Elaine Marchon (Airmid)

Details
Class:	Race:	Alignment:	Deity:
Healer	Human	NG	Ilmater
Level:	Size:	Age:	Gender:
3	M	19	Female
Height:	Weight:	Eyes:	Hair:
5'7"	121	Hazel	Auburn

Abilities STR 8 -1 DEX 12 1 CON 14 2 INT 18 4 WSD 15 2 CHA 18 4

Hit Points TOTAL wounds subdual 25 0 0 Initiative TOTAL dex other SPEED 1 1 0 30 Armor Class FINAL = base + armor + shield + dex + magic + other spell failure armor check penalty 15 10 4 0 1 0 0 15 0

Battle Scores MELEE = base + str + magic + other 0 1 -1 0 0 RANGED = base + dex + magic + other 1 1 1 0 0

Saving Throws TOTAL = base + stat + magic + other FORT 5 3 2 0 0 REFL 5 1 4 0 0 WILL 5 3 2 0 0

Weapons
Weapon	Bonus	Damage	Critical	Range	Weight	Size	Type	Special
QuarterStaff	-	1d6	x2	-	4lb	M	B

Armor
Armor	Type	Bonus	Penalty	Max Dex	% Failure	Speed	Weight	Special
Studded Leather Armor +1	Light	4	0	5	15%	30	20	Darkwood Studs

Feats & Special Abilities
Feat / Ability	Description/Notes
Healing Hands	Whenever a healer casts a spell that cures hit point damage, she adds her Charisma modifier to the amount of damage healed. This bonus applies only to spells of the healing subschool that she casts as a healer, not to those that she may have by virtue of levels in another class.
Skill Focus (Heal)	+3 to heal checks. 2nd Level bonus healer feat.
Cleanse paralysis	A healer deals with certain kinds of maladies so often that eventually she can cure them without resorting to a spell. At 3rd Level, a healer gains the ability to cleanse paralysis once per day, as if casting a remove paralysis spell.
Spontaneous Healer	May swap out any prepared spell for a cure spell of that level. (1st lvl feat)
Insightful Reflexes	Add your Intelligence Modifier(instead of Dex) to Reflex saves (Human feat)
Brew Potion	The ability to craft magic Potions (3rd lvl feat)

Skills
Skill Name	Ability	Skill Mod	=	Ability Mod	+	Ranks	+	Other
Concentration	Con	5		2		3		0
Craft: Alchemy	Int	8		4		4		0
Know: Nature	Int	12		4		6		2syn
Know: Religion	Int	10		4		6		0
Profession: Cook	Wis	4		2		2		0
Profession: Herbalist	Wis	4		2		2		0
Sense Motive	Wis	8		2		6		0
Spellcraft	Int	5		4		1		0
Survival	Wis	10		2		6		2syn
Diplomacy	Cha	12		4		6		2syn
Handle Animal	Cha	10		4		6		0
Heal	Wis	11		2		6		3sf
Speak Common
Speak Celestial
Speak Draconic
Speak Dwarven
Speak Elven

Spell List
Name	Level	Ready?	Count	Cast Time	Range	Save	Description/Effect
Create Water	0	yes	1
Cure Minor Wounds	0	yes	2	1 Action	Touch		Heal 5hp
Detect Poison	0	yes	1
Mending	0	yes	1
Cure Light Wounds	1	yes	2	1 Action	Touch		Heal 1d8+7
Goodberry	1	yes	1
Sanctuary	1	yes	2	1 Action	Touch	15
Calm Emotions	2	yes	1
Cure Moderate Wounds	2	yes	1	1 Action			Heal 2d8+7
Delay Poison	2	yes	1
Remove Blindness/deafness	2	yes	1

Gear
Gear	Location	Weight	Description/Special
Wand of Cure Light Wounds	Hip wand pouch	-	50 Charges
Wand of Magic Missile (1st)	Hip wand pouch	-	20 Charges
Healer's Kit	Leather bag	1lb	It is the perfect tool for healing and provides a +2 circumstance bonus on Heal checks. A healer's kit is exhausted after ten uses.
Scroll/Map Case x2	Leather bag	1lb	Each contains 10 sheets parchment.
Sealed Saddle Bags	Carried	2lb	30 Platinum coins Signat Ring 2 Sealing Wax
Candles	Leather bag/BP(L)	-	5 Candles
Sunrod	Leather Bag	2lb	2 Sunrods
Tinder Twigs	BP(L)	-	10 Tinder twigs in a vial.
Masterwork Potion Belt	Waist	1lb	Allows a potion to be drawn as a free action once per round. Holds 10 potions.
Potion of Cure Light Wounds	Potion Belt	-	2 x 1d8+3

Treasure/Money
Item	Location	Value	Weight	Description/Special
Gold	Belt Pouch(R)	50	1lb	50 coins
Platinum	Belt Pouch(R)	320	2/3lb	32 coins
Assorted Coin	Belt pouch(L)	5	1/2lb	Silver and Copper totaling 5 gold value

Experience

No Experience Assigned.

Description

Her auburn hair is bound in plaits at the back of her head. Her pale skin seems to shine next to the grey of her robes. Her hazel eyes are constantly moving and watching. a simple belt hangs about her slim waist, from it a pair of small pouches and a wand bag. She also has a leather bag slung across one shoulder. Her hands and wrists are intracatly wrapped in red cording. She also carries a sealed saddle bag, it is always near her, but she never opens it.

Personality

Quiet, kind, and thoughful. She will allow anyone to approach her. She often offers a soft smile for those with her. If she see's an injury or an injustice she is there. Her words and manners often seem to steal heat from even the greatest arguments.

Background

Please keep in mind that this is all OOC until it is introduced in game. :) I was born to the name Elaine Marchon, third child, first daughter to Duke Rodrik Marchon of Sembia. My mother, Lady Katalin Goldsword of Cormyr was a lady of noble birth and money. She was wed to my father in hopes that it would make trade between the two great nations that much easier. Her father, Nicolas, the cousin of the family head, Emlar, saw to it that her dowery was an irresistible prize to the merchant noble that was my father. So they wed. It was a grand affair with many nobles and merchants in attendance. Within a year my eldest brother Deklend was born, he would soon grow to hold all the traits of my father. Tall, dark haired and strong. With a quick eye and a calm manner. Not more than a year later my mother would give birth to Marcus. He took after my mother. Slender yet strong, his hair the color of ripe wheat, his mouth often opening with a playful jib. He was an easy match for his older brother, two sides of the same coin were they. Four long years followed before my birth. I was a blend of both parents, and as a daughter I would learn the life of a lady, much as I would eventually loath it. My youngest years are filled with memories of being spoiled. Of having all within the walls of our keeps fawning about me. Anything I wished was laid before me. Even the birth of my younger brother Timothy did little to ebb the flow. As the only daughter I was seen as a blessing. I would later learn the reason behind this. Yet that will need wait till later in my tale. First I must explain what has brought me to my current place. With all tales it is best to start at the beginning. At the age of 5 summers, I started my official schooling. I learned the languages of trade. Even the halfling speech came with ease to me. Yet, I would find my ears straining to hear the lessons of my older brothers. Their lessons were like the stories told to me at bed time. Tales fo conquest and valor. Of smooth talking merchants and brave knights. They would grow to be men, to run my father's branch of the family when he died. I would ask my tutors when it would be my turn to learn such things. I would be told that as a lady I had other tasks to learn. These other tasks, I soon learned consisted of dance, cross-stitch, educate, and many other very dull subjects. I often took it upon myself to "miss" afternoons. I would often be found in one of but a few places. Either behind the kitchen kneeling in the dirt, tending the herbs and vegetables that would find their way to our table. The servants were kindly, yet they often revealed my presence under little pressure. I soon found that if I wanted to be free, I would need to move around. That is what brought me to the inner garden of my mother. It was a quiet place. Filled with flowers and trees. She had one at every home, the one in Daerlun was my favorite. It lay in our keep, which lay in the heart of the city. Yet within stone walls I could find grass and dirt, peace and silence. I would often read by the pool which flowed into it from I know not where. I often found birds and small animals in the garden. They would seem injured, a hurt leg, a ruffled wing. Yet in each instance I would hold them and talk to them then set them free. After I set them down to find someone to help them they would seem fine and go on about their way. This never crossed my mind. I just always figured the animals had been playing a game. I would learn the truth in the summer of my 11th year. That was the summer my 3rd and most secret place would come to light. I would slip down to the training yard. I always enjoyed watching my brothers learn their art. The art of war. I would imagine them as the heros of my childhood stories. They would be the great knights coming to save the princess. They would be paired off with instructors. Those poor men always became ogres and trolls in my eyes. I would watch with great delight as they spared. Deklend favored the longsword, he knew well enough when to use point and when to use edge. They had stopped cutting his hair at 10 summers, his dark mane would hang in a loose braid during practice. He was tall and strong the blade an extension of his arm. Marcus, always the more slender of the two, took after our mother, small curls covered his head. He found the rapier was his arm of choice. He would almost dance around his opponents. his blade finding their weak spots. They would practice archery in the morning, both skilled, but neither had the flair for it that our brother Timothy would eventually develop. In the afternoons, when I would watch from my hiding place, they would start with a sword master and end the afternoon in sparing. It was one of these days that would change us. Both of my brothers being in their teens had given up their wooden arms the summer before. Each now learned with the true weight of a real weapon. This increased my enjoyment, for now the hollow clacks were replaced by the ringing clang of steel. My brothers could easily best their opponents. In that end would come a grave choice. I watched as they approached the yard master on fine day. Deklend and Marcus convinced the yard master to allow them to spar with each other. The man nodded, and quickly both of my brothers were grid in padded practice armor. They set at each other easily enough. Both testing what the other had learned. Deklend's strength was met by Marcus ability to move. It was beautiful to watch, until Father arrived. In that moment it all changed. They stopped fighting to test themselves and began to fight to prove themselves worthy. Deklend's blows began to come faster, Marcus dancing to the side of many, the others being caught on his blade. With another well landed blow Marcus' blade snapped in his hand. Deklend had not expected the blade to snap, and was unable to fully stop his next blow. Marcus crumpled to the ground, laying as a bag of flour. Blood flowing from the well landed neck wound. I rushed forward, tears stinging my eyes, anguish pour from my lips. I glanced to Deklend, his face washed pale his newly blooded sword clattering to the dust beside him, as he sunk to his knees. I looked up to our Father, expecting to see him calling for a cleric, to see him rushing to his fallen son's side. Instead he stood, his face with an indifferent look set firmly. It was as though he expected this to happen. I lifted Marcus' head into my small lap, ignoring the blood as it flowed freely from his neck. I recall hearing the yard master calling for a cleric, but I knew in my heart help would come too late. My fears were confirmed when the man placed his hand to Marcus' chest, he shook his head. I looked to the sky, my face filled with tears and pain, my heart growing heavy with the loss of a loved one. I do not recall what words passed from my heart, I do not recall even hearing the prayer that slipped from my lips. What I do remember was Marcus chest heaving suddenly, his lungs filling deeply with air. He opened his eyes, and a small smile crossed his lips weakly. Deklend was at his side then, their hands joined in a bond that was deeper than the blood they shared. They were friends as well as brothers. I looked again to my Father, but he was gone. The cleric arrived at the same time Mother and her ladies arrived. He looked down at Marcus, then his eyes cut quickly to me. Carefully they placed my brother on a litter and carried him to his room. I still recall the look that passed between me and my brothers as they lifted Marcus, the look of true unyielding love. I was quickly taken from the yard. My dress removed and burned, with being me placed into a bath. My Mother actually scrubbed me herself. Her breathing fast and warm. She questioned where I had gotten the notion that watching my brothers train was proper for a lady. I learned it was unbecoming to watch men practice at war. That it was improper for a lady to worry herself after the hurts of others, save to get a cleric to heal them, or a nurse to watch them. In short I learned that everything I had done during my "free" time was wrong for a lady of my birth. I was given a glass of heavy wine and sent to bed. I awoke the next morning to find I had been given a lady in waiting of my own. With my new shadow I would be wholly unable to continue in anything that I enjoyed. I learned to take comfort in the wee hours of the morning, before the house had yet to fully stir. One morning a soft knock fell on my door. I opened it slowly to find Deklend looking at me. Taking my hand he led me to the stable yard. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes even as I saw the 3 horses tacked and ready to leave. "Elaine, Marcus and I are going away. Father feels we have learned all we can here at home." I watched as his chin sank to his chest. "We are going to join the Tournament circuit. Father feels it is time for me to put my training to use." "I am going to make sure he stays out of trouble." I could feel Marcus hand come to rest on my shoulder. "Will I ever see you again?" I could feel the tears flow hotly now. "Why can't I go with you?" "Because little bird, you must grow much before you can reveal your bloom to the world." I turned to the new voice, soft yet firm. My eyes fell upon the cleric who had come to Marcus' side. "I will see to it that your brothers come to no harm. They are young and strong, they have learned their weapons well. Allow this servant of the Crying God to put your fears at ease." Both of my brothers nodded as the man spoke. I could tell they were not fully happy in this, yet they had accepted it. I would do their strength a great wrong not to accept as well. "Besides, soon enough you and mother will come to watch us. We will..."His face turned away as he heard voices coming. Tossing me one final wink he turned back to his horse. I slipped quietly back to my room before my maid had even stirred. It was not only our father's eyes that watched as my brothers rode out into the world. Time passed slowly within the keep. My studies grew less and less interesting. To make it worse I had not heard from my brothers, nor was I permitted to ask. It was as thought they had ceased to exist. Over the winter we had been forced to entertain Countess Mirabeta and two of her brood, "Prince" Falden and his sister Lumilla. They "graced" our halls for almost a full moon. I was forced to endure the company of Lumilla almost every day. With rare exception I was allowed to retain my own counsel. My days were filled with the idle chatter of the older woman. Being the same age as Deklend, she felt herself superior to me in all things. Then one morning I awoke to find them gone. Yet in their place was a more troublesome smile on Father's lips. I would have to wait another four years to find out the reason. Spring came finally and with it news from my brothers. I soon learned that Mother and I were to visit them at a tourney. It would be my first of many over the next few years. It may not have been proper to watch them practice at war, but it was very proper to attend tournaments and give one's favor to a competitor. Deklend's helm and lance were oft graced by my favor. He was very skilled with lance and sword. I was proud when he would win with my colors. Alas I dwell to long on happy times. You have been told of the first true manifestation of my abilities. Now I will reveal to you what has brought me to my current place. A place where my gift and skills can be well used. When I turned 15, my brothers returned. For 15 is an age when young women are presented to the wide world. Deklend and Marcus returned with their cleric companion. Father's eyes seemed to burn whenever they would fall upon the man. Brother Sebastian was a decent man. He often walked as though a great burden was bore on his shoulders. Yet, he always had a smile for anyone who would take it. A few days following the arrival of my brothers the Countess Mirabeta and her son Falden and his sister Lumilla arrived. I remember crying myself to sleep the night they arrived. I had wanted my party to be a joyous event, instead I knew it would be more an annoyance with the Countess in attendance. I would soon learn I had more to dread than a spoiled party. I wore a pale rose colored gown that night. I was escorted into the main all by my brothers as is the custom of our land. When we arrived we found not a grand party but a formal court. Instead of Father, we found the Countess upon the dias. "On this day, the 15th passing of your birth. I, Countess Mirabeta of Sembia, do declare the bargain between your father, Rodrik, and myself complete. In 2 moons hence you will be wed to Falden, Prince of Urmlaspyr. May the union bring glory to both great houses." She looked down upon me, and I could feel both Deklend and Marcus tense. Falden strode forward then, like a merchant who had purchased a prize filly. I could not face him, not then, not ever. I turned and fled from the hall. Father shouted for the guards to stop me, but Falden spoke his only kind words in reply. He allowed me to leave. I do not know how long I ran through the halls. I only know my feet found their way to the garden. I slumped beside the pool, my life shattered before it had even truly started. I felt the tears flow freely, there was nothing I could do to stop them. Then I heard foot falls. I began to fear that Falden had followed me. Then a form stepped from shadow of a tree. "Fear not daughter." The tender rasp to the voice told me it was not my own father. As the form came closer I realized it Brother Sebastian. "I can see by your tears, that the news was not the longing of your heart." He sat near me his voice calm and clear. "I have seen many things in my travels, yet few are those with your spirit. I knew when I first lay eyes on you, yours is a soul of healing." I could only stare at him blankly as he spoke. "The Crying God shows his mercy in many ways. There are those whom he calls to walk his path in service. I am one of those. Mine is to aid when I can, I show the way to others. You my dear child, you are given a bit of the Broken One himself. He has given to you the ability to heal. In a world such as ours, those whom cause pain are many, yet those who can ease the hurts of others are rare. Are you willing to walk the path that the Crying God has set before you?" Before I could stop I found my head nodding. Without another word he stood and slipped back into the night. Within a week, under the cover of night and with Mother's blessing, Deklend and Marcus came for me. They quickly spirited me from the keep. Soon we reached a place where Brother Sebastian waited. With teary hugs we said our goodbyes. I was to go away, my brothers would push for Father to break off this ill matched deal. Marcus placed a bundle in a saddle bag. I was told not to open it till my need was great. Together Sebastian and I rode west. When I asked the reason for this course, he began to tell me the true nature of my father. "The sooner we are beyond the borders of Sembia, the safer we will be. We must not head toward a port. Both your Father and the Countess will have agents looking for you. Your father is a lawful man, but that does not make him good man. That is why I convinced your brothers that they would be better served if they ventured beyond his halls. Even now we ride for the lands of your mother's people. We will find a place for you there and wait for your brothers to come and return you to your place. So began my life, many more tales are those that lay upon the path. Yet now is not the time for their telling. I have now reveled more to you in these pages than I have told another soul in many years. Until I can be assured of my place, I must continue to go about as my chosen name Airmid, servant of Ilmater. The saddle bag, which is sealed contains her 300gp, and her signat ring. She has never opend it. She always makes sure it moves with her.