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Full Name

Devana Ravendawn




Evoker 1


[img] Female

About Devana

Alias: Snow Queen
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Devana usually wears a mask of being unemotional and analytic. That is basically a defence mechanism that she learned to pull over her own emotions in order to protect herself in the academy in Egorian. In truth she is a highly empathic, compassionate and emotional person.

When she breaks with Cheliax and chooses to stop living a lie, forfeiting a career which would have required her to surrender her own self, she starts a process of accepting her own empathy. However, implementing such a choice takes time. She afraid that anyone might notice if she made a decisions by anything but logical reasoning, since she is used to a society that shuns compassion. She is also not fully able to express her true feelings, since she never did before.

Her emotions can on rare come out in rather surprising, unexpected burst - innocent remarks lead to hysterical reactions like laughing or crying - triggered by perfectly innocent events, particularly music or romantic approaches. Of course she did not show that kind of reaction in Egorian, but now that she's deliberately giving up a bit of her self control, she is vulnerable to things that touch her.

Devana's hair was completely messed up and she smelled quite pungent. Her dress was slightly torn in several places. Nevertheless, she felt more happy and unrestrained than she had ever before in her life. She was in her little office chamber in the Infernal Academy of Magic in Egorian and cramped all kinds of personal stuff into a little backpack.

The door opened and Ilena, one of her friends within a circle of for female mages, which had formed during their time of study, entered and stared at Devana in estrangement. "Devana, what are you doing? Whatever do you look like?"

Devana smirked. She knew exactly that her behaviour didn't fit into the image which her friends had of her. 'Snow Queen' was her nick name. Calculating, cool, accurate, unapproachable, intelligent and radiantly beautiful. "I am packing... I am not working at the academy any more. Shall another concern with theoretical battle magic and be at the beck and call of the..." She halted abruptly. To continue now and speak out loud what she thought of the devils would only cause additional hassle.

Ilena shut the door hastily and stepped closer to Devana, wrinkling her nose while she made her way through the completely atypical mess. "By Nethys, Devana, you just cannot! You worked your entire life for your position at the academy", she said imploringly. She seemed to be honestly concerned. That honoured her, the other two of their little circle would probably have reacted with an intelligent, pointy remark and Devana knew she wasn't any different in that regard. Ilena continued while Devana halted packing and looked straight at her friend. "What happened to you? Is it because of Galial?"

Ilena deserved an honest answer, even though it could be costly if she chatted. "Not actually. It started with it... That Jiril pinched him from me..." she sighed and ran her hand across her forehead. It wasn't so easy to wipe away all the nights with the wonderful, cultivated, experienced elf Galial. "She may have him if she wants him. It's all right. Don't be concerned about my looks either - I was just having fun, as much as I didn't for a long time. I wasn't at home last night."

"But?" probed the cute woman, who had to suffer a lot of mockery because she wasn't quite as tall and lean as Chelaxian ideal demanded. 'She's simply way too good for this place.' thought Devana and said: "I was in the foreign quarter, in a nice little tavern. Beer isn't that bad after all, especially if it's cool. I did some chatting, I did some dancing... and, well. A big bad wolf came and ate me. Erm, that is, a shape changer."

"You were raped?!" Ilena cryed out in horror.

"Shhh... not so loud. No, of course not. I wanted it. And this night was the most honest and most liberating I ever had... you know, all those walls of black marble. The dictates of the devils. The thousands of little compromises, which we accept to arrange ourselves with the devils. The arrogant games we play - well, less you and more Jiril, Nasta and I - you've always been the best of us. I just can't play along any more and hide behind ridiculous little intrigues. I am moving to the foreign quarter, quit my position here in the academy and live by contracts." She slowly fell back into her usual, cool tone but sat down to have a closer look at her friend. Probably the only true friend she had, even though she had never realized it. "If you ever want to get out of here for a while - we can share a little apartment."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

Devana nodded.

"And you seriously want to tell me that you're not the Snow Queen any more, just like that, at a moment's notice?" Ilena appeared to be troubled.

"No, I will always be that. I will never sparkle with passion, I will always be vain and always be calculating. That's nothing to be proud of, but that's simply what I am. But I won't be locked into a cage any more. No 'theoretical' combat mage. I don't want to join the army and I'd never come a long way in academy without doing so. I don't even want a career in the academy. I want to live magic, out there, and if I go down, it's gonna be with waving flags. But I won't just fade in this dark world."

Devana finished packing and a little note she couldn't remember fell into her hand. She had no idea how it got into the back of the little drawer in her desk. It felt strange. 'I did decide to change my life and find an old note to myself... that's got to have a meaning.' It was from her earliest times of study and mentioned a Cypher Gate. She didn't really recall, only that dealing with it was considered an unimportant waste of time and she had been commanded to abandon the project, but out of a juvenile act of defiance she kept and hid her notes. She was glad she did and slipped the envelope into her her dress, so it would stay carefully hidden between her breasts.

"I... I don't know what to say. You're brave. But a little crazy as well. Don't you think you're in high emotional distress and shouldn't make drastic decisions in your current state of mind?"

"I have never felt any better making a decision before." She hugged Ilena and kissed her cheek lightly, knowing full well that she still smelled quite intensely like wolf. "Remember that you always have a friend in me when you need one. I'd be happy to see you show up in the foreign quarter some time... I am fond of you, Little Black. I'll let you know where I live."

"You're sure you're still the Snow Queen?" stammered the completely flabbergasted Ilena.

Devana winked at her and walked upright and with proud steps out of the academy for the last time in her life.

Likes & Dislikes:


  • Shelyn, Nethys, Irori, Desna, Falayna
  • Her own reflection in the mirror
  • Honesty
  • (Honest) compliments
  • Unsolved philosophical, mathematical or arcane problems and debating them
  • Opera and symphonic music
  • Discrete acts of compassion
  • Vegitarian food
  • Men who are not as smart as she is, but big, strong, honest and capable of protecting her
  • Romantic stories and the prospect of a true romance
  • True friendship (though she doesn't make friends easily)
  • Raw animal lust and maintaining discretion about it
  • Physical discipline, workout and taking care of a strong, healthy and feminine physique
  • Being called "Snow Queen" by friends


  • Asmodeus, Iomedae, Gorum, all evil deities other than Asmodeus to a lesser extent
  • Women she considers more beautiful than herself (unless they are friends)
  • Meat (she has no problem with fish or poulty though)
  • Criticism regarding her appearance, conduct or skill as a scholar
  • Obvious displays of compassion (she considers that dishonest)
  • Ignorance regarding the fate of others
  • House Thrune, devils, hell knights
  • Warfare and epics that glorify warfare
  • Overly affected men
  • All kinds of dishonesty
  • Being treated disrespectful or indiscretion by previous lovers
  • False friends or deliberately maintaining a façade of friendship for practical reasons
  • Adultery
  • Being called "Snow Queen" by people who are not her friends


Age: 26
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Pale
The character was inspired by the following image, which consequently is what she looks like: Balefire, by endave on deviantart

Devana is a tall human woman of obvious Chelish decent. She has long ebony hair which she always wear smoothly combed, but since recently open rather than tied to a knot. Her face has actually very expressive features, but most often she chooses not to express anything but concentration.

In regards of her sense for fashion she is as Chelish as can be. She favours long dresses which emphasize both her femininity and alignment with the arcane arts, but at the same time prefers simplicity. She almost always wears white or cream colours, and her dress is made of very expensive material, but kept simple. She wears unassuming silver jewellery which turns out more valuable on second look. The exception is her arcane bond item, an uncut amethyst on leather cord around her neck. Her dress has many hidden pockets in for spell component and she only wears a comparably small bag at the hip with some additional ingredients and her spell book.

Devana Ravendawn
Female human (chelaxian) evoker 1
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +0
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 7 (1d6+1)
Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +1
Speed 30 ft.
Melee dagger +2 (1d4+2/19-20)
Special Attacks intense spells (+1 damage)
Arcane School Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +5)
. . 7/day: force missile (1d4+1)
Evoker Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +5)
. . 1st: charm person (DC 15), ear-piercing scream[UM] (DC 16), mage armor
. . 0 (at will): detect magic, light, ray of frost
. . Opposition Schools Illusion, Necromancy
Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 8, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 14
Feats Combat Casting, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (evocation)
Traits magic is life, theoretical magician
Skills Appraise +8, Craft (alchemy) +8, Fly +6, Knowledge (arcana) +8, Knowledge (planes) +8, Linguistics +8, Perception +0, Spellcraft +10
Languages Common, Azlanti, Elven, Infernal, Osiriani, Varisian
SQ arcane bond (amulet)

Special Abilities
Arcane Bond (Amulet) (1/day) (Sp) Use object to cast any spell in your spellbook. Without it, Concentration required to cast spells (DC20 + spell level).
Combat Casting +4 to Concentration checks to cast while on the defensive.
Evocation Evokers revel in the raw power of magic, and can use it to create and destroy with shocking ease.
Force Missile (1d4+1, 7/day) (Sp) As a standard action, magic missile strikes a foe.
Illusion You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Illusion school.
Intense Spells (+1 damage) (Su) Evocation spells deal listed extra damage.
Magic is Life While under the effects of a spell, gain +2 to save vs. death effects, and automatically stabilize bleeding.
Necromancy You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Necromancy school.
Spell Focus (Evocation) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.


Amethyst Periapt (Arcane Bond Item), no weight
Book of Letters (Varisia), 3 pounds
Courtier's Outfit (worn), 6 pounds
Dagger, 1 pound
Explorer's Outfit, no weight
Jewelry (Silver earrings, tiara and wristbands with little amethyst pendants, worth 50 gp), 1 pound
Journal, 1 pound
Small steel mirror, 0.5 pound
Perfume, no weight
Tanglefoot bag, 2x, total weight 8 pounds
Thunderstone, 2x, total weight 2 pounds
Wizard's kit, 21 pound
Total weight carried: 43.5 lbs.
Carrying capacity (Strength 14): 58 /116 / 175
⇒ light load

Money: 43 gp, 5 sp