Racial Modifiers +1 Feat at 1st level, +1 Skill rank per level, +2 to ability score (Dexterity)
Languages Common, Celestial
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Aura of Good (Moderate)
Detect Evil- at will
Smite Evil 1/day: +3 to attack rolls, +3 damage vs evil target (+6 vs evil outsiders, dragons, & undead), +3 AC vs evil target
Divine Grace: +3 to all saving throws
Lay on Hands 4/day: +1d6 HP or 1d6 damage to undead with successful touch attack
Aura of Courage: Immune to fear. Allies within 10ft gain +4 morale bonus vs fear
Divine Health: Immune to all diseases, including supernatural and magical diseases
Mercy: remove Fatigue when using Lay on Hands
GEAR/POSSESSIONS
Carrying Capacity Light: 58 lb. (66 lb.) Medium 59-116 lb. (67-133 lb.) Heavy 117-175 lb. (134-200 lb.)
GP 11 SP 5 CP 3
"What have you done, Phedre?!" Atrius whispered to his daughter. He had already heard the rumors, now he waited to hear what she had to say for herself.
"Father, Litinius is obsessive, demanding, and thinks way too highly of himself and I told him so. He thinks that simply because he took me to an exclusive opera house that I should just swoon right into his arms and beg him to marry me and I made it clear that this was not going to happen."
Atrius couldn't even pretend to be angry anymore. Inquisitor for the Order of the Scourge he may be, but his two daughters were his world and the very few people that knew him personally also knew that he could never truly be harsh to them. He was deeply concerned though. Phedre didn't have quite the social graces that her older sister possesses and her "little incident" with the "noble" Litinius would not go without retribution.
"Phedre, you need to leave the country for a while. He has the ear of the House Thrune, and your faith in Iomedae could be used against you." he warned her.
"But Fath…" Phedre stopped mid-sentence upon seeing the look in his eyes. "You're serious… But where do I go?" "I have an old adventuring companion in Restov. I'll send you with a letter of introduction. You should be out of Litinus's reach there but that doesn't mean you'll necessarily be safe. Restov has it's own dangers but I think you'll take care of yourself just fine. You're too much like your mother." he smiled one of his rare smiles.
Phedre quickly hugged her father. Gathering up a few necessary supplies, she had followed her father's arrangements. Hiding out in a Varisian caravan until she reached the border and then worked as a caravan guard for some traveling merchants. She eventually made it to Brevoy and found her father's old friend. Handing him the letter, the retired Sword Scion took her under his wing and provided for her. Phedre enjoyed his stories about her mother and father from back before she passed away. She hated asking her father about their youth, since it always brought a deep sadness to his eyes. She also enjoyed the lessons. Dance like a unicorn, bite like a dragon… He taught her during their mock sword fights. Her faith in Iomedae increased along with her skill in the longsword and soon she began to feel restless. Her mentor smiled and handed her a slip of parchment one day. While she read over it, he explained. The charter was meant for him, but he refused. Stating that he had retired from the world of adventure and the politics, but he knew someone skilled and competent to take his place. Excited, she hugged him as well and for the second time, she set off to a new land to make a new life.
Personality:
Phedre is somewhat of a reckless optimist. She has always been quite fearless and with faith in her goddess she's believes that things will always work out in the end. She is quick to defend her friends, whether it's her long time travel companions or the orphan that pick pocketed a few silver from her a few minutes ago being bullied by someone bigger. Phedre is prone to acting out without thinking the consequences of actions through, and quick to jump into the action.
