Weapon Finesse Skill Focus: Perception
Two Weapon Fighting
Half-Elf Racial Traits:
+2 to One Ability:Dexterity
Speed: 30 ft (6 squares)
Low-Light Vision: Can see twice as far as humans in Low-light conditions.
Adaptability: Skill Focus at 1st level.
Elf Blood: Count as Elf and Human for effects related to race.
Keen Senses: +2 Perception.
Multitalented: +1 skill point or Hp when using a favored class.
Favored Classes: Rogue, Assasin.
Class Features:
Weapon and Armor proficiencies: Simple weapons, hand crossbow, rapier, sap, shortbow, short sword. Also proficient with Light armor, but not shields.
Sneak Attack: 2d6
Trapfinding Trap Sense: +1 to AC and REF vs traps.
Uncanny Dodge: Cannot be flat-footed. Doesn't lose Dex to AC if attacker is invis. Loses DEX if immoblized.
Rogue Talents:
Surprise Attack: During surprise round opponents are always considered flat-footed to a rogue with this ability, even if they have acted.
Weapon Training: Weapon Focus: Rapier
Weapons:
Main Hand(Left): Rapier | Off Hand(Right): Dagger
[dice=Attack Rapier]1d20+6[/dice]
[dice=Damage Rapier]1d6+3[/dice]
[dice=Attack Dagger]1d20+8[/dice]
[dice=Damage Dagger]1d4+3[/dice]
[dice=Sneak Attack]2d6[/dice]
Weapon | Attack | Damage| Critical | Range ----------------------------------------------------- Dagger | (1d20+8) | 1d4+3 | [19-20/x2] | 10 ft.
Rapier | (1d20+6) | 1d6+3 | [8-20/x2] | 5 ft.
High Theft
You had a foolproof plan to steal some great treasure.
Alas, the scheme had a fatal flaw and went horribly awry.
To be sent to Branderscar prison, this was no ordinary
robbery attempt. You tried to steal something of great
value or religious significance.
Punishment: Life at hard labor in the salt mines
Benefit: You receive a +1 trait bonus to Reflex saves.
Physical Description:
Although the Prison has obviously made her looks a definite secondary, she still has a very natural beauty. She looks to be about 5' 5". She had a very lithe outline, a body that was almost perfect, so perfect it was scary. She had flat, jet-Black hair, which trailed to her shoulders. Her eyes... they were a bright purple. She had a cute nose, with a very pale face. She looked as if she is looking and understanding everything, and working out some kind of plan. Her strained face hinted at a hard past, where she might have been in a very similar situation. She obviously had a plan on getting out of this forsaken Prison.
Backround:
"I grew up in an orphanage. I think the orphanage was located in the far north of Andoran, in the city of Farholde, but I'm not to sure. My mum dropped me when I was born. Or they found me. Still don't know, nor do I care. I left the Orphanage at 12. It was necessary. I had a talent. They told me. The searchers would come to the Orphanage at night, and test us. They made sure the adults never heard of course. They were looking out for people to join their band of misfits, their group, their gang. Well, I had a knack. I was pretty damn perfect at it, honestly. I could steal. I was able to steal anything. I had had little training in it, until they let me in. They came in the bunkhouse of the orphanage one night, and asked me to leave with them, that they needed me. That was the first night I ever participated in a robbery, and it went perfectly. We went to there little house where all 14 of em' stayed. I fit right in. I never even looked back at the Orphanage. I was a robber for the next few years, til' the our base got ransacked, and we moved. The guards caught half of us the night we moved, and the rest disappeared. I made it. I had taken my dagger. I had never used it, mind you, until that guard tried to get me. That was the night I decided I needed a better life. Why should Nobles be gifted? I want some money, and they ain't sharing, so might as well take it.
The Heist
So, I went to find anyone who could help me out, walking from village to village, doing small paying theft contracts, and a good amount of sleight-of-hand. One of those starry nights, Lot met me. He told me he had been watching me, and that he had a plan, but needed help. He knew about my sleight of hand skill, how good I was at stealing. He wanted to steal a Nobles statue of Sarenrae. I was never told what family. We spent weeks planning it out. We had payed a guard to not be at his post, so we could access the building, and at midnight, the darkest day of the month with no moon, we struck. We made it easily to the small temple or whatever it is, and found the statue. I grabbed it, and tossed it to Lot. He took it, and disappeared. I still don't know where, because when I tossed it to him, while he caught it, lights turned on. Big ole' search lights, and 15 guards rushed into the room. They caught me and hauled me off to this dump, Brandescar Prison, to work in the salt mines. Now I just have to get out. I'm going to, I will. I have to. Lot turned on me, and I swear I'll kill him. I'm gonna make all of them pay. I'm going to be so rich, people'll try to steal from me!"
