
Full Name |
Lady Montcastle Charlotte Deschamps |
Race |
Taldan |
Classes/Levels |
Rogue 1 |
Gender |
Female |
Size |
Medium |
Age |
16 |
Special Abilities |
Sneak Attack +1d6, Trapfinding |
Alignment |
Chaotic Neutral |
Deity |
Calistria |
Location |
Oppara, Taldor |
Languages |
Taldane, Osiriani, Kellish |
Occupation |
Poison Crafter, Thief |
Strength |
12 |
Dexterity |
16 |
Constitution |
12 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
8 |
Charisma |
14 |
About Charlotte Deschamps
At first glance, Charlotte seems just like every other young Taldor noble: arrogant, shallow, and born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She dresses in the latest fashions, gossips with a razor sharp tongue, and flirts capriciously. Even when dressed for her missions for the Pathfinders, she flourishes a filigree rapier, and addresses her companions with classic Taldan wit and disdain.
However, only a few months ago, young Charlotte was a nobody. She lived off the streets, ignored by her common parents (an herbalist and a butcher) and teased by her siblings. Yet even as one of the poorest class, she dreamed of being one of the most privileged. From the time she was small, she watched the nobility from rooftops and alleys. She coveted their lifestyle but also was contemptuous of their petty foolishness. With this attitude, she turned to swindling the rich in every way she could think of. However, she was never satisfied with simply living off the dredges of Oppara. She wanted more.
She discovered her calling by chance. By the time she turned sixteen, she was a professional at disguising herself as a page boy and sneaking into banquets, among other cons. It was during one of these forays that she grew careless, and was caught by a trio of young noblemen. They were tipsy and flush with the false courage of bullies. Things turned ugly quickly when they realized she was a thief laden with jewels and sweetmeats, and a GIRL no less.
Charlotte whispered a prayer to the Savored Sting, and used her skills learned in the butcher shop, but yet untested by battle. When she emerged victorious, she realized that she did not have to live a life of petty thievery. She could be somebody.
The next day, she set sail for Absalom, and the Grand Lodge.