Pretty Human Master Collector
The best way to describe Rell is slender. Her features are fine and she has a delicate bone structure. She hasn’t shaved since she was metamporphosed into a woman by Grignak in Khemennu. She has dark brown hair and ice blue eyes, which most men, and some men, find irresistible.
She has a slight scar at her neck from the collar that used to rest there, but most of the time her past as a slave is invisible as far as marks on her body are concerned.
Name Rellenteremendar aka Rell
Rank 8th Level
Race Human
| Sex | Female | SAVING THROWS | Bonus |
| HT | 5’11″ | Save vs Spell | /1 |
| WT | 160lbs | Save vs ritual | /1 |
| PPE | 14 | Save vs Psionic | +5/6 |
| HP | 51/51 | Save vs toxin | /1 |
| SDC | 26/26 | Save vs poison | /1 |
| Level | 8 | Save vs Drugs | /8 |
| Exp. | 62921 | Save vs Insanity | +2/3 |
| Birthday | 1/14/82 (age 27) | Save vs poss. | /1 |
| HTH:Expert | Save vs horror | /4 | |
| Gold | 0 Eastern 710 Northern(4-30-12) | Save vs coma/death | /1 |
| Charm/Impress | 65% | Save vs pain | /1 |
| Alignment | Scrupulous | Save vs illusion | /1 |
| ISP | 47 | Save vs. m.c. | /8 |
| Reputation | 7 |
poison -2 Strike/Parry/Dodge
| Attribute | Score | COMBAT | Bonus |
| IQ | 21 (+7%) | Strike | +3 |
| ME | 19 | Parry | +6 |
| MA | 17 | Dodge | +6 |
| PS | 17 | Roll | +6/3 |
| PP | 16 | Pull | +2 |
| PE | 13 | Initiative | /1 |
| PB | 23 | Damage | +2 |
| SPD | 11 | Entangle | |
| Critical | 18.19.20 | Attacks | 4 |
| Perception | 3 |
| Weapon Proficiencies | Level Acquired | Strike | Parry | Thrown | Damage |
| Knife/Hand Axe | 1 | +3 | +3 | +5 | |
| Targeting | 1 | +5 | |||
| Paired Hand Axe | 5 | ||||
| Battle Axe | 7 | +1 | +1 | +1D6 |
| Weapons: | Damage | SDC or Make | AR or Range |
| Sling | 1D6 | 80’ | |
| Dagger | 1D6 | 40’ | |
| Armor | Studded Leather | 30 | 13 |
Kicks:Karate 2D4, Kick 2D6, Roundhouse Kick 3d6, Leg Hook (no damage, trips target, can’t be parried)
| OCC Skills | Base % | OCC B+ | L-A | C-L | Total % | Secondary Skills | Base % | CL-A | C-R | Total % |
| Language: Eastern | 98 | 0 | 1 | 8 | 98% | Boxing | 1 | 8 | ||
| Language:Southern | 40+5 | 27 | 1 | 8 | 98% | Gymnastics | 1 | 8 | ||
| Language: Faerie | 40+5 | 27 | 1 | 8 | 98% | Acrobatics | 1 | 8 | ||
| Language: Elven(Blessed) | 40+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 98% | Horsemanship:General | 35/20+5 | 3 | 8 | 67/52 |
| Literacy: Elven(Blessed) | 30+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 82% | Play Flute | 25+5 | 3 | 8 | 67 |
| Literacy: Eastern | 30+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 91% | Play Flute, Professional | +10 | 5 | 8 | Above |
| Math: Basic | 45+5 | 27 | 1 | 8 | 98% | WP: Paired Axe | 5 | 8 | ||
| Prowl | 25+5 | 12 | 1 | 8 | 72% | Balance | 40+5 | 1 | 8 | 87% |
| Streetwise | 20+4 | 27 | 1 | 8 | 75% | Climb | 40+5 | 1 | 8 | 872/87% |
| Surveillance | 25+5 | 22 | 1 | 8 | 82% | Tightrope | 30+3 | 1 | 8 | 60% |
| Track Humanoids | 25+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 77% | Back Flip | 40+5 | 1 | 8 | 87% |
| Intelligence | 30+4 | 19 | 1 | 8 | 77% | Parallel Bars | 30+3 | 1 | 8 | 58% |
| Interrogation | 30+5 | 22 | 1 | 8 | 87% | |||||
| Land Navigation | 30+4 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 66% | |||||
| WP:Targeting | 1 | 8 | ||||||||
| WP: Axe | 1 | 8 | ||||||||
| OCC Related Skills | Base % | OCC B+ | L-A | C-L | Total % | ||||||
| Disguise | 25+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 77% | ||||||
| Imitate Voice/Impersonation | 36/16/12/10+4 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 83/63/59/55% | ||||||
| Teamster | 35+5 | 22 | 1 | 8 | 92% | ||||||
| Detect Concealment/Traps | 25+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 77% | ||||||
| Escape Artist | 25+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 77% | ||||||
| Heraldry | 15/20+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 67/72% | ||||||
| Legal Knowledge | 25+5 | 12 | 1 | 8 | 72% | ||||||
| Seamanship | 22+4 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 67% | ||||||
| Barter | 25+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 77% | ||||||
| Sign Language | 25+5 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 77% | ||||||
| Cryptography | 15+5 | 17 | 3 | 8 | 57% | ||||||
| Pick Locks | 30+5 | 17 | 6 | 8 | 57% | ||||||
| Lore: Fairy | 30+5 | 7 | 1 | 8 | 72% | ||||||
| Writing | 20+5 | 17 | 8 | 8 | 37% | | |
Special Powers:PSIONICS
| Psionic | Type | ISP Cost | Range | Duration | Save | Description |
| See Aura | Sensitive | 6 | 60’ Visible | 2 melees | None | Low, Med, or High XP, Presence of magic, psionics, aberration, possession. High/low PPE. Healthy/sick. |
| Sixth Sense | Sensitive | 2 | 90’ | Varies | None | +6 Init, +2 Parry, +3 Dodge, No sneak attacks |
| Impervious to Cold (Superior) | Physical | 8 | Self or Touch | 2 hours/lev | None | A gift from Apis, Takes 1D4 melees of trance. May give 2 touches/use. Suffer no ill effects/discomfort from exposure to even extreme freezing conditions. |
Inventory: 1 Winter set of Clothing, 1 Summer set of Clothing, Cloak w/ Collectors Badge, Boots, Soft Leather Gloves, Belt, Bedroll, Purse, Backpack, Saddlebags,1 Large Sack, 1 Medium Sack, 2 Small Sacks, Waterskin, Hand Manacles, 40’ Rope. Feminine Bracelet of Supernatural Strength. 1 Potion of Tongues. Small vial of holy water. Backpack of Holding, 45 lb weight limit. 10 Sheets of Paper. Some furs, a small pouch: Sealed, a day of meat:smoked.
Has a horse- see South Wind.
11k worth of Jewels Jewels 58 Krill 61 Dragon coins
Wearing Teamster: Summer Clothing, Gloves and Boots. Belt. Manacles on belt.
Wearing Hiking: Leather armor, gloves and boots, belt, manacles on belt. Bracelet, Axes, sling.
Sleeping: Shirt and Pants.
Walking inventory: Backpack, 24 days food, 1 large sack, Waterskin, Ropes, Bedroll, Potions. Small vial of holy water.
Notes from Bletherad: There is a piece of Osiris on the Island of Set.
Biography
Her memories were born into pain, and she was destined to lose her memories in the same way.
Rell was born to a slave in Lopan, a woman of unquestioned beauty and skill. Rell’s own beauty appeared early and was a curse upon her. Her early life was one of pain and confusion as she was passed from one master to the next, each one seeking the novelty of it all. She was almost seven years old before she even realized that she could speak like the masters. The lesson to hold her tongue has stuck with her to this day.
It wasn’t her choice to flee. An escaping slave had thought that Rell would either provide pleasant companionship or provide her with money, as pimp or slaver. It didn’t matter to her which.
The slave hadn’t thought her plan through well enough. Rell never knew her name, and didn’t even bother to bury her.
She wandered for two days alone in the forest before she realized that something was wrong. She’d never know hunger or thirst, and so the pain in her belly reminded her of nothing more than unwanted attentions. She put that pain away like she did all the other pain in her life.
It didn’t lessen like the other pains she’d had, however.
“She told us we’d find him here.”
Rell looked around herself. The voice had been tiny, and high pitched.
“We found him, so, we can leave him right?” The second voice was just as tiny, but a bit lower pitched.
“She said she’d reward us for fixing him.”
“I think the pretty one is beyond fixing.”
“What is broken?” Rell asked of the unseen voices.
“The child speaks Dragonese,” the first voice said.
“And he’s pretty enough. Let’s fix him like she wanted.”
It would be years before Rell knew the “she” that the pixies had been referring to, but Apis had saved her life. They removed the collar from her throat, and fed her, and taught her. She found a little joy before she grew too old for them to want around anymore. For four years she had stayed with the pixies, and at the age of twelve she was once again on her own.
This time, she was a little more prepared for what the world had to offer her.
But not by much.
She was starving on the streets of a city she’d never bothered to learn the name of when she saw her first Collector. The cloak looked so warm, and she figured she could pick out the embroidery. She’d done the same with other clothing she’d taken in the past.
She had picked out over half of the embroidery before the Collector had caught up with him.
“What have you there, boy?”
“Your cloak. I figured that I needed it more, so I changed its ownership.”
“Stealing is a crime.”
“And letting people starve and freeze to death is a sin, but you don’t see many people rushing to fix that.”
The Collector stopped for a moment and then busted out in laughter.
“Then I’ll consider the loss of the cloak as a lesson to be more vigilant to those in need around me. You have a name boy?”
“The masters called me comere. The pixies called me pretty.”
“They called you Rellenteremendar?”
“No, pretty.”
“I just said…that’s Fairyspeak, isn’t it?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Have you got a lot to learn, Rell. Well, I figure that sin is more important to punish than law breaking myself, Rell. In fact I figure you’re old enough to learn a trade.”
“I know a trade.”
The disgust in her voice suggested to the old Collector just what sort of trade she had been taught.
“Son, I meant my trade. I return what is lost, and find what is stolen.”
Rell looked at him a bit strangely, and then nodded.
“Can’t be worse than starving.”
“Rell, there are many things worse than starving, but this ain’t one of them.”
Rell never bothered to learn the old Collector’s name, something she regrets to this day, but she was grateful for the new home she was lead to.
The other children at the home treated Rell as an outsider, but she didn’t mind. She was finally beginning to understand the world around her, and she soon realized she had an aptitude for learning. She loved to learn. She took to her studies well. It wasn’t long before her teachers realized that the old Collector’s instincts had been right on. They began her mental training and soon Rell was able to not only see the intentions and abilities of others, but was able to get a sense of when someone intended her harm.
This later happened all too frequently at the school.
After she embarrassed the eldest son of the school’s headmaster, Rell had been sent out on his first mission. Underprepared and alone, Rell had been sent to fulfill a fifteen year old task. A specific signet ring had gone missing and a noble family wanted it back.
Rell tracked the ring into the Land of the South Winds. She had infiltrated a pirate ring, becoming one of them at least from all appearances. She even taught herself the sling to better fit in with them. It took her almost two years before she found the location of the signet ring.
She left with the ring in her pouch. She left all of her other belongings behind. They had belonged to the pirates, and she was no longer a pirate.
She collected the worn cloak from where she’d hidden it, still strangely intact, and wore it back to the chapter house that was expecting the return of the signet ring.
The headmaster was removed from his post when the exact nature of his crime had been uncovered.
Rell was unbothered by any of it.
They sent an older and more experienced Collector with her for the next mission. Rell took it in stride. The other Collector was so unnerved by Rell’s willingness not only to rely solely on her skills of deception and mimicry, but by the way in which the quiet Rell seemed to be consumed by whatever character she put on.
Other Collectors refused to work with the pretty young man after that.
It suited Rell fine.
Rell is beginning to make a name for herself in more than one way. She used to refuse to have sex. She flirted with all the pretty girls, and even some of the more handsome boys, but she never went beyond talk. Some people who have heard of her consider it a challenge and wanted to be the one known to have bedded the Prettiest Collector. Others just enjoyed the banter.
Regardless she has not had an intimate relationship with anyone since before the pixies took her in, but since Khemennu, that has all changed. She doesn’t feel the need to put herself out there, but she is open to the idea of sex, especially with a good guy.
Rell was born under the sign of Ghundeg, Od’s Sword. Those born under this sign tend to think in terms of absolutes. Most are very passionate about their beliefs, and those that are religious are avid members of their faith, resolute and unwavering.