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Full Name

Elessandra Arlissencia

Race

Human (Damaran); DCI #7203814929

Classes/Levels

Cleric (Life Domain) 1 | HP 8/8 | AC 15 (13 w/o shield) | Passive Per 13/Ins 15 | Init +2 | Saves Wis +5 Cha +4

Gender

Female

Size

Medium

Alignment

NG

Deity

Lathander

Languages

Common

Strength 13
Dexterity 14
Constitution 11
Intelligence 9
Wisdom 16
Charisma 15

About Elessandra Arlissencia

XP: 70

Elessandra Arlissencia
Female Human Cleric of Lathander (Life Domain) 1 (Hermit)
NG Medium Humanoid

DEFENSE
HP 8 (1d8)
AC 15 (+2 Dex, +1 Leather Armor, +2 Shield)
SAVES STR +1, DEX +2, CON +0, INT -1, WIS +5, CHA +4
Resistance

OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft
Melee Quarterstaff +3 (1d6/1d8+1) or
Melee Dagger +4 (1d4+2)
Ranged Dagger +4 (1d4+2)

CLERIC SPELLS PREPARED Save DC 13
0 (at will) - Guidance, Light, Sacred Flame
1 (2 spell slots) - Bless, Cure Wounds, Detect Evil and Good, Detect Poison and Disease, Healing Word, Purify Food and Drink

STATISTICS
STR 13, DEX 14, Con 11, INT 9, WIS 16, CHA 15
Proficiency Bonus: +2
Skills: Insight, Medicine, Persuasion, Religion
Tool Proficiencies: Herbalism Kit

Gear Explorer's Pack, Quarterstaff, Dagger, Leather Armor, Shield, Holy Symbol of Lathander, Signet Ring, Scroll Case stuffed with notes on Lathander's Glory, Winter Blanket, Herbalism Kit, 7 gp, 3 sp

Background and Personality:

Background: Hermit
Personality Traits: I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster. I feel tremendous empathy for all who suffer.
Ideal: Greater Good
Bond: I am still seeking the enlightenment I pursued in my seclusion, and it still eludes me.
Flaw: I harbor dark, bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation and meditation failed to quell.

Elessandra was not always the paragon of virtue that many now believe her to be. Before her meditation in the Crystal Halls of the Lathandrian Chantry of __, she was a noble's daughter with far different tastes and opinions, and a cruel streak that got her and her noble family into trouble more often than once. Her father faced this with exasperation at first, then a growing sense of concern for her spiritual fate. He finally turned to the Lords' Alliance for aid, and Elessandra was sent away for a time to meditate on the Holy Light. A year and a day later, after sitting in the silent halls, she emerged a much changed person.

Elessandra is of average height, and while not particularly beautiful due to aristocratic features, is approachable in many ways. Her clothing is plain but clean and fashionable, and she bears a white staff with the glorious sun of Lathander firmly attached to one end of it.