Cira Illivar's page

Female half-elf sorcerer 4
CG Medium humanoid (half-elf)
Init +8; Senses Perception +2; Low Light Vision
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Defense
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AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10
HP 26 (3d6+7)
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +4 (+6 vs. Enchantment)
Immune Sleep
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Quarterstaff +1 (1d6 B)
Ranged Light Crossbow +3 (1d8 19-20 P)
Special Attacks Laughing Touch (8/day)
Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 4th; concentration +8)
2nd (4/day)—Scorching Ray
1st (7/day)— Enlarge Person, Entangle, Mage Armor, Magic Missile
0 (at will)—Daze (DC 17), Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic
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Statistics
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Str 10 (+0), Dex 14 (+2), Con 14 (+2), Int 10 (+0), Wis 10 (+0), Cha 19 (+4)
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 12
Feats Improved Initiative; Skill Focus (Knowledge: Arcana); Spell Focus (Enchantment)
Traits Reactionary; Volatile Conduit (free action once/day— enhance a spell dealing acid/cold/electricity/fire damage— 1d4 points of extra damage of same dam. type)
Skills Bluff +11, Intimidate +10, Knowledge (Arcana) +10, Perception +2
Languages Common, Elven
SQ Cantrips, Eschew Materials, Fey Bloodline, Woodland Stride
Other Gear Dagger, mithral dagger (masterwork), quiver with 20 bolts, sorcerer’s kit, parchment, ink pen, 310g

Cira Illivar is the product of a loving but secret relationship between her human father, a noble from the River Kingdoms, and her elven mother, Rinna, a middle class but well known tailor. Rumors of their relationship, and the scandalous pregnancy that resulted from it, made their way to the ears of her father’s parents, and they unceremoniously forced Rinna from the area. Rinna traveled back to her homeland of Iadara in Kyonin and gave birth to Cira a few months later, coercing the city leaders into letting her raise her half-elf daughter in the all-elf city.

Raised among the elves, Cira was tolerated by the community, but otherwise ignored by most of those around her. She worked quietly alongside her mother as an apprentice in relative peace until her magic manifested at the age of twelve. Her mother did her best to help Cira learn to control and wield her powers safely, but it was difficult. Her burgeoning magic was hard to control, and was prone to causing small but worrying problems, sowing distrust throughout the town. When she was twenty-six, she was cornered by a small, angry group of people from the city. As she defended herself, she lost her carefully constructed focus, her magic manifesting violently and causing great harm to the mob’s leader. Frightened, the other men ran away, spreading the word as they went.

She ran home, hastily explaining to her mother what happened. Terrified for her daughter, Rinna insisted that Cira run, as there was no way she could stay in the city and expect to be shown mercy. Cira hurriedly shoveled a few essentials into a knapsack, gave her mother a strong, tearful hug goodbye, and sprinted from the house towards the nearby woods. The last thing she saw as she dared one last glance towards her lifelong home was her strong, fearless mother confronting the growing mob forming outside her house with a weapon in hand.

With the constant fear of being caught motivating her, Cira walked almost nonstop for days and days before stumbling upon a ragtag group that introduced themselves as adventurers, first letting her eat and rest with them, then later inviting her to join them, to which she readily agreed.

Cira is focused, determined, and strong willed, stemming from all of the work she is constantly putting into mastering her sometimes unpredictable magical abilities. Despite spending her childhood shunned by most of those around her, Cira grew to be a warm, welcoming, and likable individual. Perhaps it was her poor treatment that taught her not to judge someone merely by their outward appearance.

Having lived a secluded life, she is eager to learn about anything she can, frequently peppering those around her with questions about whatever topic is currently at hand. Despite never having had friends in the past, Cira finds talking to others quite easy. It's as though all of the time she spent in relative silence built up, until a time came when she had individuals around her to speak freely to.

At 27 years old, Cira has the 5-foot, 7-inch frame of her mother, weighing in at a slim 140 pounds. Her long, straight black hair is worn loose, save for the braided half crown she wears to keep it out of her face. She wears a simple, long sleeved dress of dyed blue linen and well worn leather boots. Her skin is tanned and freckled from her time wandering in the sun, with a scar on her right cheekbone, but nothing about her is more striking than her clear sapphire blue eyes.