About Natalya 'the Firebird'
Natalya ‘the Firebird’
Init +1 (+1 Dex)
HP 28/28 (10 + (2x6) + 6 con)
Fort +8 (3 base, +2 Con, +3 Cha)
Spd 20 ft.
Base Atk +3 (+3 Paladin)
Total Points: 18 [3x(2 Paladin + 1 Int + 2 background)]
340 gold 0 silver 0 copper
Favoured Class Bonuses (Paladin): 3x Human FCB.
Proficiencies: Paladins are proficient with all simple and martial weapons, with all types of armor (heavy, medium, and light), and with shields (except tower shields).
Fatigued: The target is no longer fatigued.
Standing at around five and a half feet Natalya is she is every inch the woman who has been kissed by fire from her smooth, lightly browned skin, to her glowing eyes and flaming red hair. Even her hands seem to glow. Her more exuberant gestures often leaving faint lines in the air behind her and, if sufficiently riled, she can almost end up cocooned in light strands left behind by her own gesticulating.
As a Lightbringer of Sarenrae Natalya takes the concepts of duty, loyalty and friendship very seriously. When she is not on duty, Natalya is a relaxed and open personality who believes that the best way to convince people of right is to show them what right can be. She, perhaps oddly, loves rain and asks nothing better than to sit outside in a rainstorm, delighting in the feeling of water against her skin.
In the Beginning:
Born in Oppara to two of the famous Ulfen Guard, Natalya Aleksandrovna left her homeland very young when her parents were assigned to guard a spoilt young Stavian princeling after he declared his intent to travel to Thuvia and secure a dose of Sun Orchid Elixir for himself. The mission was a disaster, despite his guards best efforts the Prince soon burned through the vast funds he had been provided with and was reduced to dismissing his retainers to afford his own, sadly diminished, passage home. Stranded in the desert heat far from home Natalya’s parent made the best of things and settled down to raise their daughter in the sun.
Unable to afford a fine house Natalya, her parents and the children that followed her, lived in a ramshackle old fort on the edge of the desert where her father hunted and worked as a guide for travellers and the occasional merchant with dreams of Sun Orchids and more money than sense. Natalya and her siblings often played amongst the ruins and it was there that Natalya one day found a true treasure – a large round sphere, deep red and warm to the touch, which hadn’t been there the day before. Sensing that this was something more than the ‘treasures’ she and her siblings normally uncovered Natalya kept her discovery quiet, but went to check on it daily – spending hours stroking the strange gem and examining it from every angle.
Then one night raiders came out of the desert, vicious gnolls and their hyena mounts. Such raids were part and parcel of desert life and the family took refuge in their fortified basement, hidden behind the storage room. Natalya however snuck out to go and protect her gemstone when she heard two gnolls tossing the storeroom looking for ‘the egg’. She knew her home better than the gnolls and reached the egg first, but the hyenas had her scent and a fourteen-year old girl, burdened by a three foot egg, was never going to outrun a hunting pack.
Natalya fought to the last, until one of the gnoll raiders grew tired of the girl threatening his pets with a sharpened stick and brutally cut her throat, spraying blood all over the egg that Natalya tried so hard to protect. The last thing she saw was the shell cracking and erupting in a brilliant column of flame, burning the gnoll to ash . Her own flesh charred and crumbled before her dying eyes but Natalya felt no pain – only a gentle warmth…
She awoke – unexpectedly – to find herself in the centre of a blackened crater in the desert with a huge, glowing bird standing over her protectively. The legendary phoenix bent down to nuzzle the girl before lifting its wing to show the chick nestled protectively in its glorious embrace. The smaller bird hopped forward onto her chest and nestled there contentedly for a few moments until a trill from its mother had it scrambling into the air on its fledgling wings. Natalya was left, alive, confused and awed beyond measure by the sight she had just witnessed.
Her resurrection left her physically changed too. No longer the blonde haired, blue-eyed Ulfen child Natalya found herself taller, darker and possessed of an almost unearthly glow, an inner fire which shone from her eyes and turned her hair a rich, flaming scarlet – the colour of the phoenix’s own plumes. The phoenix gave more intangible gifts too, an affinity for healing magic which made Natalya a young woman of renown among the desert tribes, who brought their sick children and animals to her for healing, as well as consulting her against all sorts of dangers that roamed the deserts, including gnolls, djinns and the restless dead of the ancient battlefield, submerged beneath desert sands. Thus Natalya grew to adulthood, respected and capable far beyond her years. She soon earned the nickname ‘Eanqa’ or ‘Firebird’ in the desert tongue and that name described her well, because she lived every waking moment hoping to meet her legendary patron once more.
An Agent of the Society:
As she grew older Natalya realised that simply wandering the desert randomly was never going to help her find the Pheonix once again – she needed planning, preparation and knowledge, lots of knowledge. So she turned to an organisation she had heard of again and again from travellers through the desert – the Pathfinder Society. She travelled north to Merab and sort admission to the Pathfinder Lodge in the city. After a number of minor missions to prove her worth Natalya was accepted as an agent and assigned to Venture Captain Zenemina. It was Zenemina who introduced her to the worship of Sarenrae and the church of the Dawnflower found an eager follower in Natalya – her flame-touched soul and natural inclination to mercy chimed perfectly with the Darnflower’s teachings.
After nearly four years Zenemina gave her protegee an opportunity – an exchange with Magnimar, famed city of monuments far to the north. Delighted at the prospect of further travel, although somewhat reluctant to leave the deserts of her homeland, Natalya boarded a ship and sailed north – arriving in Magnimar as sea sick as any traveller has ever been, but excited. Naturally curious she soon found that she loved Magnimar almost as much as she loved Thuvia. However she was, initially, somewhat at a loss. Exchange Agents, by their nature, do not fit in to the established lodge and Natalya found the lack of action dull. To alleviate the boredom she began to meet with and follow some of the societies less reputable agents, including a young woman who shared her name – Natalya Vancaskerkin.
Vancaskerkin in turn led her to the Tower Girls, the female thieves gang. Delighted Natalya slowly wormed her way into the group, never disguising her allegiance but gently and cheerfully performing ‘outreach’ work, trying to convert the Tower Girls while living, laughing and drinking with them every night. This pleasant lifestyle was abruptly upended when Natalya Vancaskerkin disappeared and the Tower Girls upped and fled in the night. Unwilling to let Natalya go free with her knowledge of their bases and habits they tossed her in, a relatively pleasant, jail cell from where she has continued to laugh and badger her guards for ‘another drink or three’. A certain amount is bravado, but Natalya feels a strange kinship to the thieves gang as well as a genuine sense that some just need a guide out of their lives of crime and simply doesn’t want to leave them now.