Base Attack Bonus +0, Base Melee -1, Base Ranged +2
Bladed Scarf, -1 to hit, 1d6-1 damage, slashing, trip, disarm, x2 crit
Child of Infamy +1 trait bonus to Perform: Dance checks, and Perform: Dance is always a class skill. Start with 300 gp nest egg.
Theoretical Magician - +2 Trait bonus to Spellcraft rolls
Dangerously Curious - +1 trait bonus to Use Magic Device rolls
+2 to One Ability Score (Int), Low Light Vision, Skill Focus: Perform-Dance as bonus feat, Immune to magic sleep and +2 to saves against enchantment spells and effects, +2 bonus to perception checks, 2 favored classes
Rickard, the Raccoon
Low light vision, scent; Perception +3
AC 16, Touch 15, Flatfooted 14
Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +5
Speed 20 Feet; Climb 20 Feet
Melee Bite +4(1d3-1)
Str 8, Dex 15, Int 6, Wis 16, Cha 5
BAB +0, CMB +0, CMD 9
Feats Weapon Finesse
Climb +7, Sleight of Hand +3
Alertness, Improved Evasion, Share Spells, Empathic Link
Erliana was born to a Varisian dancer named Alika Vinhove. Her mother danced for a traveling circus group, 'Tiberu's Traveling Travesty Troupe', and was the most well known of the group's main acts. Her dances were sensuous, while she herself was the definition of beauty. Her beauty and the power it gave her over men was also her curse, as it led her to promiscuity with a large number of men all over the world. One of these was the tall violet eyed elf that was to be Erliana's father, a man she never has met. Another was an overly jealous Chelaxian man by the name of Pavo Crispin. As the group left Westcrown for new pastures after about a week's performances, they took with him with them, as an unknown tail. At the next stop, he watched, brooding from the shadows of the tavern as Alika went home with another man. This continued for several stops along the trade route, and each time Pavo's rage and jealousy grew and grew, until one night he could contain it no more. Erliana was seven when the rest of the troupe found Alika strung in a tree hanging from her own scarves, her entrails spilled upon the ground beneath her.
The next night, at the midnight hour Erliana was a approached by a small raccoon, who nuzzled the young girl while she slept. She woke with him still at her side. As she has grown through the years, the raccoon, who she gleefully accepted as a friend and pet in the times of hardship with the loss of her mother, has stayed as her companion. She stayed with the troupe, as it was the only home she'd ever known, and has become nearly as well known a dancer as her mother had been before her. That said, her mother has become more famous in death than she had ever been even in life, news of her horrific end spread from town to town, often by the lips of her lovers in each town. As such in every town they visited, Erliana was plagued by whispers, and sometimes even snickers from passing common folk on the streets, and secluded tables in the taverns. Throughout her youth, a single face has risen to the front of her conscious time and again, as if brought to the surface by some unknown force. The face is that of a pale Chelaxian, with stringy black hair, balding on the top, and a pencil thin mustache. She remembered having seen her mother with this man shortly before her death, and every so often his face would haunt her nightmares.
As she grew older, her dances grew more and more complex, exotic, even supernatural. She performed in such a way that left most people amazed, at the grace and agility of her dances. The cause would become clearer to her on her eighteenth birthday, as that was the first time she discovered that she could harness arcane energies through her long time companion Rickard, a common partner in her dances, and the longest lived raccoon any in the troupe had ever heard of. That night, the face of Pavo Crispin again haunted her dreams, and the next morning Erliana set off on her own to Westcrown, guided by some higher power to the home of her mother's killer.
Erliana looks much like her beautiful mother before her, the Varisian heritage overwhelming the elven heritage of her unknown father. Her hair falls to her mid-back in dark black untamed waves. The one trait she kept from her father are her intoxicating purple eyes, obviously elven as the whites and pupils are invisible within the vibrant violet, often flashing an intensity not often seen in her human brethren. Her skin is darkly tanned, adding to her exotic beauty. Her long legs add to both her grace and attractiveness, and she is rarely seen without a smile on her face.
She often wears the clothes that her mother had left, beautiful raiments designed for flowing Varisian dances, often leaving her midriff bare. Her body is often decorated with the jewelry of many suitors, though still haunted by her mother's death she has never taken any of their offers beyond the dazzling gold that adorns her wrists, fingers, neck, forehead, ears and navel.