About Holly PZStanding before you, and a little bit downward if you are one of the tall folk, is a 2½ foot tall Halfling female with Auburn hair and Green eyes. She speaks softly, calmly, and smiles quite a bit. When relaxing, she wears loose, comfortable garb and seems confident in her relaxed state, with no visible weapons, just a necklace of an angelic ankh. There is also the battle dress version of her, with a full set of scale mail and large steel shield. She would look quite formidable if not for her small stature. Spoiler:
Holly Female Oracle (Life) 1 NG Small Halfling Init +3 Perception +3 ==Defense==
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PP 0
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Channel Positive Energy = 5**
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Backstory:
Holly is a city girl. She always had been, just like her brother, her va, her pa, even her vava. Maybe even her papa but he died when she was little. Sitting on his knee is all she remembered about him, but, yeah, probably him too. She is the fourth generation city dweller, long removed from the hovel, or so says vava. Holly likes the city and what’s not to like. There are shops galore, more sweets than you can possibly eat. Restaurants, entertainment, why just the other day there was a bard who told the most scandalous stories, and the people that you meet. She remembers the ogre that came to town. A civilized ogre, too. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t that civilized, but for an ogre, he was probably the most civilized ogre in the world. Where else can you see all this diversity like a “civilized” ogre and still have the comforts and safety of home? Yep, Holly is a city girl. Growing up, Holly wasn’t all that religious. Oh, sure, the family would attend services, not always regular but most of the major holidays and events. They would also get involved with Sarenrae events and her favorite was the fall faire. Holly especially liked working the gaming booths and would sneak in a game whenever things were slow. Yeah, they knew the church and Sarenrae, sure, just like any other church goer, until some odd things started to happen to Holly. Ironically, it was during the faire when it happened. And it wasn’t gradual or in little stages but big changes, big steps. She remembers the night, a perfect night. Holly had grown from a cute girl to a beautiful woman over the summer, it seemed like. The boys still wanted to play with Holly but the games were changing. Her first kiss had happened a couple of years before and there was hand holding and the like, but the games with the boys was getting serious and Holly, in her innocence, realized all too well the consequences. So the night was perfect, the weather cool but not cold, and Holly still had fun being the ‘big kid’ who ran the booth. There was a game going on among the gaming booth, a kind of competition, and Holly was losing. Being a little competitive (Okay, maybe a lot competitive), Holly does not take losing well. In fact, she realized that the other ‘big kids’ running the gaming booths seemed to be cheating. Well, Holly certainly can beat them at their own game, and even if it meant that there were less loser, the church was winning more and so cheating the players out of wins was really OK. No one was getting hurt, right? Well, Holly was able to rig her ring toss game, hiding the rings that were a little bigger and taking out the bottles that had skinny necks. Everyone time someone played, you got a point but every time someone won your game, you lost TWO points. Did I mention that Holly was a little competitive? Well, soon Holly was catching up. The faire only had two more nights after this perfect night and Holly was certain that she could close the gap and win. No one would believe that such a sweet, innocent girl would cheat them and Holly was quickly learning how to use her charms to her advantage. So Holly was even luring people to her booth, occasionally slipping in the bigger rings so it wasn’t too obvious, and she felt she was actually going to win this thing. Boy were the boys mad. They had started cheating before her and either they were too greedy or people were catching on because they had less and less players at their booths. Yep, Holly was definitely going to win. And, besides, it was really the church that was the winner and Holly was really doing good for the church, you might even say it was holy work, ha. Yeah, holy work was the thought that made her glance at Sarenrae’s statue in the church yard, as if Holly was looking for confirmation of her ‘holy’ work. That was when Holly took her first big step, literally, she became so sick, like the flick of a switch and she barely was able to jump to the rear of the booth before she threw up all those muffins and sweet cakes and colored drinks. Oh, in some sick sense, it was quite the display of color that came pouring out of her. Who would think that such a little girl could hold such an amount of stuff in her stomach? And it kept coming and coming and coming until she thought she would pass out. Her parents helped her home but still it came, an ungodly amount. Every street corner was dotted with bits of Holly. Even at home, her va had to empty the small bucket twice. Well, Holly was to learn it was really a godly amount, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves. A whole day was Holly sick. Little patches of sleep was granted her but breakfast, lunch and all the meals in between were not even attempted. Late the next night, Holly finally was able to keep things down and felt completely better, as if the switch was turned off. Damn, Holly thought, I must be losing so badly and there is only one more day left of the faire. The next morning Holly was her radiant self and, although hesitant, her parents agreed to let her go to the last day of the faire. Holly, realizing she would have a lot of ground to make up if she had any hopes of winning, went to work and started luring in the suckers, er, players to her booth. She was in full swing of her ‘holy’ work when she caught a glimmer out of the corner of her eye. It was Sarenrae, or that statue of Sarenrae, but Holly swears it was alive, and Sarenrae was not happy, not happy at all. Holly felt a blast hit her. Nothing physical, no harm came to her, well, not from the blast, or maybe from the blast. Holly didn’t get thrown back or anything but the blast hit her none the less and there came up the sweets again, this time Holly was too stunned by the blast to make it to the back of the booth and stuff she didn’t even know was inside her suddenly wanted out and in a violent manner did it come out. It was told to her later that she holds the record for distance that night. Luckily, no one was in her way. Again and again was she sick, even sicker than before, two nights ago. Trembling at the back of the booth, Holly knew she was wrong to cheat her players. She told one of her little workers to get take out the box that held the bigger rings and to mix them in with the others. And it helped Holly, she actually felt better. Holly then took out the box of bottles with skinner necks and placed them with the other bottle and, again, Holly felt better. But it wasn’t until someone won that Holly really felt better. In fact, the first few players weren’t winning and Holly knew someone had to soon or else. Someone please win. The next player was a little boy, barely able to hold the rings let alone toss them. The boy’s pa was teaching him how to hold and throw the rings and Holly wished and wished that the ring would make it around a bottle. Almost as if Sarenrae guided the little boy’s hand did the ring fly and land around the neck of a bottle. Two more rings went and two more bottles did they find and the little boy won the large prize but Holly was the true winner. The switch was off and she felt wonderful again. Holly lost the contest but won an even greater gift, Sarenrae. The next morning, the realization of it all hit Holly and she became freaked out. Not hysterical or any of that nonsense, but it weirded her out that something or someone could hold such power over her. She found herself going to the church to try and figure things out. She tried the prayer meetings but they were so boring and didn’t hold any answers for Holly. She talked to some of the clergy but they too were boring and offered this advice and that advice and nothing seemed to make sense. Soon, the church was out and not holding the answers she was looking for. A few years went by and Holly continued to mature. She found herself to be more honest than before and it just felt right. Lying wasn’t just wrong in the moral sense, it was just wrong in the Holly sense. Her word became more than her bond, it became Holly. If she was feeling lazy and didn’t want to clean her room or do the chores she said she would do, all it would take was a queasy feeling from her stomach and the laziness would vanish. She soon learned not to commit to things she wasn’t prepared to complete. I must have been about two years later when the next step came, and boy was it a step. Holly was out with friends and had taken her little brother with her. Didn’t have much choice since she promised va. So here is Holly hanging with her friends and her little brother, not so little anymore, was having fun too, until the bigger boys showed up and talked Pyter into joining them in jumping out of the second story window onto some trash. Boys are always doing such stupid stuff and Pyter wanted to be accepted. So there goes Pyter and like the old saying, it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Well Pyter didn’t lose an eye but he did nearly die. He wasn’t sure about jumping and I guess someone pushed him out the window. No one admitted to it, but the end result is Pyter going out the window and missing the soft landing below. Holly didn’t see it happen but heard about it as she was just around the corner. Everyone rushed to see the excitement and when Holly pushed through the crowd, she realized it was her brother lying in a broken heap. Everyone was too stunned to do anything and were in a circle like a bunch of cows staring, everyone except for Holly. Not even giving it a moment’s thought, Holly rushed to her brother’s side and accessed his damages. It was like she see him dying, his breath was ragged and she feared it would stop at any moment. She knew he was dying and then, wham, a force hit her, just like before. She looked at his face and she say Sarenrae superimposed on his face and she just knew what to do. She put her hand over his broken chest and spoke the words of Sarenrae. She didn’t know what the words were or how she knew them, they were just Holly. She felt Sarenrae gather inside herself and pour into Pyter. Bones mended, bruises healed and his bleeding scalp closed. His breath became normal and his eyes opened. “Did I make it?” he asked and everyone laughed. She soon became known as Holly the Healer. Another big step and change in her life. Again did Holly return to the church, only this time boredom did not overcome her. Alyssa did. Sister Alyssa, to be exact. Sister Alyssa was new to the church and she was unlike any Sister Holly had ever met. She swore, she drank, she even flirted. Sister Alyssa took Holly to some of the worst parts of town, sometimes to spread the word of Sarenrae and other times to embarrass Holly in a seedy tavern. Holly learned about Sarenrae, learned in a way that no church could teach her. Sister Alyssa even taught Holly how to defend herself and to brush off unwanted attention. Holly also realized that although she liked Sister Alyssa a lot, she didn’t want to be like her and that becoming a Sister was not Holly. Holly could serve Sarenrae without becoming part of the clergy. Holly was Sarenrae’s servant but in her own way. Unschooled in the rigors of Sarenrae, Holly seeks to bring peace wherever she goes.
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