| Full Name |
M'Ress of the Tiyeri clan |
| Race |
Catfolk |
| Classes/Levels |
6th ranger/1st sorseress |
| Gender |
Fe |
| Size |
M |
| Age |
17 |
| Special Abilities |
Low light vision, +13 w/ bow, stealth & healing, +12 perception +10 climb, tracking, & bower/Fletcher, |
| Alignment |
N/G |
| Deity |
Iomadae |
| Location |
Beliam |
| Languages |
Catfolk Common Elf Goblin |
| Occupation |
Engineer |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
20 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
8 |
| Charisma |
14 |
About M'Ress
5ft 3 w/ Tawny gold coat, dark brown main and Perl gray eyes
Rescued by elves, following the Orc raid on her family home, M’Ress spent the last half of her formative years in what basically amounted to an elfin billet. Consequently this little ball of sass and trouble has the foul mouth of a half-orc fighter… and a true hatred of that half-orc’s daddy.
M'Ress' BFF is the 147 year old dwarf cleric Gurdy Silvermain.
And the little Lantin sorcerer Rexelford
“Hay dog dung. Let’s play a game. We can play fetch the arrow.”
“Yourrr motherrr had a ssstage act at the cathoussse… And yourrr daddy wasss the dog ssshe did it with,”
“Mossst rrrodentsss don’t upssset me…But in yourrr cassse I’m making an exception.”
“That wasss about asss harrrd as a eunuch’sss memberrr.”
“Doggy not to brrright?”
“Looks to me asss sssexy asss three fire bugs matting.”
"Hay Gurrrdy... You brrrake left, I'll go rrright... and the first one to find the big brrrown bull’sss-eye shovesss an arrrow up where the Sharrrif can't find the wound."
