Jairdan Wynne's page

(6),(9),9,14,14,(18)
Half-Elf (Mask of the Wild), Acolyte(Seelie Court), Warlock(Archfey)
Common, Elven, Sylvan, Celestial, Infernal

PT: Nothing can shake my optimistic attitude.
I: Aspiration. I seek to prove myself worthy of my god's favor by matching my actions against their teachings.
B: I owe my life to the priest who took me in when my parents died.
F: I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.

Init -1; Senses Perception +6(Darkvision)

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DEFENSE
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AC 10 (+11 armor, -1 dex, +0 shield)
HP 7
Saves Wisdom, Charisma

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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee -2
Ranged -1

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STATISTICS
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Proficiency Bonus +2
Feats
Skills: Arcana, Insight, Investigation, Nature, Persuasion, Religion

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Racial: Darkvision, Fey Ancestry, Skill Versatility
Background: Shelter of the Faithful
Class: Otherworldly Patron(Archfey), Fey Presence, Pact Magic

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Spells K:2/2 U:-/1
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0th Mind Sliver, Prestidigitation

1st (0/day) Sleep, Hex

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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Carrying Capacity
Medium lb.
Current Load Carried lb.

holy symbol (a gift to you when you entered the priesthood)
prayer book
(5) sticks of incense
Vestments
(1) set of common clothes
Beltpouch
Crossbow, Light
- 20 bolts
Arcane focus (A filigree edged small silver mirror)
Scholar's pack:
- backpack
- (1)book of lore
- (1) bottle of ink
- (1) ink pen
- (10) sheets of parchment
- A Little bag of sand
- (1) small knife.
- Calligrapher's kit

Leather armor
Quarterstaff
(2) Dagger

Money 5 GP 0 SP 0 CP

Asking the fey for a favor was something that was heavily cautioned against, even in the best of times. For a youngling wishing upon the ideals of the most beautiful being that he had heard of, the significance of having that wish responded to by your idol may have been misunderstood. "To be more beautiful like you", has a wide interpretation, and only the strongest of gods can make something of nothing. That wish was granted, at a Cost that included Service, and So It Became.

5'9" (1.75m), 113lbs (51.25kg)
Appearance: Slight of frame, their build is quite indicative of the undertakings that is their day-to-day work of scribing books. Slight, with a build that takes its shape more from the suggestion of a cinnamon-skinned Sprite than a Human, wide, bright eyes of light brown set into an awfully expressive heart-shaped face. Dark honey brown hair curled naturally from where it was held back by a kerchief, almost reaching the nape of their neck. Their hands say the most about them, hair-thin ink lines almost tattooed in irregular places on their fingers, rounded nails short with ink stains at the tips of the fingers of their dominant hand. An air about them has them teetering on the borderline between alluring and frightening, and that uncertainty about which side can make some people uncomfortable.

Personality: They say nothing wherever possible, defaulting to gestures and expressions to do most of the communication, instances where they use their voice inevitably drifting into nothing under the discomfort from the unfamiliarity of attention. With books the majority of their company, it seems that they have gotten used to saying little. As such, they tend to shrink away, letting others speak where needed, and rarely raising their voice over what might be expected to be heard in a library.