I’d like to make it up to you somehow, but... Oh! How about we find you someone to be, then?"

The ghost turned to look at Charlotte, intrigued. A sparkle shone from her empty eyes.

"You called me 'big sister', earlier. Would you like to be my little sister from now on? One day, I’m going to go on a great big adventure. I’m sure having you along would make it even more fantastic. Two Charlottes working together would be even better than just one, don't you think?”

Big Sister was met with Little Sister's smile. "Friend?"

"Friend."

"Together, we'll be the greatest the seas have ever seen, Little Sister, and when we make it to the top, I promise, we'll find a way to give you your life back."

At the age of 19, Charlotte enrolled with a crew of honest merchant sailors, but it wasn't long before the drudgery got to her. Too much work, not enough pay, and far too little enjoyment to be had.

Charlotte deserted alongside a handful of other sailors, stealing a smaller ship and taking on the life of a pirate crew. A few months later, fed up with the strange happenings around her, the crew left her marooned on a small island, from which she was thankfully rescued by a crew of passing fishermen.

Time passed, and Charlotte wandered from port to port, making a living as a barroom entertainer, and keeping an eye out for potential leads into adventure.

Thusly, Charlotte DeGivre, now 25, returns to Port Peril, intent on making a name for herself. Armed with skill, determination and a fraction of the sea's essence, and accompanied by a most unusual ally, she intends on reaching for the top of the world. Perhaps, there, she would find her destiny, and an answer to her sister's troubles...

...and the name of the lowlife who slipped something weird in her drink, kicking off her involvement with the Wormwood.

Str 10; Dex 14; Con 14; Int 12; Wis 10; Cha 18
Feats

• Eschew Materials
  

Traits

• Barroom Talespinner(Perform(String Instruments))
  
• Dangerously Curious
  
• Fast-Talker
  
• Drawback: Haunting Regret
  

Racial Traits:

• Natural Armor: Changelings have a +1 natural armor bonus.
  
• Claws: Changelings' fingernails are hard and sharp, granting them two claw attacks (1d4 points of damage each).
  
• Darkvision: Changelings see perfectly in the dark up to 60 feet.
  
• Sea Lungs (Sea Hag): The changeling may hold her breath for a number of rounds equal to three times her Constitution before she risks drowning.

Revelations:

• Fluid Travel (Su): You can walk on liquid as if it were a solid surface. Walking on the liquid does not harm you; you can walk on acid or even lava (as if walking on a solid temporary crust), though you would still take fire damage from being near the lava. You can move across this surface at your normal land speed. At 7th level, while this ability is in effect, you can instead go underwater, gaining a swim speed of 60 feet and the ability to breathe water. You can use this ability for 1 hour per day per oracle level. This duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be spent in 1-hour increments.

Curse

• Haunted(Ex): Retrieving any stored item from your gear requires a standard action, unless it would normally take longer. Any item you drop lands 10 feet away from you in a random direction. Add mage hand and ghost sound to your list of spells known.

Trained Skills: +1 favored class bonus

• Bluff +9
  
• Diplomacy +9
  
• Linguistics +2
  
• Perform (String Instruments) +9
  
• Swim +4 (Can hold breath 42 rounds before drowning risk)
  
• Use Magic Device +9
  
• Concentration Checks +5
  

Spoken Languages: Common, Varisian, Aquan