Prince Rickard Rogarvia was the third son of King Urzen. He grew up in the Ruby Fortress in New Stetven on the shores of Lake Reykal, where his family did their best to instill in the boy the same ruthlessness and cunning that the family wielded to hold Brevoy's disparate houses and factions together. But young Rickard proved to be a kinder, gentler soul than his siblings, with a natural charm and wit. He chafed at the harsh lessons, resisting his family's attempts to shape him into their image.
Things came to a head one day when Rickard was eleven years old. A servant woman who had been blinded by illness accidentally spilled hot tea on King Urzen. Outraged, the king ordered Rickard to flog the servant for her insolence. Rickard refused, and for his disobedience, the king disowned him, stripping him of the Rogarvia family name and banishing him from the Ruby Fortress. Destitute, the young prince did what he could to survive on the streets of New Stetven, in the shadow of his family's power. Though forced to endure the scorn of the ruling family and the mockery of the common people, Rickard never regretted his actions.
The blind servant woman never forgot his kindness, and one fateful night in 4799 AR, when Rickard was thirteen, she was able to repay the favor. She found Rickard in the halfway house where he was living, telling him that the gods had granted her a vision of some uncertain doom that was about to befall all the members of House Rogarvia. She had begged the gods to spare the boy who had showed her mercy years before, and when she awoke, she discovered a glowing elixir among her meager possessions. She told Rickard that drinking the elixir would exact a heavy price, but he would be spared his family's fell fate.
That night, all of the members of House Rogarvia disappeared in the Vanishing. That night, Rickard disappeared along with them. That night, Raquel was born.
The elixir shifted her sex from male to female. Though shocked at first, it didn't take the former prince long to adjust to her new body. Indeed, she felt more comfortable in her new skin than she ever had as a boy. Finally, this was a chance to be free to forge her own destiny in life. True, with most of her family missing, she was the rightful heir to the Dragonscale Throne, but who would ever believe her tale? And did she even want to claim her tainted legacy?
So instead, she found employment at a tavern in Restov, first as a serving wench, and then as a brewer's apprentice where she learned the secrets of crafting fine alcoholic beverages. The brewmaster happened to be a devout follower of Cayden Cailean, fostering Raquel's burgeoning faith in the Drunken God. His tenets of freedom, bravery, and enjoying life spoke to the desires of her soul, and in short order Raquel found herself a member of his informal clergy. Orphaned from her family, Raquel followed the Caydenite tradition of taking her god's surname as her own.
With a song on her lips and a mug of ale at her belt, Raquel is ready for adventure!
Appearance and Personality:
Raquel is a pale-skinned woman with black hair. It usually hangs loose to the middle of her back, but she ties it back in a ponytail when adventuring. She stands just over five-and-a-half feet tall and is slightly on the broader side, though she is fairly strong and fit. She wears simple homespun brown clothes with a wine-red sash, though she dons an armored coat when expecting trouble. Her rapier is never far from her hip, and a buckler and crossbow complete her ensemble. Tucked deep in a secure pocket is her well-worn signet ring of House Rogarvia, the only memento of her lineage.
Raquel is quite plucky and affable. She does her best to be friendly and is quick with a joke or an offered ale to lighten the mood. Those who would wish her harm sometimes falter in the wake of her charming smile. She is wholly devoted freedom and good. As expected of a Caydenite, Raquel is a heavy drinker, frequently taking shots of "liquid courage" to help her face any obstacles that might stand in her way. She also has something of a competitive streak, instilled in her by her cutthroat siblings when she was growing up.
Female human cleric of Cayden Cailean 4
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Senses: Perception +8
AC 20 (touch 13, flat-footed 18) (+7 armor, +1 deflection, +2 Dex, +1 shield)
hp 38 (4d4+28)
Fort +6; Ref +5; Will +8
Speed 30 ft.
Melee +1 rapier +6 (d6+3/18-20)
Special Attacks channel energy 6/day (2d6, DC 15)
Cleric Domain Abilities (CL 4th, concentration +8)
7/day--adoration (DC 16), Elysium's call
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 4th, concentration +8):
Domains: Charm (Love), Good (Azata)
Str 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 18, Cha 16
BAB +3; CMB +5; CMD 18
Background: Barkeep (+2 Cha, -2 Int)
Traits: Fortified Drinker (+2 on saves vs. mind-affecting effects for 1 hour after drinking alcohol), Orphaned (+1 Survival, and it becomes a class skill)
FCB: +4 HP
Gear: +1 breastplate, +1 rapier, buckler, cloak of resistance +1, ring of protection +1, cleric's kit, entertainer's outfit, courtier's outfit, House Rogarvia signet ring, 15 gp