
| Full Name |
Sarazel |
| Race |
Half-Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Sorceror 3/ Bard 1/Enchantress 1 |
| Gender |
Female |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
24 |
| Special Abilities |
Lowlight Vision, Light Blindness, Adaptability, Multitalented, Elfblood, Wary, Elven Immunities, Cantrips, Spells, Bloodline: Serpentine |
| Alignment |
Lawful Neutral |
| Deity |
Calistria |
| Location |
Absalom |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Draconic, Varisian |
| Occupation |
Fortune Teller |
| Strength |
12 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
16 |
About Sarazel
This lovely woman is many things to many people. Seductress, saboteur, deceiver, friend, enchantress and more. In the end, this bastard of all species is simply one who knows what she wants and how to get it. Preferring subtlety and guile to direct combat, this Varisian nonetheless is a firm believer in having a potent sting to match your honey.
Despite all the mixed blood she has, Sarazel's appearance is remarkably unlike any that she actually bears. Pale skin the color of vellum along with black hair revealing blue/violet highlights in the right light, the only thing that marks out her heritages visually is her eyes. The golden irises along with faint reddish pupils make her seem almost unearthly. Her rounded ears make her look almost human, while the almond shape of her eyes is nearly elven when combined with the sharp, regal features. Black and violet tattoos cover her hands and forearms in intricate detail, yet she keeps them covered in silken gloves to hide them from the majority of those she knows.
Habits she has:
- Shows pity or sympathy for creatures she fights, yet does not hesitate to use underhanded techniques if she sees an opportunity.
- Shows respect for those who follow traditions, either religious or societal
- Has no problems using her looks to get what she wants, but rarely does she ever grant anything more
- Likes to record and take notes of the various things she does/comes across as a Pathfinder.