Shalira Lebeda's page

Shalira stood on top of the hill overlooking the small town Sellenrapids. But it wasn't the town she was looking at, it was the forestline to the south, barely visible to her eyes, even though they were the keenest in the town. Thus she also turned her back on the dark politics of the Issia to the north. She let the wind blow through the golden locks of her hair, so that elvish ears would be plainly visible to the farmers coming home for the night on the street below to the east, while the light of the sinking sun fell throughher hair from the west.

"You're just posing, and you're enjoying it", she whispered to herself, but she did so with a smile. She had always been vain and she knew it was a weakness. A flaw. For long years she had just tried to be as beautiful, radiant and remarkable as she could without actually admitting what she truly was to herself or anyone, just trying to make up for her existance. 'It must be her elven side.' 'Hard work and a strong hand is all that truly matters.' She couldn't say anymore whether these had been her own thoughts or those of the people around her. She had been a disgrace, born into a sideline of a family whose motto was "Success through grace". A daughter of rape.

26 years ago her mother had accompanied an exploration team deep down into the now unclaimed land of the forests to the south. No one had expected elves in that region; there had been rumors of of old ruins, but those were supposed to be abandoned for millenia. Both parties were made of vigilant scouts and rangers, at first they only shifted around each other through the cover of the forest. It was unclear who let the first arrow fly. Things went wild, and though there were only a few wounded and no one had been killed in the end, her mother, Tharea Lebeda, was found with torn armor and scratches all over her body. And, as it turned out, pregnant.

Since Tharea was only a the third daughter in a relatively unimportant sideline of the family, she was quietly moved to the relatively peaceful town of Sellenrapids. The river was too dangerous for a boat to land here, the only safe passage was to keep to the middle of the stream, thus it was about the most quiet town along the river, even though there was still trade due to the roads that passed along the Sellen.

But it was merely twelve days ago that Shalira's life took a drastic change. She didn't know what had caused her mother to speak up. Shalira had been exhausted from a hard days work, after a patrolling the towns perimeter she had had to help piling up bales of straw. Maybe it had been the holy symbol of Shelyn that Shalira had touched - even though it was considered inappropriate by the simple farmers, she had always revered the goddess of grace and beauty. Out of the nothing, in the half dark of their small, yet comfortable stone house the two had for themselves, her mother started to whisper: "It's a lie, beautiful. It wasn't... it was my choice. I am so sorry I didn't tell you, but..."

Tharea had turned her head away in shame and Shalira put her arm around her mother and listened to her quietly. "You're a child of love, honey. I wanted you. I don't know what got over me... or him... back in that day in the forest. All the rage. All the fury. I had forced him to the ground and wanted to kill him. But I couldn't. And neither could he when I put my sword aside and just surrendered myself. It was one of the most fullfilled moments of my life. Your father never did anything evil to me, he actually made me happy. I am so sorry I never told you - I never have told anyone."

She kept on crying and saying excuses for a while. Shalira had been completely puzzled how to convince her mother that she wasn't angry, that she was in fact happy as two purple squirrels dancing over a field of nuts and honey during mating season. So she just held her mother in her arms and rocked her. How could she be angry for being bestowed the greatest gift of her life, life itself and love?

That was why her mother had given her that strange fantasy name that somehow sounded elven. That's why her mother was so distant to other men, not because she was afraid, but because she still loved her father, for a 'relationship' that lasted about as long as the sun needed to travel a hand wide at the end of a stretched arm.

So now she stood on the hill right outside the town and was bathing in her own vanity. She felt she deserved it for a moment. She had let the smith recondition an old, captured elven sword which she was now carrying at her side. "I am gonna come for you, dad, and tell you how my mother still loves you, and even though her beauty may not be the same anymore, you can see it in her daughter. And I am gonna teach the family I inherit the name Lebeda from that 'grace' is an elven word. So I swear, by Shelyn!"

A loud call came from down at the road. "Hey! Lady Lebeda!" it was the voice of her best friend, Carena, and it was dripping with sarcasm. "Everyone else has done their chores for today so it's your turn to muck out the pig stables. If you wanna be done by midnight, I suggest you do it now."

Shalira sighed. Damn vanity, damn romantic daydreams. "Yeah, I am coming!" With a last glance to the forest line she made her way for the stables.

Hair: Long blonde curls
Eyes: Green
Skin: Bright and fair

Physical
Shalira is a tall, lithe woman like most half-elves, though the power and feminity of her human mother reflects well in her physique. And while her built is smooth and all her motions are graceful, there is no denying to the strong muscles and the latent predatory vigilance right beneath the calm surface. Her face has well defined bone structure, a straight, narrow nose, a pointy chin at the end of a slender jaw-bone and high, elegant cheek bones which do indeed give her a somewhat aristocratic appearance. Nevertheless, her attitude is generally watchful, yet friendly and a smile seems to be a typical expression of hers.

Clothes
Shalira usually wears suede outfits with a chain shirt strapped tight on to of it. While it is made of uncolored, sometimes bleached grey, sometimes natural suede, its design is unusual for Brevoy and has obviously been tailored spefically to her request. Gloves and Boots sport leaf motives that remind of elven designs. Other than that all seams, buckles and straps are carefully hidden - the outfit fits skin tight and smooth. Strapped to her belt is an elven longsword and an ordinary short sword. Her wild, full golden curls are loosely held back by a green silken band behind her ears, so that her elven ears are plainly visible. She wears a holy symbol of Shelyn on a leather cord around her neck.

Just some keywords for now - to be worked out over the coming days:
Romantic, Vain, Honest, hard to make friends, but fiercely loyal to what friends she has, religious

AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 11 (1d10+1)
Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +4; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune magic sleep; Resist elven immunities

Speed 30 ft.
Melee Longsword +3 (1d8+4/19-20/x2) and
. . Shortsword +3 (1d6+2/19-20/x2)
Ranged Shortbow +4 (1d6/x3)
Special Attacks favored enemy (reptilian humanoids +2)
Ranger Spells Prepared (CL 0):

Str 18, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 18
Feats Skill Focus (Diplomacy), Two-weapon Fighting
Traits Indomitable Faith, Noble Born - Lebeda
Skills Acrobatics +1, Bluff +2 (+4 vs. reptilian humanoids), Climb +6, Diplomacy +5, Escape Artist +1, Fly +1, Handle Animal +6, Heal +7, Perception +9 (+11 vs. reptilian humanoids), Ride +5, Sense Motive +3 (+5 vs. reptilian humanoids), Stealth +5, Survival +7 (+9 vs. reptilian humanoids, +8 to track, +9 to avoid becoming lost when using this), Swim +6; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception
Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Gnome
SQ elf blood, track, wild empathy
Other Gear Chain shirt, Arrows (20), Longbow, Longsword, Shortsword, Chalk, Compass, Holy symbol, wooden (Shelyn), Ranger's kit, Soap, 62 GP, 9 SP, 9 CP

Compass +2 circumstance for Survival or Knowledge (Dungeoneering) to avoid becoming lost.
Elf Blood You are counted as both elven and human for any effect relating to race.
Elven Immunities +2 save bonus vs Enchantments.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Favored Enemy (Reptilian Humanoids +2) (Ex) +2 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Reptilian Humanoids).
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Mapmaker's kit +2 Circumstance for Survival to avoid becoming lost.
Track +1 Add the listed bonus to survival checks made to track.
Wild Empathy +3 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.

AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 9 (+2 Dex, -1 size)
hp 15 (2d8+6)
Fort +6 (+4 vs. hot or cold environments and to resist damage from suffocation), Ref +5, Will +1

Speed 50 ft.
Melee Hooves x2 (Horse) -2 x2 (1d4+1/x2)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft.

Str 16, Dex 14, Con 17, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 7
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17 (21 vs. Trip)
Feats Endurance, Run
Tricks Come [Trick], Heel [Trick], Riding [Trick], Stay [Trick]
Skills Acrobatics +2 (+10 jump, +6 to jump with a running start), Fly +0, Perception +6, Stealth -2, Swim +3 (+7 to resist nonlethal damage from exhaustion)
Languages
SQ riding [trick]
Other Gear Riding kit, You have no money!

Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Riding [Trick] The animal has been trained to bear a rider.
Run Run 5x your speed in light/medium armor or 4x speed in heavy armor and keep Dex when running.
Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell.