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About Lenrelle

Lenrelle Lohe
Female half-elf paladin 1
LG Medium humanoid (elf, human)
Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +2 Dex, +1 shield)
hp 14 (1d10+4)
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +5; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune sleep
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee longsword +5 (1d8+4/19-20)
Special Attacks smite evil 1/day (+3 attack and AC, +1 damage)
Paladin Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +4)
. . At will—detect evil
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Statistics
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Str 18, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 17, Cha 17
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17
Feats Power Attack, Skill Focus (Sense Motive)
Skills Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Heal +7, Knowledge (nobility) +7, Knowledge (religion) +7, Perception +5, Sense Motive +10, Spellcraft +7; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception
Languages Celestial, Common, Elven, Halfling, Ignan
SQ elf blood
Other Gear studded leather, light wooden shield, longsword
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Special Abilities
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Detect Evil (At will) (Sp) You can use detect evil at will (as the spell).
Elf Blood Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Smite Evil (1/day) (Su) +3 to hit, +1 to damage, +3 deflection bonus to AC when used.
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I am Lenrelle Lohe
I was born of sin and betrayal. Oh I do not speak of being out of Wedlock, such things happen. Nor, thank Sarenrae, do I mean my mother was a victim of some brute who tore choice from her. My mother did choose, and she chose rashly. The elven ambassador was handsome, after all.

It cost her everything. Her husband had been a man of lower nobility, and his shame when my pointed ears were first seen was no doubt greater than he could bear. My mother says he very nearly had her ordered beheaded. Instead, he offered, as was her right, exile to a temple of Sanctuary far away. The clergy of Sarenrae teach redemption after all!

I grew up among a mix of both bitter and sincere penitents, hard working and devout novitiates, and true clergy. Alas, there were few children nearby so I had few friends. Still, the priests were kind to me. Some would call it an isolated paradise, beautiful building, grand garden , spiritual labyrinth, and more, and a day's walk from some woods in the distance. Later, when I learned of mother's indiscretion, I would wonder if the elf who fathered me lived in that forest.

Alas, Mother was not forthcoming with the truth. She was proud perhaps? or bitter, or both? So she tried to lie to me privately about how her husband had cheated on her, how the elf had be-spelled her with a charm, and more. But lying, even to your own child, does not fare well in a temple to the goddess of honesty. I did learn the truth after all.

And I grew angry at her. She had betrayed her vows, then not only tried to lie about it, she went as far as slander of others to cover herself.It hurt, and I felt rage replacing love.

A kindly temple guard noticed my fury, and she directed my frustration to physical outlets, and even trained me how to use a scimitar. I thought I might become a temple guard myself. Instead? My energy and skill were noted and eventually I took oath as a paladin.

And yet, my inability to forgive my mother was a crack in that oath, a gnawing weakness in my vows. To my surprise, I was told I should leave the temple for a time. The priest warned me he had seen dreams where I was burned by my own rage against my mother, and he knew not if it was symbolic or literal, but distance was required.

I obeyed. And thus went out into the world. I did some good, I'm happy to say. But of late, I seem to have gotten myself in trouble. A ten year old boy should not have his hand chopped off by a merchant just for stealing a loaf of bread. That's a tad extreme, don't you think? I interposed and tried to plea for an easier sentence. The man shoved past me, I shoved back, he stumbled and... well, he was fine, but someone yelled that I must work for the thieves guild. I did not. The next thing I knew some over exuberant guards were beating me about the head and I dared not fight back and...
everything went black.
I was once considered the most promising candidate for Paladinhood in an age, or so one priest told me. They may have given me too much credit.
Because now I'm a prisoner. Not an auspicious start.

Values: Lenrelle values honesty, though she understands not every secret is for sharing and folks can always refuse to talk. She wants to believe redemption is possible but feels like a hypocrite for the anger she feels for her mother. She is mature enough to know that Right does not always win over might, but she struggles to act in away that inspires others to use their might FOR right. She tries to set a good example rather than to lecture but there ARE Times she thinks a firm lecture MIGHT be called for.
Roles: With so many militant types in the group, Lenrelle may end up favoring one side of her future multiclass than the other depending on group needs. She'll start as a front liner, and then either switch to blaster or healer, or merely take that as secondary. She knows her standards are high, and thus does not want to be a leader, because she might want too much too fast but she would be honored to ever be considered 'the heart' of the team. It maybe she'll just end up a talent follower.
Goals: Despite having found her goddess, Lenrelle has a lot of self discovery to do. She needs to find peace with her anger about her mother. She wants to find and talk to both the noble her mother cheated on, and her elf father she cheated with. She hopes to find closure so she can be a better servant to her goddess and stop being held back by her past. Oh, and she'd like to get out of prison.