Jira
By Constance Armitage for me.
Do not use.
Age: 25
Race: Tiefling
Gender: Female
Body Type: Very Tall and Slender.
Bust: B
Height: 6feet
Weight: 135lbs
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Red with gold streaks.
Homeland: Thuvia
Deity: Unknown
Occupation: Merchant
Class: Rogue
Race: Tiefling
Gender: Female
Body Type: Very Tall and Slender.
Bust: B
Height: 6feet
Weight: 135lbs
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Red with gold streaks.
Homeland: Thuvia
Deity: Unknown
Occupation: Merchant
Class: Rogue
A costly endeavor...
By Constance Armitage for me, do not reuse.
As she looked at the man, her golden eyes tore at his lies as he spoke them. Her slender arms inside of her loose sleeves, fingering her rings. His partner stood back behind him, and leaned forward, speaking in Elven. They both thought she was clueless, a stupid half-demon wench. Her face remained flat, unrelenting in its complacent mask, but she heard every slight.
Once he had dug himself deep enough in his lies and insults, she spoke. In Elven, "My price remains, and I will tolerate your disrespect no longer. Perhaps next time you try to deceive me, you will try another language to insult me in." The horror in their faces almost made the trip worth it, almost. But not entirely, she removed a hand from one of her sleeves and pulled a bolt of silk from her cart. Speaking in Common once more, "Are you interested in this perhaps?"
The man in front, an ugly, but large human's face twisted from horror to rage. Embarrassed about getting outwitted by a horned creature, he pulled a saber. Jira glanced to the weapon and turned, placing the bolt back, she sighed, "Please, sir, I only came to trade." Her long slender fingers slide under her wares, the piles of fabric and trinkets and spun about her hilt.
She heard his foot steps, grinding at the sand, he chuckled as his friend mentioned slavery in Elven. Jira's heart boiled with hatred instantly and she spun with her blade, slicing the man's face open to the bone and cutting off his nose. "You mistake me for a defenseless female..." She spat a word in Abyssal and blackness enveloped the three.
Once he had dug himself deep enough in his lies and insults, she spoke. In Elven, "My price remains, and I will tolerate your disrespect no longer. Perhaps next time you try to deceive me, you will try another language to insult me in." The horror in their faces almost made the trip worth it, almost. But not entirely, she removed a hand from one of her sleeves and pulled a bolt of silk from her cart. Speaking in Common once more, "Are you interested in this perhaps?"
The man in front, an ugly, but large human's face twisted from horror to rage. Embarrassed about getting outwitted by a horned creature, he pulled a saber. Jira glanced to the weapon and turned, placing the bolt back, she sighed, "Please, sir, I only came to trade." Her long slender fingers slide under her wares, the piles of fabric and trinkets and spun about her hilt.
She heard his foot steps, grinding at the sand, he chuckled as his friend mentioned slavery in Elven. Jira's heart boiled with hatred instantly and she spun with her blade, slicing the man's face open to the bone and cutting off his nose. "You mistake me for a defenseless female..." She spat a word in Abyssal and blackness enveloped the three.
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Personality/PastQuiet, guarded, distrusting, brooding, smoldering.
Alignment: Chaotic Good Childhood: Born to a mother who had been attacked by a demon, she was rejected and given to an orphanage. The other children did not accept her. Teens: When her horns started growing, she was kicked out of the orphanage and into the streets. Leaving herself to work however and where ever she could. This earned her many contacts. Present/Adulthood: Though still distant to new people, she has a best friend and smiles far more often than she ever did. She adventures with a small group of friends, but spends most of her time with Kairos, an Aasimar. She met her half-sister, but cannot seem to bring herself to be close to her, looking in the mirror as another of herself, yet her life was happy and joyful, with a loving mother. Jira is jealous of her. Family: Mother - Lonia Everett - Estranged/Abandoned Father - Unknown Devil - Never knew him/hates him Half-Sister - Anelin Hallowell - Acquaintances |
Racial Bonuses
Darkvision 60ft
Skilled +2 Bluff, +2 Stealth Darkness: One per Day. 5 Cold Resist 5 Fire Resist 5 Electricity Resist +2 Dexterity +2 Intelligence -2 Charisma Talent: Black Market Connections - pg69 Ultimate Warrior Able to buy things as if current city were one size Larger. Making it easier to find rarer, more exotic items. |
Feats and Traits
Feats:
Quick Draw - Draw weapon as a free action. Dodge - +1 to AC Traits: Thuvian Merchant - +1 to Appraise, Bluff and Sense Motive checks made for Business deal and transactions. Canter - Anyone who attempts to use Bluff to deliver a secret message to you gains a +5 bonus to his Bluff check. When you attempt to intercept a secret message, you gain a +5 Sense Motive Trait bonus for the attempt. |