|Stat ||Value ||Notes |
|Strength ||13 || |
|Intelligence ||11 || |
|Wisdom ||18 || |
|Dexterity ||16 || |
|Constitution ||17 || |
|Charisma ||15 || |
|Comeliness || ? || |
Pickles ia a half-elf, with mostly human features--long red hair, ~5' 2"
on a good day, ~130 lbs. Muscular, weathered. Appears ~30 years old for
a human, actually ~150 with elf longevity. She has striking green eyes
and a hint of that elven ear point.
Basically, your short, feisty red-headed peaceful nature lover with a twist.
In her many years fending for herself, she's become a fantastic cook,
lover of small luxuries and able to make any situation as comforTABLE as
possible. Art, especially poetry is thrilling.
She wears colors that blend in with the forest including dark brown
(rather stylish and well-fitted to her rather human curved figure) leather
armour (+2) with hints of a flame-to-leave motif worked in. Dark green
cloak with fire-red trim.
On earth, however, she's got a new change of clothes. She felt a little
awkward without the armour, but she's been consoled with plum-colored
velvet. She's probably wearing black knee-high boots with black
well-fitting pants. A dark green bodice has been cleverly constructed to
fit over the parts of her armour that protect her vital organs, so that
she can keep that at least, and a purple velvet jacket covers all of this
and has many inner pockets for her spell components that she hopes to not
use in this "world gone mad."
The weapon that Pickles is most adept with is her +2/+2 scimitar, which is
currently in Fr. Gregory's bag. This is only for emergencies, however, as
she prefers to reason than to fight, and to flee when reasoning fails.
Fr. Gregory is also holding 5 bolts of fine silk :-)
Pickles has 3 rings. One is formerly Fr. Gregory's invisibility ring.
She started with a (+1) ring of protection, it may have come from Valacar,
she was still a little cloudy in the head at that point. And a second
(+2) ring of protection scavenged from the Drow asassin.