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About Izabelia NirodinPhysical Description:
Age: 20 Height: 5'8" Weight: 130 lbs Body type: Comely figure. Toned frame with a slight feminine flaring of hips. Moves gracefully. Eyes: Oval, expressive, cornflower blue, framed by long, ebony lashes and neat, full brows. Lips/Mouth: Wide mouth with slightly fuller upper lip. Hair: Long, full with slight wave (sits mid back). Ebony with blueish highlights. Skin: Light olive; smooth - free of any blemishes. ===Image of Izabelia=== =====
Personality:
Brave, loyal, tomboyish (has no issue with getting dirty and going into places other ladies of high birth would not), curious/inquisitive, passionate, works well with others, does not have any airs (even though she knows how to behave like a fine lady). Determined, independent, seeker. Enjoys women as much as men (intimately), charming and openhearted. Proud (knows her self worth) but not arrogant. Can have a fiery temper when pushed.
===== Backstory:
Izabelia was the youngest of five children (three older brothers and an elder sister) born into House Nirodin, in the Alabaster District of Magnimar. The matriarch of their family, Cheiskaia Nirodin, was first cousin to Izabelia's late father, and a great patron of the arts (as were most of her family). Izabelia felt the yoke of nobility pressing into her, even from a young age. It wasn't that she didn't want to live in a villa with her family or that having wealth and status was a true evil. It was the expectation placed on her head by women of the family - to marry well and bear many, beautiful children - neither of which appealed to Izabelia. She wasn't musical or theatrical like other members of her family - she enjoyed music well enough, yet her talent did not run to such accomplishments. She was no great painter either, not like her elder sister, who also had a fine singing voice. Izabelia could barely carry a tune. What she enjoyed was history and things from the past - preferring to either have her nose buried in an interesting book or exploring the city (unbeknownst to her noble family). Izabelia was ten years old when she met Nicolas (Nico) Scarnetti quite by accident in the garden of the family villa. He was older than her by a few years. It'd been providence, for the young scoundrel had meant to enter Kaddren Villa, the townhouse next door, but climbed the wrong hedge. It would be a friendship that would flourish and sustain them over the years, secret at first and then exposed and forbidden (although that never stopped them). He called her his Bel-Bel. Nico took her to places she would not have been permitted access to by convention and breeding (such as the Magnimar sewers). She enjoyed their time together, for Izabelia was more a tomboy than a young, prim miss pouring tea and playing at polite conversation with an end goal of matrimony (although she was charming enough and had enough education to succeed at it, if she wished). More times than not, she would return to Nirodin Villa dirtied, clothes a little torn and looking like a street urchin much to her mother's dismay (her brothers were away at school most of the year and her elder sister didn't show her any of the usual sisterly affection). Nico was the one who taught her how to pick locks - and if truth be told, Izabelia enjoyed the thrill of it, as it meant she could get into places and things otherwise prohibited. There was one drawer in cousin Cheiskaia's private study that always remained locked (the matriarch kept the key on a cord around her neck at all times). Nico had dared her to break into it and to see what she hid in there. In truth, Izabelia had always wanted to know, so she recklessly accepted the challenge. Izabelia was almost eighteen when she attempted the pick locking at the villa. She worked on the lock, careful not to break it and give away the presence of an intruder. She had happily heard the *click* and before she could open the drawer, her cousin's cold voice broke the otherwise silence of the dark chamber. Izabelia had been caught. Not wishing to hear her explanation, Cheiskaia labelled her a thief and betrayer of the family name, trust and position. Her punishment was severe - whatever was in that secret drawer had gotten Izabelia disowned and disinherited. Her mother had cried and begged, but there was no change to her situation. With one bag packed, Izbelia was thrust out into the streets. She had followed Nico to Sandpoint for there was no other recourse. She continued to study and learn about ancient things and would work small jobs for coin to live on. Nico joined the Sczarni gang, and even though Izabelia disapproved (she knew right from wrong), she loved him as her best friend, but life began to separate them and forced Izabelia to re-evaluate her circumstance. She had to find fortune enough to stand on her feet - be her own person and shame her kinsfolk for what they had done to her. This is what led her to ultimately return to Magnimar and a letter from Venture-Captain Sheila Hiedmarch led her to the Pathfinder Society. ====
Vignette:
Izabelia looked at Nico, possibly for the last time; her cornflower blue eyes bright with unshed tears, embarrassment at her open emotion evident in the flush of her pretty face. Nico didn't like feelings or the expression of them and she would not use hers to guilt him from the criminal path he had chosen to walk (well not entirely). "You know my circumstance, Nico. If I would prove myself to my family, show I am better even as they discarded me, then I cannot do it through such notoriety. This is not a life I saw for myself; even for my recklessness, I am no thief or villain and neither are you. I wish you would reconsider the Sczarni. You are better than them and I say this to you as my closest friend and confident. Come, let us away, back to Magnimar to find our own fortunes. We will succeed, I know this in my heart! We are not our families and their fortunes and misfortunes. We are Bel-Bel and Nico!" A tear managed to fall down her reddened cheek. "I'm leaving tonight. I'll wait for you behind the Rusty Dragon. If you don't arrive by the late evening bell, I'll leave without you. I love you, Nico. Whatever your decision, know I am your friend, always." Nico's drawn expression made her sad and she wished she could enfold him in her arms and protect him. It is his life. You have no right to demand he leave. You just wish he would. Izabelia turned on her heels and began to make her way to the harbour as the tears she had held at bay began to fall silently down her face. A lone gull flew overhead and cried out angrily and Izabelia's heart clenched as if it were some warning. Please come back with me to Magnimar, Izabelia wished silently and fervently. Nico was a proud and stubborn man. Perhaps his love for her would make him see reason/sense. Perhaps it wasn't enough. Izabelia sent a silent prayer unto the sky. Either way, I must make my own mark. If I must do it alone, then that is my burden.
Character Sheet:
Izabelia Nirodin Female Human (Varisian) Bard (Archaeologist) 2 CG Medium Humanoid Init +3; Senses Darkvision 60 ft, Perception +8/+10* (*in dimlight or dark), Sense Motive +6 --------------------
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SQ: Archaeologist's Luck (with Fate's Favoured bonus (+1), 7 rounds/day): Swift action. +2 luck bonus on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. Spells Known (CL 2, Concentration +5)
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Languages Common, Varisian (racial language), Thassilonian --------------------
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Total Cost & Weight: 177 gp, 8 sp & 2 cp out of 180 gp; 59.5 lbs (medium load) (STR 12: Light Load 43 lbs. or less, Medium Load 44-86 lbs., Heavy Load 87-130 lbs.) Gave 1 gp & 3 sp to Saria for Zograthy's information on Natalya Vancaskerkin.
Remaining coin in pouch: 7 sp & 8 cp.
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