About LenrelleAbout Lenrelle
Focus spell: Healer's Blessing
Old level 2 for comparison:
Ancestry: Human Heritage: Versatile Ancestry feats: Natural Ambition Background: Addicted Friend
Perception: +8
HP: 26 Speed: 25ft
Money: 3 CP, 3 SP, 9 GP. 0 PP Prepared Divine Spells: DC: 18 ATK: +8
Her Story so far:
I'm not a Korvosian native, but I've been training here so many years it certainly feels like it. I actually came here as a child of twelve summers from a town that is only a week or so away from the great city I now call home. My family had always been devout, honoring Sarenrae in special regard. When my grandmother got deathly ill, we sent a letter to the temple in the great city begging for help. To our surprise, we got a response! I volunteered to help the healer by fetching her things or any other tasks. She put me to work, and I? I didn't flinch when she took a knife and cut my grandmother open.
"This," She explained to me, holding up the crab shaped lump she had removed, "Is the tumor of a cancer. And to make sure it's evil doesn't return, though it seems to harm your grandmother, it has to be cut out first." Apparently she was impressed that I didn't faint at the gruesome work. Which is funny, because I always thought of myself as a bit timid in most respects. I'm no warrior. But Sarenrae needs healers too, and she told me the temple was always looking for young acolytes and trainees. As for myself, I was in awe of how she much she knew, and my faith was truly inspired to new heights. For the first time in my young life, I knew just what I wanted to do. My parents, seeing which way the wind was blowing, and grateful besides, let me go with her. Not that I make a fuss of it, but I think they worried their flake of a daughter was never going to willingly go to a trade on her own accord and were delighted when I finally found something that mattered to me. For my first two years, I was actually rather cloistered from the ills of the city, save for tending the wounded or the ill that came in with ails, aches, gashes and more, but even with the good attempts to keep me out of the worse parts of the town, I got the hint that Korvosa wasn't always a shining bastion of glory and civilization like it hoped to be. A lot of innocent folks fall through the cracks, and some don't fall, they get pushed. As I was allowed more duties, even going to the shadier dangerous districts to help those in need, it became apparent that folks making poor life choices was only part of it. They were preyed on. I met my first Shiver addict when I was fourteen. And it's when I first heard of Gaedren Lamm. It was a name I would, Sarenae forgive me, grow to hate. The middle and upperclasses waved it off, the guards ignored it. After all, they insisted, it only really hurt the poor. As if a poor but good person is worth less than a rich and wicked one? Such talk got my blood boiling! I focused on helping shiver addicts when they showed up, or when I spotted them on the street. Alas, far too few came to the temple, and far too many on the streets had no support; both often loved Shiver more than they loved their health. I actually saw Lamm once. I called out to him and told him the harm he was doing. That it wasn't too late to repent! To redeem himself! He laughed , made a rude gesture, and walked away. To this day, I don't know if it was chance that lead him to get my good friend hooked, or he did it out of pettiness. I did what I could for my friend, and when it was all said and done, I realized that I had been told the cure for folks like Lamm a long time ago. Lamm didn't want redemption. He was happy being a cancer on the community's well being. So be it. I'd treat him like one. To keep his evil from doing more harm, I'm going to cut him out and remove him from this world. I've never killed before.
Appearance::
Lenrelle has a wholesome girl next door look, and while no smoldering seductive beauty, is quite pretty and has a nice smile which she uses often. She has dark brown hair that she often keeps braided to keep it out of the way when she's working. Like most Korvosians, she's of Chellish descent. Thus she has pale skin that, ironicly given her goddess, is prone to sunburns. Her eyes are dark brown, and she laments that few sonnets are sung about brown eyed lasses.
She also has a lovely singing voice. Behavior::
It's easy to mistake Lenrelle for naive, as she is chipper and upbeat by nature, but she's well aware of some of the grim happenings that occur to others. She has lots of innocence, and no doubt time will rob that from here, but she's not a fool. While her faith says not to lie, she often tries to play up the positive truths for the good of others. She can and has held the hand of a dying man when there was nothing to be done. She considers herself not terribly brave, yet will take great risks to herself if it means saving a life.
Lenrelle has mixed feelings about warriors. She respects goodly men (and women) who throw themselves into the fray, but sometimes they can be the biggest babies when it comes to seeing surgery preformed, or when they must take bitter medication. Arcane sorts make her skittish and she is clueless to the secrets of such magic beyond the fact that catching a magic missile to your face can be bad for your health. She's somewhat sympathetic to those who practice skullduggery for a living. The city doesn't make it easy to fly right. She's very fond of musicians and dancers of all sorts, and often sings at the local temple's choir herself. She's even been known to hum happily as she sets broken bones. |
