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Zelaria Quiatris
Human Female Sorcerer (Dreamspun Bloodline) 1
NG Medium Humanoid (Varisian)
Init +3; Sense Perception + 0

DEFENSE

AC 15 (w/Mage Armor +4, Dex +1) touch 11, flat-footed 14
HP 7
Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2

OFFENSE

Spd 30ft
Melee Quarterstaff -1 (1d6 -1)

STATISTICS

Str 8, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 17
BAB -1, CMB -1, CMD 10
Traits Foster Child (+2 Knowledge History), Reactionary
Feats Eschew Materials, Spell Focus (Enchantment), Varisian Tattoo (Enchantment – carnasia)
Skills Bluff +7, Knowledge (Arcana) +6, Knowledge (History) +8, Sense Motive +4, Spellcraft +6
Languages Known Common, Varisian, Thassalonian
Combat Gear Quarterstaff
Other Gear mwk backpack, travler's outfit, bedroll, winter blanket, wine skin, journal, ink (8oz vial, black), inkpen (4)

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you target a single creature with a spell, you gain an insight bonus equal to half the spell’s level (minimum +1) for 1 round to your AC and saving throws against any spell or attack made by that creature.

Bloodline Powers:
Lullaby (Sp): At 1st level, you can use lullaby as a spell like ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your charisma modifier. This effect lasts 1 minute and does not require concentration. The penalty on saves versus sleep effects increases to -4.

SPELLS KNOWN

1st (4/day) Mage Armor, Hypnotism (DC 16)
0 Daze (DC 15, 3/day), Arcane Mark, Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic

By all accounts, Zelaria was a fairly comely child. She had a pleasant voice and demeanor, even for an infant, and her expressive violet eyes always seemed to puzzle at intent, or some greater mystery than a newborn should have been able to comprehend. The Eldest of her clan decreed that Zelaria had a special connection to Desna, and that her quietness, instead of a symptom to fear was an indication of the favor of the goddess sharing her dreams with the babe. Zelaria’s parents were delighted with their beautiful and easy daughter and when asked, were more than eager to promise that she should be an apprentice to the Eldest when she came of age.

What Zelaria recalls of her childhood were fairly normal and happy. Daily Zelaria skipped between her parent’s wagon and that of her clan’s eldest where she learned of magics, methods of communication with Desna, and the history of her clan. Her free time she spent chasing after the many dogs that ran alongside the caravan and protected them at night with her blood brother Eugeni and their adopted brother Ethan. They were both her elders, and pretended at guards whose duty were to protect their princess from mortal harm. The trio were well known among the ranks of their meager guard, who did all they could steer their young away from greater troubles, and preserve their innocence. Occasionally, she would swing sticks with the boys when they mimed battles against bears and linnorms, but she was always defeated when Ethan easily knocked the stick out of her hand. When Eugeni took an interest in dance, Zelaria attempted to follow, but found her grace for the art lacking. Still, their antics lightened the hearts of the guard, and the occupants of the caravan in general.

The defining moment in Zelaria’s childhood was the murder of her parents at the age of eight. It was to be expected, of course, that her brothers and erstwhile guardians could do little to defend against the bandits that attacked their caravan but steal away with her when their parents dictated it. Ethan pulled so hard upon her wrist she thought it might break, and she stumbled and fell several times, but she was too frightened to cry. There were screams in the dark, Zelaria remembers, and the smell of fire. The lonely trio waited until well after dark and all was silent to return to their camp, and found little else remaining but a doughty mule and a few days of food. Lacking the strength and the tools to bury their dead, Ethan set Zelaria on the back of the mule and her brothers took turns walking them on the caravan path. She recalls little of the trip but her grief, as exposure in the night of terror lent itself to a fever that burned up her mind and delivered her into a fit of dreaming.

When Zelaria woke, she was in the Mvashti household. Zoya and her mother Nisca were waiting patiently at her bedside, a harrow reading spread in a strange configuration about her. The eldest woman seemed to study the cards intently a while, not fully realizing that Zelaria had woke until the girl tried to speak. Koya informed Zelaria that the fever she had taken had spread to her brothers, and that while Ethan had lived so long as to repeat the tale and see Zelaria to safety, the elder boys had sacrificed their portions of their meager rations to keep her alive. After three days to mourn, Zoya introduced Zelaria to her new brother, Sandru, recently returned from adventure. The elder man’s sadness spoke to Zelaria, and eased the way for them to become friends, and eventually more than.

Zelaria’s adolescence was relatively calm. Zoya eagerly supported her in her most awkward years, a blessing compared to Sandru’s less than kind japes about her delicate personality and developing body. When Zelaria displayed a talent for magic, Zoya enrolled her in the academy in Maginmar where Zelaria excelled in enchantment magics. Though Zelaria found her studies engaging, she did not particularly care for life in the city. It was not the noise, that she had become used to in the caravans, but the lack of any sense of direction in the greater area. In particular, though there were many travelers moving through the city on any given day, communing with Desna was difficult and infrequent at best. Zelaria traveled home to Sandpoint often, staying with her grandmother when Koya and Sandru were otherwise engaged, learning the tales of her people. When chance smiled upon her, Zelaria quite enjoyed using her arcane abilities to gain some amount of upper hand on Sandru when they fought. No longer training with sticks and dreaming of fighting dragons, Zelaria used small spells to daze and confuse her brother, made his nice clothes smell foul, or changed the color of a single strand of hair to white to make him appear older. Still, when Sandru caught her, and he was a far greater sneak, he defeated her easily enough, though that was fun, too for reasons which Zelaria had trouble diving.

When Zelaria matured into a woman, her fights with her brother grew far more infrequent, and much less passionate. Zoya rejoiced in Zelaria’s attention to her studies, particularly of the history of the Varisian people. Zelaria had a particular passion for learning the source of their innate magics, tracing them back to the Thassalonian runes. For this reason, Zelaria elected to stay in Maginmar for several months after her training had concluded, as access to research on the Thassalonian empire was far advanced in the larger city.

It was with a heavy heart that Zelaria returned to Sandpoint, having been summoned by Koya to attend her grandmother’s funeral. Nisca’s death had the exact opposite effect on Zelaria than it did on her mother, instead of inspiring a zeal to experience life, she simply became… apathetic. She applied to serve on caravans, hoping that a bit of low risk adventure serving as an apprentice to an established fortune teller, in her very least capacity, might serve to renew her faith in Desna’s queer expression of her divine will, but many were unwilling to take Sandru’s sister on as an employee. In truth it was much more likely that they sensed her apathy and worried about taking on such an employee, and that she was Sandru’s sister was worse.
Koya’s descent into melancholy mirrored Zelaria’s own, but she could not really express her desires quite so well as her mother. Zelaria felt that there were something missing, and identified the loss more closely with her connection with Desna. She was determined to wait until Desna sent her a sign to act… and simply waited.

On impulse, Zelaria tricked her brother into drinking too much one night, used her magics to lull him to sleep, and stole a measure of his money to adorn her body with the runes for enchantments. The resulting exchange of heated words and looks remains a particularly private misery for Zelaria, but increased her power significantly.

Amekio – Zelaria is slightly confused about Amekio, but she finds her pleasant enough company. She is a talented woman who has survived her brushes with adventure, become rich, and lived to tell the tale in her very own performances. She is also closer to her brother Sandu than Zelaria, a sort of point of jealousy. Zelaria does not understand, why Amekio is so resistant to allowing others to care for her, and resists suitors. When Zelaria has free coin, she visits with her brother’s friend to hear stories of their adventures, in an attempt to puzzle out her brother’s secret character.

Zoya – Zoya is her mother. She grieved for the loss of their grandmother, but was glad that it was in a natural span. She sympathizes with Zoya’s desire to see something more of the world before she too becomes enshrined in the annuls of Sandpoint’s history. As a fellow faithful of Desna, Zelaria will assist her mother in any way necessary to make her dreams a reality.

Sandu – Zelaria’s feelings for her “brother” are complicated to say the least. She feels as though she owes him for helping her through a very awkward period in her life, and as they are both loved and connected to Zoya that they are family, but she wishes to know more of his heart. It is a rather delicate situation, as he was so much older than she when they first met, and he is still considerably elder and the center of quite a bit of affection from the female residents of Sandpoint. She wonders at his true motives for wishing to leave the city on his grand adventure, whether it really be his brother and the Sczarni that he truly fears, or if it is Desna calling their family to something greater.

Shalelu – Zelaria admires Shalelu for her dedication to the community of Sandport. Her heroism is in kind with Zelaria’s memories of her brothers. Though she does not speak much, and is often absent, when she is around, Zelaria is apt to buy her a drink at Amekio’s in thanks for her efforts to keep their community safe.

Seemingly despite her childhood trauma, Zelaria is a bright and romantic figure. She flirts easily, and has many acquaintances, but very few she would call true friends. Her standards for such are high, for her own sake as much as others. She is exceedingly loyal to her family, even if her feelings for her brother are a tad confused, she stands with him at all times, against any challenge... unless of course he tells her to stay away, then she reluctantly agrees to his request.