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2 class + 3 Int + 1 favoured class (Cleric): Bluff +8, Diplomacy +6, Disguise +5, Knowledge (nobility) +7, Knowledge (religion) +7, Profession (harlot) +6, Sense Motive +6, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +10

Simple weapon proficiency, Armour proficiency light / medium, Shield proficiency, Exotic weapon proficiency - whip, Weapon finesse

Aura (Chaotic)
Spells:
Orisons (4) - Detect Magic, Guidance, Stabilize, Virtue
Level 1 (3+1) - Bless, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith, Charm Person
Channel Energy (positive) 1d6 4x/day
Domains:
Charm - Dazing Touch (daze for 1 round as a melee touch attack on creatures of 2 hit dice or less, 5x/day), spell - Charm Person
Trickery - Copycat (single mirror image for 2 rounds, 5x/day), spell - Disguise Self
Spontaneous Casting (Cure spells)
Can't cast Lawful spells

Darkvision 60ft, Skilled (+2 racial bonus on Bluff and Stealth), Spell-like Ability (darkness 1/day, caster level = class level), Fiendish Resistance (cold/electricity/fire resistance 5), Fiendish Sorcery (+2 Charisma for sorcerer class abilities if Abyssal or Infernal bloodline).

Masterwork studded leather armour, Masterwork whip, Darkwood shield, Leather Armour, whip, spiked gauntlet, 2x daggers, light crossbow, 10 bolts, spell component pouch, silver holy symbol of Calistria, small steel mirror, belt pouch x4, manacles, simple lock, courtier's outfit, 50gp worth of jewellery, 284gp

Unhappy Childhood - tortured (+1 Reflex save)
Prehensile Whip (use whip as a grapple, attached with standard action, detach with full-round action)

She never knew her parents; with the fiendish ancestry clear in her features some would say that was a blessing, but the young woman now known as Tapestry would be unlikely to agree. She was raised by the degenerate crime lord Gaedren Lamm as one of his so-called 'Little Lamms': to many he's a petty man who never made it as big as he felt he deserved, but to her... to her he was father, master... even god to a child who knew no better. Lamm was her world, and she... she was his little 'Angel' - the name he gave her out of a twisted sense of humour. Put to work from a young age, Lamm found patrons willing to pay good coin to spend time with Angel - some were jaded hedonists who were thrilled by such an exotic little plaything, others were self-righteous guardians of morality who told themselves that trying to beat the devil out of the young girl was all in the name of good... either way Angel endured, mistaking abuse for love, and wanting nothing more than to please her master, Gaedren Lamm.

But children grow, children learn. Angel slowly started to realise, one tiny step at a time, that what Lamm did to her, and let others do to her, wasn't love at all... she learned that she had her own hopes, her own desires... and what was once a child's devoted love to the man she thought of as 'father' turned to resentment and deep, festering, hate. She was barely thirteen years old when she finally stood up to him, told him 'no' to his face, in front of the younger children no less, even pushed him back and slapped him when he grabbed for her. She'd never seen him so angry. What she'd thought was courage, she realised was foolishness - but realised too late as he beat her, worse than ever before, took what he wanted, then... and only then... he took out a razor-sharp blade and started to really go to work - making sure she'd be an example the others would never forget.

Angel was to be left for dead on some stinking garbage pit in the worst part of the Old Korvosa Vaults - her sight was dimming as Lamm, laughing, moved closer to administer the final killing blow. The sounds of wasps buzzing around the fresh garbage were loud in Angel's ears and, with her last breath, she spat out an oath that someday, in some way, she'd have her revenge on this monster of a man... if only some divine providence would give her but a chance...

... Against the odds, that chance was granted. Rage and hate and desperation swelled in Angel's being and the darkness of her fiendish blood finally manifested itself, drawing what little light there was from the scene. She saw Lamm stumble, heard him curse, and realised that he couldn't see her! Seizing the chance and mustering what little strength remained to her she crawled into hiding within the stinking pool of refuse, and prayed to whatever patron deity had granted her the moment's respite that Lamm wouldn't find her. Again the fates proved to be on her side as, once the effects of the unholy darkness faded, Lamm made but a cursory search before cursing, spitting, and heading away as if he presumed she'd passed on...

... It took time for the girl who was once Lamm's 'Angel' to heal, but heal she did. Knowing little else, she worked the streets for the coin to survive, the cob-web lattice of scars covering her face and body earning her the new name 'Tapestry'. She knew in her heart that something... some power... had saved her life and, through long hours of research (and numerous 'favours' to custodians of various libraries and temples) learned about Calistria, the goddess of trickery, lust... and revenge. Reading about the goddess was like coming home. She learned that she could take her life, her... talents... and be empowered by them. She could own the things she did, not be a victim, but the one in control. Deception was a tool, and lust a weapon... one Tapestry learned to use with deadly finesse. She found self-worth for the first time, her confidence grew and with it her success and her list of clients. She worked from the ships of Eel's End to the stages of the Exemplary Execrables, and all manner of places in between. Where once men had paid to beat her, now some paid to be beaten by her... with soft words, a firm hand, and Calistria's grace she made her way. But all the while she knew that a time of reckoning was coming - she'd sworn her revenge, and her goddess had given the chance she'd pleaded for. Now, more than four years after he'd left her for dead, Tapestry's once more keen to meet the man she once called 'father'...

Tapestry's fiendish ancestry manifests in her purple-hued skin, long pointed ears, all-white eyes, flowing white hair, and long 'arrowhead' pointed tail. Unlike many Tieflings, she has no horns. She has no idea what sort of fiend made her the way she is, and is long past caring. An almost delicate lattice of web-like pale scars cover her whole body and face. She's still attractive (especially to those with darker tastes), but it can be seen that she'd have been a stunning exotic beauty if not for Lamm's 'gifts'. Thanks to her experiences and faith in her goddess she 'owns' her scars as much as the rest of her life, sometimes to the point of seeming to take a perverse pride in them which others often find hard to fathom.
Although Tapestry has dressed in any and all outfits as the situation (or a paying customer) demands, she generally favours tight-fitting leather which accentutates her slender figure, with one wickedly spiked metal-shod leather gauntlet, and her whip constantly either coiled at her belt or in her hand. A silver holy symbol of Calistria hangs around her neck and a set of manacles (also for paying customers) hangs from her belt. Over this she usually adds a long, dark, hooded cloak - as she knows the value of both attracting attention, and avoiding it.