Sara Brawen

Death
"don't be scared..."
User: ~*Nichole*~
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Role: Striker
Class/Level: Rogue/3
Description:
At this age, she has shoulder length ebony curls, her skin is lighter for the climate she is in. But it is her eyes that most people comment on; piercing, ice blue. She loves to wear dark, flashy colors, usually costumes her mother has made for her.
Background:
Sara lives in the desert town of Obanu, where the Spine towers over the sea of sand. It is one of the many small (and rare) mountain passes. Her parents make a living by providing entertainment for traveling caravans. Their house doubles as an outdoor theater, where they use the shadows of puppets to tell the tale.

Recently, a stranger came to town on one of the caravans, and seemed to bring distress to Sara's parents in a conversation. Later that same night, their house was robbed and something of great value was stolen. Thinking it must be this stranger, Sara headed out to the village inn at night, finally finding the stranger's room. She ended up confronting the man, who seemed strangely interested in her. During their conversation, he gave her a metal mask, perfectly sized for her, but cold to the touch. He allowed her to escape back to the safety of her own house.

Wanting to share this information within the comforting arms of her mother, Sara tried to run to her room. But the house changed and shifted, revealing an old abandoned place. She realized she had fallen asleep, and is now at the mercy of this black and gray world.
Details:
Str: 12
Con: 11
Dex: 18
Int: 13
Wis: 12
Chr: 13

HP: 33 (currently 28)
HS: 7 per day
Armor: 17

Fort: 13
Wis: 13
Reflex: 18

Skills
Acrobatics: 10
Bluff: 7
Perception: 7
Stealth: 10
Thievery: 10
Streetwise: 7

Attacks

At Will: Deft Strike, Riposte Strike, Sly Flourish.
Encounter: Positioning Strike, Fleeting Spirit Attack.
Daily: Easy Target.
Utility: Tumble.

Feats
Combat Reflexes, Defensive Mobility, Escape Artist.