Waspe
STATS
Mind: Untrained 20 (Master 8)
Body: Master 8
Magic: Expert 11
Mind: Untrained 20 (Master 8)
Body: Master 8
Magic: Expert 11
COMBAT
Weapons & Armor: Two bone knives gleaming with yuanti poison, heel blades, occasional leather breast plate.
Special Attacks: A strike of 20 indicates the person has been trapped within the crystal in her ring.
Special Defenses: Resistant to poison, charm and sleep. Masochist.
Special Abilities: Spell use
Weapons & Armor: Two bone knives gleaming with yuanti poison, heel blades, occasional leather breast plate.
Special Attacks: A strike of 20 indicates the person has been trapped within the crystal in her ring.
Special Defenses: Resistant to poison, charm and sleep. Masochist.
Special Abilities: Spell use
APPEARANCE
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Height: 4' 4"
Weight: 55 lbs
Age: Adolescent
Hair: Magenta that fades to silver before the absurd color bleeds through once more.
Eyes: Icy gray
Description: You barely take notice of the small shadow that moves; street urchin you suspect. Hood drawn up the charcoal gray cloak of lightweight material falls to the knees, its hem badly frayed. Loose dark pants extend down the legs sweeping the tops of dusty worn black leather boots. Small, gloved hands reach up and undo the clasp slinging the cloak over an arm. There is a bulge on one clothed finger that indicates a ring is worn. A belt about the waist gathers in the spacious short-sleeved dusky gray shirt. A small nondescript sword and one knife hang from the belt.
You are startled to realize the unkempt rogue is an elven adolescent female in fact. For one so young her features are hard and cold. Tangled burgundy hair falls past her shoulders, slowly streaks of silver appear, icy grey eyes rake over you contemptuously. A small cleft in the chin gives her jaw a stubborn look.
Before you turn away she flashes you a malicious grin and a slightly uncomfortable feeling settles in.
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Height: 4' 4"
Weight: 55 lbs
Age: Adolescent
Hair: Magenta that fades to silver before the absurd color bleeds through once more.
Eyes: Icy gray
Description: You barely take notice of the small shadow that moves; street urchin you suspect. Hood drawn up the charcoal gray cloak of lightweight material falls to the knees, its hem badly frayed. Loose dark pants extend down the legs sweeping the tops of dusty worn black leather boots. Small, gloved hands reach up and undo the clasp slinging the cloak over an arm. There is a bulge on one clothed finger that indicates a ring is worn. A belt about the waist gathers in the spacious short-sleeved dusky gray shirt. A small nondescript sword and one knife hang from the belt.
You are startled to realize the unkempt rogue is an elven adolescent female in fact. For one so young her features are hard and cold. Tangled burgundy hair falls past her shoulders, slowly streaks of silver appear, icy grey eyes rake over you contemptuously. A small cleft in the chin gives her jaw a stubborn look.
Before you turn away she flashes you a malicious grin and a slightly uncomfortable feeling settles in.
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Full Name: Waspe
Title: The Overlord of the Twisted Forest, Weaver of Nightmares
Marital Status: Not. Ever.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Patron Deity: The only true god. The Ancient One. Sethliss
Companions/Pets:
Miscellaneous Magical Items: Bone knives. Ring. Medallion.
Full Name: Waspe
Title: The Overlord of the Twisted Forest, Weaver of Nightmares
Marital Status: Not. Ever.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Patron Deity: The only true god. The Ancient One. Sethliss
Companions/Pets:
Miscellaneous Magical Items: Bone knives. Ring. Medallion.
HISTORY
