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Exotic Weapon Proficency (Bladed Scarf)
Combat Expertise

Looking For Work (Perform (Dance))
Charming

Bluff +8 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 4 Cha)
Diplomacy +8 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 4 Cha)
Escape Artist + 6 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 2 Dex)
Knowledge (Local) + 7 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 2 Int + 1 Bardic Knowledge)
Perception + 2 (1 Rank + 3 Class - 2 Wis)
Perform (Dance) +9 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 4 Cha + 1 Trait)
Perform (Sing) +8 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 4 Cha)
Sleight of Hand + 6 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 2 Dex)
Spellcraft + 6 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 2 Int)
Stealth + 6 (1 Rank + 3 Class + 2 Dex)

Combat:[spoiler]
Defense
HP: 9
AC: +3 Armor Bonus, +2 Dexterity Bonus (+1 Combat Expertise, when applicable)
Studded Leather: 15
Unarmored/Touch: 12
Flat-Footed/Armored: 13
Flat-Footed/Unarmored: 10

Attacks
Whip: +1, 1d2+1 damage, 15 ft Reach, Use with Trip or Disarm
Bladed Scarf: +1 To Hit, 1d6+2 Damage (two hand), Use with Trip or Disarm
Dagger (thrown): +1 To Hit, 1d4+1 Damage, 10 ft Range Increment

Bladed Scarf (12 GP)
Whip (1 GP)
Dagger x 5 (5 GP)
Sudded Leather 25 GP
Chest (Medium) with Simple Lock (5 + 20 = 25 GP)
Entertainer's Outfit x 5 (15 GP)
Peasant's Outfit x 3 (3 SP)
Belt Pouch x 2 (2 GP)
Good Inn Room for five nights at the Gold Goblin (5 GP)
5 GP
50 SP
70 CP

Spells Per Day
0th: 4
1st: 3

0th Level
Detect Magic
Light
Daze
Ghost Sound

1st Level
Grease
Charm Person

Vitaria is a woman with dark hair and eyes full of promise. Her lithe arms and shapely legs bear a series of mystical tattoos, laid bare by a long slitted dress and halter top and vest. Her body is trim and toned, an obvious dancer of the Varisian traditions, and her wrists are 'bound' together with a long scarf that, while suggestive of being tied, permits her full freedom of movement. She does not appear to be armed in most situations.

Vitaria had always lived on the outskirts of the city. She had dreamed of owning a wagon and taking to the roads, as her ancestors did, and her distant relatives still do. But that morning such dreams seemed distant fantasy, no more likely than the dream that she would be taken to a castle by a handsome prince as a bride. Or at least a love-slave, at this point she would take the steady meals.

Still, such thoughts would not help the money start coming in again. She got up and looked through her outfits. The greens and blues hadn't been doing well lately. She knew the red number would bring in the coin, but it would include...other offers. Was she desperate enough to entertain those thoughts?

She heard the hammering of the landlord on the door of her apartment. He wasn't even bothering to yell this time. She had money for the rent, but not for food. She waited silently for the pounding to stop, then cracked the door. An eviction notice - "Pay me thirtee glod by morming or talk to the hushman,"

Yes, yes she was. She could barely pay a sixth of that. Quietly, she put her things in her chest and locked it. If he really went for her stuff, the lock wouldn't stop him, but it might discourage him long enough for her to get back from the day's work and haul it out.

As she trudged along the streets, she looked up and saw the kids of the streets coming out. She smiled as one snuck up to a fruit vendor's cart and stole an apple - a reminder of simpler days, before she could use her body and talents to feed herself. The vendor spotted the child and called the watch on him - also a reminder, and not nearly as joyful of one.

Vitaria reached the square she had picked out the previous night. It wasn't a huge crossroads, but there were shops and there would be some people. It would do. She set down and began to set up for work. It wasn't much, just a small, sturdy pouch set out in front of her.

Most days, she had a small group of musicians she teamed up with, but this was some holy day and they had excused themselves. That would make this harder, but she had learned a magical trick or two, and she set to work with a moment's concentration, setting a deep, lusty rhythm sounding throughout the area as she danced. Her hips swayed, she twirled and pirouetted for what seemed like hours.

Every so often, a passerby would stop to watch and drop a copper in her collection, but she knew it just wasn't enough. She was about ready to give up when she heard a coin fall on the pavement. She looked around, and with a curse, realized the pouch was gone. Someone had stolen it. Fortunately her real money wasn't in it, but that was still the entire day's take, plus a pouch, she couldn't afford to lose. She blinked, though, as she realized what had hit the ground. A whole gold piece. She looked up, but the person who had paid it was long gone.

Sighing, she took the money and left. Fortunately, there were other ways to earn money in Riddleport.

A quick trip to the wharf district had nailed what she was looking for. A likely bit of lumber, fat merchant in colors too bright for his station, probably just off the boat. This wouldn't be too hard. She carefully slid up behind him, then bumped into him. "Sorry sir," she said in a purring voice, looking up at him with a smile.

"Get away from me, whore!" He slapped her, and she flinched back, just as she had anticipated. She had what she wanted anyway, and quickly slipped off with the pouch until she heard a familiar cry. "GUARDS!"

Ah, just like old times. When begging and performing as a child wasn't enough, of course, this could be useful too. She sped off through the crowds and down the alleyways, vaulting over a low fence with practiced ease and giving them the slip.

Once she had made it out of the district, she glanced down at the pouch in her hand and opened it. Copper and silver. With a disgusted snort, she almost tossed it behind her, when she heard a sniffling noise. She turned around, and found herself looking at a very young boy. Dressed in rags, it was obvious he was bad off. "Oh no...." she groaned. "I know how this goes...you're going to feed me some sob story about not having enough to eat. Well, tough luck, kid, I'm not exactly swimming in riches these days myself. I got this and it's mine and...and.." She kept looking, the little boy staring up at her hopefully. With a defeated sigh, she passed the bag over. "Here..."

Of course, this meant she had wasted most of her day. Just like a lot of others, growing up a poor Varisian in Riddleport. She stared at the one thing that was still hers, a single gold coin, as she walked back to her apartment. Was she really about to be reduced to working in the brothels again?

Just as she was considering street-walking for the night, she passed a sign and looked up. "Cheat the Devil and Take His Gold!" the sign said, With a snort, she almost walked on...but...well, why not? She ran home and gathered up the money she had. The gold she got today would pay for entry, and she had enough to at least make a show, plus stay at the inn for a few days in luxury. And if she was really lucky she might make an impression on the innkeeper or maybe get a chance to dance on a stage. And...If she was going to fall to the bottom of the heap, by the gods she would hit every branch on the way down and make the loudest noise she could!