About Miranda Greenblossom
Tiefling Unchained Rogue (Eldritch Scoundrel) 3|Occultist 3
AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (+1 Armour, +3 Dex, +1 Size)
Speed 30 ft.
Ranged +6 dagger (1d3+1 19-20x2) or
Sneak Attack +1d6
Arcane Spells (cl 3, concentration +7)
Psychic Spells (cl 3, concentration +7)
Implements (pool of 7 points)
Resonance: Physical Enchantment. Passive. +2 enchantment bonus on Str/Dex/Con per 3 mental focus; max +2+2/6 occultist levels
Base: Legacy Weapon. 1p Standard action. +1 enchantment bonus on weapon. 1 minute.
Focus: Sudden Speed. 1p Swift action. +30 land speed. 1 minute
Resonance: Distortion. Standard action. 5% concealment per mental focus; max 5%+5%/2 occultist levels. Lasts until next attack
Base: Minor Figment. 1p Standard action. Ghost Sound or Minor Image. 1/round per occultist level
Focus: Unseen. 1p Standard action (2p on someone else), 1p swift to reactivate. Invisibility. Range touch/30'.
Resonance: Third Eye. Passive. +1 insight on Perception per 2p. Max bonus = Occultist level. 3 or more p gives Low-Light Vision
Base: Sudden Insight. 1p Swift Action. +Occultist level/2 insight bonus on one skill, ability or attack roll.
Combat mission gear: Mwk Silver Dagger, Mwk Composite Shortbow (+1 str), Pearl of Power I, Daredevil Softpaws, Potions of Cure Light Wounds x2
Gear at home:
Scroll of Mage Armour, Daggers x3, Alchemists Fire
Capacity: 20 lbs
Weight: 35 lbs
1 Unholy Symbol of Asmodeus (originally belonging to One-Eye Nemesis)
Game specifics: Miranda is attending the rally To Protest the Government
+240 gp (Starting Gold)
Daggerx5 5 gp
Haircolour: Light brown
Defining trait: Eyes, (tail,) wide mouth filled with sharp teeth
Weight: 30 lbs.
Clothes of choice: Dresses in dark colours, cloaks with hoods. All with as many pockets as possible.
Much to the malign of the more sensitive sorts, Miranda smile and laugh alot showcasing her impressive set of pointy teeth.
Favourite colour: Deep Purple
Miranda inherited most of her emotional traits form her halfling parents and as such she is optimistic to a fault, curious and (mostly) fearless. The racial wanderlust that afflicts her people is something that she didn't inherit, but an equal thirst to learn new stories replace it. She has a deep fascination for baubles and trinkets, collecting them for the tales they tell.
Miranda is full of positive thoughts. She chooses to see Barzillai as an opportunity - not a misfortune. And it times get tough, better get tough too since there is no use to cry about it.
Miranda has the peculiar ability to read items and see their history. And given that items are always friendly and willing to share she sometimes value the companionship of an curious oddity over that of other people. Her parents are in the business of restoring and refurbishing antiquities and heirlooms - which Miranda is more then willing to help out with (even if she is sometimes rather inefficient, due to reading her task instead of fixing it!). Her favourite market is The Newt Market due to the variety of things available.
Miranda lives in a small tenant in the Yolubilis Harbor district. She moved to Kintargo with her parents while very young and considers the city her one true home. While her parents have considered moving yet again, Miranda have not entertained the thought. But at the moment her parents are content to stay and ride the upswing of their business due to the Second Proclamation. They have their shop and home only a block away from Miranda.
Born to both the traditionally low-tier races of halflings and tieflings Miranda is yet among the lucky few to have a middle class upbringing. But that sometimes puts her in clash with her peoples as she can't always relate to them - nor the tall folks and their assumptions.
This martial law imposed on the city offers a unique chance for the taller folk to experience some nasty repression. Once it is thrown off mayhaps they could be convinced to do the same for the halfling slips?
Those strange strange things. What secrets could they tell if one simply reached out and touched them ...? I bet they had the most strange and wondrous of stories to tell!
Before all this trouble Miranda went trough a great deal of preparation to *uh* discreetly visit Hocum's Fantasmagorium and see if any of the interesting odd things are still there. But the martial law postponed that indefinitely - but maybe there is something there to help the cause... And since it is actually closed, there can be no harm right?
)Craftsmanship Out Of This World
That her parents worked with restoring items back in Egorian - and that they stopped soon after her birth - are both facts well known to Miranda. The tiny detail that they mainly worked on tools of diabolic binding is something they certainly omitted. A child would not appreciate the gravity of the situation and a single misplaced word could turn ugly. Especially in these troubled times ...
)For Whom The Bellflower Tolls
Miranda has tried her best to covertly get in touch with this network. She admires their work and would love to be a part. Sadly she isn't as integrated in the local halfling society as she should be - and despite their general warmth in other endeavours - this is proving to be a significant hurdle for the pointy teethed woman to overcome in this case.
)Ewind and Milinda Greenblossom - Blood
Her parents would prefer if their child didn't go out to cause trouble. After all, they already moved once for her safety and would loathe if Thrune still got her. Miranda on her end wouldn't want them in trouble either and may be hesitant to move overtly at Thrune unless they are safeguarded somehow.
)Arlind Rikher - Honour
A wizard living close to the midnight gate that grew fascinated by Miranda's knack for item reading. In exchange for opportunities to study her ability as well as having items of interest read he taught her the basics of arcane magic. It was an deal that both was more then satisfied with - and the personalities meshed well. Miranda especially enjoyed hearing the tales of Arlinds native home - the River Kingdoms. More then one anarchistic idea sprouted from those stories.
Sadly Arlind swiftly vanished after the arrival of Barzillai; Miranda assumes the mage wisely predicted that his ideology might clash with the new rules of the city. His actual whereabouts is unknown but he did leave an address in Brevoy for Miranda to write to. Maybe he actually managed to skip town entirely?
)Meredi Swiftfoot - Romance?
Meredi was the childhood friend Miranda spent the most time with - barring inanimate items. Unlike her Meredi was calmer and came from a much more traditional household. Nevertheless they mostly played nice. But as they matured their paths in life started to diverge. Miranda walked her way and Meredi found purpose as an acolyte at the temple of Asmodeus. The wedge between them was truly driven in by the arrival of Barzillai; a philosophical debate between friends degenerated into shouting, throwing of objects and somewhat genuine wishes of 'burn in hell'.
Miranda for her part still hopes that the atrocities committed by the new regime will open Meredi's eyes to her point of view. And Meredi in turn wishes Miranda to simply see how much safer and better things are now - baring those rascally rebels of course ...
)First Blade (no not the avatar!)
Early in her life, before neither she or her parents had a good grasp of her powers, Miranda managed to get a hold of an old broken sword. It was a minor heirloom left in her parents care for restoration and the young tiefling had managed to sneak into the workshop. The tales of heroism and bloodshed simultaneously transfixed and terrified Miranda - the fallout with their wide eyed child asking questions such as "mommy what does 'decapitate' mean?" quickly incentivised her parents to look into the strange phenomenon.
)Red and Silver
That were the colours of Meredi's new robe that lay folded over her bed. It was, Miranda had to admit, an all in all pretty thing. Still it meant that Meredi had finally made good on her promise; it meant that her friend had been accepted as an acolyte at the temple. It meant that they were really that far apart. And it was such a silly thing to fixate on; an inanimate piece of cloth. But while the rest of that horrible afternoon was lost in a blur of tears and then spirits the robe always remained clear. And its taunting gloating - 'Meredi is ours now!'
Mirandas parents belonged to a rare subset – free Egorian halflings. Successful conservators they made a living resorting the nobles family artefacts and heirlooms too delicate for the tall folks to handle, yet to precious to entrust with slaves. Considering the popularity of Devil worship and occultism in Cheliax, especially among the wealthier upper class, it was no wonder that a significant portion of the artefacts exhibited some sort of magical taint – the use of obscure or poorly performed rituals were actually a frequently stated reason for the item to need some repair work. They did the best to protect themselves with both warding circles and protective spells, but the near constant exposure to the fell energies left their taint. Nothing obvious, no. The insidious corruption only revealed itself in their first daughter – Miranda.
For blood-red eyes, fully formed razor sharp teeth and a pointy tail were certainly not what one expected healthy halfling babies to have.
The pair was shocked and horrified at what their child was – a Tiefling, a creature tainted by evil itself. Yet they could not blame the young child for its predicament, they knew fully well that the responsibility lay solely with themselves and their line of work. Deciding to not risk exposing their young daughter to any more unhealthy influences the pair promptly packed up their business, sold their home, and moved to Kintargo within weeks of her birth. The city had a well founded reputation for a lack of demonic energies, for a Chelaxian city, but the market for their particularly brand of skills weren’t as highly treasured there. Instead of highborn heirlooms they mostly refurbished old opera props and antique but mostly worthless trinkets. Nevertheless, they never regretted their decision: Miranda grew up quite normal, never succumbing to any thirst for chaos, mayhem and destruction (well, not more than normal for a growing child). She did however exhibit an uncanny connection to trinkets – with a mere touch they would sometimes whisper their secrets to her.