Ariand Tyladen for Zoras' Game

[Nachtrafe-Tyrant Jr]

Name: Ariand Tyladen(R-E-And Ti-La-Den)            Player Name: Nachtrafe
Race: Halfling            Gender: Female            Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 27            Height: 3' 0"      Weight: 31 lbs.            Speed: 20 ft./round

AC: 16            Init: 5            Hit points: 15
Fort: +2      Refl: +11      Will: +4

STR:  7  -2
DEX: 20  +5
CON: 13  +1
INT: 15  +2
WIS: 12  +1
CHA: 18  +4

Sorcerer: 1
Rogue: 2

Current xp: 3000
Character Level: 3


Skills
Alchemy                  Adds: 3
Balance                  Adds: 2
Concentration            Adds: 4
Hide                  Adds: 2
Innuendo            Adds: 2
Knowledge (History)      Adds: 2
Listen                  Adds: 2
Move Silently            Adds: 3
Perform                  Adds: 2
Pick Pocket            Adds: 4
Spellcraft            Adds: 3
Swim                  Adds: 1
Tumble                  Adds: 3


Feats
Improved Unarmed Strike
Silent Spell

Base Melee Attack Bonus(es): -1
Base Missile Attack Bonus(es): +6

Equipped weapons (1)
 Right Hand: Dagger, punching
   Damage: 1d4   Threat Range: 20     Crit. multiplier: x3
 Left Hand: Dagger, punching
   Damage: 1d4   Threat Range: 20     Crit. multiplier: x3
Equipped weapons (2)
 Right Hand: Dagger
   Damage: 1d4   Threat Range: 19-20  Crit. multiplier: x2  Range Incr.: 10
 Left Hand: Dagger
   Damage: 1d4   Threat Range: 19-20  Crit. multiplier: x2  Range Incr.: 10
Equipped weapons (3)
 Right Hand: Crossbow, hand
   Damage: 1d4   Threat Range: 19-20  Crit. multiplier: x2  Range Incr.: 30
 Left Hand: No weapon
Equipped weapons (4)
 Right Hand: Martial Attack
   Damage: 1d3   Threat Range: 20     Crit. multiplier: x2
 Left Hand: Martial Atack
   Damage: 1d3   Threat Range: 20     Crit. multiplier: x2

Sorcerer spells per day
Lvl 0: 5  Lvl 1: 4

Total Spells Known
Detect Magic            (Sorcerer 0)
Mage Hand            (Sorcerer 0)
Mending                  (Sorcerer 0)
Open/Close            (Sorcerer 0)
Identify            (Sorcerer 1)
Spider Climb            (Sorcerer 1)

Languages Spoken
Common
Elven
Gnome
Halfling

Class Features
Summon Familiar  (Sorcerer)
Spells  (Sorcerer)
Simple Weapon Proficiency  (Sorcerer)
Sneak Attack +1d6  (Rogue)
Evasion  (Rogue)
Light Armor Proficiency  (Rogue)
Rogue weapon proficiencies  (Rogue)
Medium rogue proficiencies  (Rogue)
Traps  (Rogue)


WORN
x Traveler's outfit
x Punch Dagger (Belt)
x Punch Dagger (Belt)
x Fighting Dagger (Left Boot)
x Fighting Dagger (Right Boot)
x Crossbow, hand (Belt)
x Quiver of 20 bolts(Belt)
x Pouch, belt

IN POUCH(Oiled Leather, water resistant)
x  Caltrops (1 lbs)
x  Candle (2)
x  Fishhooks on 'drip' line (2)
x  Flask (brandy)
x  Flask (water)
x  Flint and steel
x  Mirror, small steel
x  Sewing needle (w/5 yards silk thread)
x  Small clay cup
x  Cheese, hunk of
x  Rations (1 day)
x  Sunrod(1)
x  Tindertwig(2)
x  Smokestick(1)
x  Whetstone
x  Scroll Case(waxed and waterproof)
     IN CASE
     x Paper (5 Sheets)
     x Parchment (10 Sheets)
     x Ink (vial)
     x Inkpen
     x Piece of Chalk

x BACKPACK(Quick Release Harness/Oiled Leather, water resistant)
x  Bedroll (on backpack)
x  Bread, loaf (Backpack)
x  Wineskin, full (1) (Backpack)
x  Waterskin, full(1) (Backpack)
x  Torch (3)(Backpack)
x  Traveler's outfit (Backpack)
x  Candle (6)(Backpack)
x  Fishhooks on 'drip' lines (5)(Backpack)
x  Whetstone
x  Clay jug(1 gallon)
x  Clay cup
x  Sunrod(2)
x  Tindertwig(8 )
x  Smokestick(2)
x  Bolts, crossbow(40 in 2 quick release quivers)
x  Collapsable Grappling hook and 50' of silk rope
x  Rations, trail (5 days)(Backpack)
x  Scroll Case(waxed and waterproof) x3
x      IN EACH CASE
x      Paper (5 Sheets)
x      Parchment (10 Sheets)
x      Ink (vial)
x      Inkpen
x      Piece of Chalk




Animal Companion(s)/Familiar
Ferret            Associated Class: Sorcerer
Name: Keysha
STR: 3            DEX: 15            CON: 10            INT: 6            WIS: 12
CHA: 5            AC: 15            Init: 2            Speed: 20 ft./round
Hit points: 6      Fort: +2      Refl: +11      Will: +5

Features gained by/due to animal companion
Master +2 Ref saves
Alertness
Improved Evasion
Share Spells
Empathic Link

[Nachtrafe-Tyrant Jr]

BIO FOR ARIAND Pt I
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Physical Description: Petite and slender.  Ankle length straight black hair, usually worn loose except when working, then tightly braided and coiled at back of neck.  Cat green eyes.  Asian appearance.  Looks good in leathers and devastating in a dress.(Imagine Lucy Liu, perfectly proportioned, and 3 feet tall.  Yummy!)  She prefers subtlety and guile to physical confrontation, but if forced can handle herself.  In her current predicament, she is wearing leathers(not armour, soft traveling leathers), has her daggers and x-bow visible and accessible, is wearing her hair bound, and is not really trying to keep herself dolled up.

Capsule History: Born to a minor noble house of the East, Ariand was sold to a warlord to pay her parents debts.  She was raised/trained to be a pleasure slave(geisha).  It was at this time that she learned the secrets of unarmed combat(the men of the Horde prefer a woman who is a challenge).  She was very good at her job, and one day as sent as a reward to the Warlords chief illusionist, Malkior, a gnome.  The illusionist was so enamored with her and her skills that he asked for, and was granted, Ariand as his permanent mistress.  Ariand was content with this(he didn't mistreat her, unlike some of the soldiers she was given to) and so was Malkior.  Realizing that a sharp mind lay under her beauty he taught her to read, and, discovering she had the the inate abilities of a Sercerer, Malkior nurtured this gift.  Thus began a new phase of Ariand's life.

During this time of pleasent idyll, Ariands life underwent yet another startling change.  The Warlord, eager for battle and the associated plunder, decided that he would join his forces with those of others to form a Horde, bent on invading the neighboring realms.  During a titanic battle, The Warlord was killed, as was her master.  She, being property, should have been sent back to the Warlords estates, but the conquerers decided to 'help' her by freeing her.  Of course, not wanting to be burdened, they 'freed' her in the midst of the countryside.

Unable to support herself, and hardly speaking the local tongue, Ariand was forced to turn to petty thievery, using her sorcerous abilities to aid her.  One night, while raiding a farmhouse for food she chanced to hear the piteous whimperings of an animal in pain.  For some reason, the sound moved her and, at some risk, she searched out the sound.  In a side room of the farmhouse she found a small pile of dead animals.  Weasels, stoats, rats.  All apparently trapped by the farmer for food and their furs.  The noise was coming from within the pile!  Taken by an unfamiliar compulsion she began frantically digging through the pile.  Almost near the bottom, she felt movement.  A ferret that had somehow survived the nooseline.  Quickly gathering up the animal, and several of the corpses, she made her way from the house.  Running far and fast she eventually stopped in a small hollow, the small furry body pressed, shivering, against her breast.  When she stopped and was finally able to slow her trembling heart she looked down into the eyes of the small animal...and fell forever.  For a timeless instant, she stood, in silent communion and wonder.  The little animal, who tartly informed Ariand that her name was Keysha, 'thank you very much', had been part of a family of ferrets living in a nearby riverbank, and the farmer had trapped her family and taken their bodies back to the building to feast on them and 'could she please have something to eat she was starving starving STARVING'.  Thus it was, that while Ariand healed Keysha, a bond grew between them.  Keysha has remained with Ariand since that day.

Eventually, through much trial and error, and many narrow escapes, the two made their way to a large trade city, unbeknownst to Ariand at the time, the Imperial Capitol.  Losing themselves in the bustle they tried to make a life for themselves.  Legitimate work was difficult to find, and Ariand refused to sell her body.  One man who had suggested it had found out just how good she was with her hands and feet.  Had she not been the pampered geisha of a Warlord?!  She would sooner die than rut with the savages that had destroyed her former life!

In the end, she was forced to return to a life of petty thievery.  At this point, she came to the attention of a retired master thief named Janus, whilst trying to pick her pocket!  Janus, being half-elven, knew what it was like to be alone, unaided, and shunned.  She took the young hobbit in and proceeded to make a first class thief out of her.  She taught her the use of knives and x-bows.  Improved her grasp of the local language, re-introduced Ariand once again to the fruits of a better life.

[Nachtrafe-Tyrant Jr]

BIO FOR ARIAND Part II
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Once Janus had seen how lovely Ariand was once cleaned up she introduced the young female to the madam of a very exclusive house.  Ariand, now somewhat hardened by her new life decided that she would use the skills of her former life, compounded with the ones of her new life to take the gaijin for all that she could.  Bitterness and cold calculation settled firmly in her heart.

Ariand went on to carve a bit of a name for herself in the city, seducing young and old, rich and powerful, men and women.  She was the consumate companion, discreet, knowledgable, and obliging.  But under it all, was always the hard core of pain and bitterness.  She was in it only for herself and what she could gain.  It became something of a game.  A game with bitter, twisted rules and only one scorecard.  The baubles she collected and the hearts she broke.

Things went well for a few years, but recently a con involving the lonesome wife of a city councilman had gone a bit south.  She would have been caught, except for the intercession of her old friend, Janus.  The half-elf heard about Ariand's plight and arranged for Ariand to be smuggled out of the city.  Unfortunately, both underestimated the reach of the Councilman.  En route to the boat that was to take Ariand out of the city there were beset by the city watch.  Janus was taken captive in the fighting, but, so fierce was her struggle, that Ariand was granted opportunity to escape.  Managing to get out of the city just one step ahead of the constables and the hounds, Ariand was forced to flee on foot.  She managed to make it out with only what she had on her person and a small emergency pack.  Life has been difficult and not terribly fun since.  Though, she is hoping for something of interest to come along soon.  Providence (or the Goddess of Luck) will provide.

Personality: Ariand has been driven from circumstance to circumstance in her life with very little control on her part.  She had no childhood to speak of, having been sold into slavery at a very young age.  She was used and abused for much of her young adulthood.  The only people in her life to truly care about her were Malkior, who loved her as a lover, and Janus, who loved her as a sister.  The first was taken by war and the second was taken by the whim of a bitter heart.  All of this has combined to make Ariand a very bitter and unhappy person.  She tends to be cold, calculating, and very professional.  However, all of that is internal.  She is perfectly capable of smiling, laughing, and toasting someone while at the very same time, sliding a dagger between their ribs.

Despite all of the stored up bitterness in her life, however, there is a core of strength and love within her that is very powerful.  The flame of it is currently dim, but, with the right fanning, could become a blaze.  Malkior and Janus both recognized this.  Her capacity for love and hate.  Both chose to nurture the good.  But most of the rest of her life taught her to feed the hate.  At this point in her life Ariand cares about little.  She lives only because she does not know how to fail.  Suicide is not a consideration as that would be an act of failure.  So she endures.  She lives.  And deep within her...a small flame grows.