Saphhira Cervini

Female Human (caspian) Sorcerer 1  - CR n/a; medium-size humanoid (5 ft. 5 in. tall, weight 115 lbs)

Stats: Str 9, Dex 15, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 14, Cha 20, App: 20

HD: 1d4+2
Init: +2
AL: Neutral Good
AC: 14
HP: 9
Spd: 30
SV: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4

Armor Class: +2 dodge, +2 armor

Atks: -1 melee (1d6+-1 crit:20x2 quarterstaff) or +2 ranged (1d4-1 crit:19-20x2 dagger)

Skills: Bluff +9, Concentration +5, Diplomacy +8, Hide +5, Knowledge (religion) +8, Knowledge (arcana) +4, Listen +5, Move Silently +5, Perform (dancing) +7, Sense Motive +4, Spellcraft +4, Spellcraft +2, Spot +5

Feats: Toughness, Spell Focus (enchantment),

Special Attacks:  Spells

Special Qualities: Damage Reduction: 5/bludgeoning

Spells: Arcane
lv  kn  day
0:  4 -  4  - detect magic, read magic, prestigitation, mend
1:  2 -  5  - shield, sleep

Weapons & Armor: Great Coat (reinforced), Staff (collapsible), Dagger

Gear: Dress (silk), Sash (silk), Stockings, Nightshirt (silk), Satchel (2weeks rations), Waterskin

Reputation: Fame - 0  Infamy - 1

Wealth: 22 gp, 7 sp, 3 cp

Description: Saphhira is a stunning, young (age:17) elegant beauty with long slightly curly chestnut brown hair, and entrancing hazel eyes. Her wealthy background is obvious in her creamy unblemished skin and a soft vulnerability about her.  Not your typical adventure as she would look more at home in a expensive ballgown, dancing,  than trudging around the land.  Still for any who look into her hazel eyes see a determination in them.

History and Personality:  Saphhira grew up in the Caspian lands in the town of King's Vine.  It sounds more interesting than she ever found it and Saphhira quickly grew bored as she got older.  Then she blossomed at the age of 14 into a stunning beauty that attracted a lot of attention.  Enjoying her new found attention  she exploited it, enjoying the wealthy suitors that came to her father for her hand.  Unfortunately she attracted the attention of a young man named Emerik, son of the head of the temple to morrow.  Emerik pursued Saphhira with a stubborn pride, his lust growing stronger each time Saphhira rebuked his advances.  He stalked her most the days she was out of her fathers house and often took improper actions with her.  Saphhira was becoming concerned as he grew more and more forceful, catching her when she passed a ally to sneak a kiss from the young beauty.  No one would believe that noble Emerik would act in such a improper way, and assumed Saphhira was just teasing the boy and grew tired of him.  Emerik decided to take it into his own hands one evening when she returned from a ride and  tried to force himself on Saphhira, grossly overmatched with the young man  and her cries going unheard she retreated into herself as the boy fumbled with her dress, and found something deep inside her soul....Power.  Calling upon the strange force she felt it rush out of her in strange words and next thing she knew Emerik lay snoring peacefully.  Barely managing to push her way out from under him she proceeded to kick the hell out of him for trying to rape her.  Leaving the severely beaten young man there she fled to the house and packed some food and other things, taking also her fathers fine staff which would collapse into a short rod and was easily concealable.  She then fled the town knowing they would believe she tried to hurt Emerik,  for his word would far out weigh her own.  Scared she faced the strange road and life on it with determination, vowing to become a Woman of influence and power, not to mention fame.  Still she always kept one eye behind her for she wasn't sure the sheriff wouldn't chase after her, after all it was just ten years since they burned sorcerers as witches after all.