Merisiel Sillvari (Iconic)
A profoundly stupid Elf with a knife fetish
CN Female Forlorn Elf Inquisitor 12 (Prestige Class 1)
Str 17, Dex 22, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 12, Adroitness: 16, Spirit 8, Guile: 12
Combat Gear oil of silence (2), potions of cure serious wounds (3), potion of fly, potions of invisibility (2), acid, alchemist’s fire, tanglefoot bag; Other Gear +5 studded leather, +2 buckler, +3 keen rapier, masterwork daggers (12), bag of holding (type I), belt of physical perfection +2, boots of elvenkind, cloak of resistance +3, ring of protection +2, universal solvent, backpack, hooded lantern, masterwork thieves’ tools, oil (5), silk rope (50 ft.), 266 gp
The elves have a name for elven children unfortunate enough to be born and raised in human society—the Forlorn. In a few rare cases, these foundlings or orphaned elves find loving homes with humans, although the fact that, over the course of their childhood, one-time playmates become their effective guardians and foster parents results in a strangely skewed sense of the self. Most Forlorn aren’t as fortunate—they live on the streets as almost eternal urchins, watching alone as their companions age and move on to greater things.
Merisiel (pronounced meh-RIHS-ee-el)1 is one of the Forlorn, only now emerging from decades spent as a child of the streets into a young adult ready to make her own way in life. A master at stowing away on ships, she’s called dozens of cities home, leaving one for another when her companions outgrew her or she outlived them. Life has been hard for Merisiel, made more so by the fact that she’s always found it difficult to master skills that come easily to her companions. Never the sharpest knife in the drawer, as the saying goes, Merisiel has learned to make up for this by carrying at least a dozen of them on her person. When things go wrong with her carefully laid plans (as they almost always seem to do), the knives come out and what needs to be done gets done. To date, Merisiel hasn’t met a problem that can’t, in one way or another, be solved with daggers.
Merisiel’s life experiences have taught her to enjoy things to their fullest as they occur—it’s impossible to tell when the good times might end. She’s open and expressive with her thoughts and emotions, and while she’s always on the move and working on her latest batch of plots for easy money, in the end it comes down to being faster than everyone else—either on her feet, or with her beloved blades.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
She extremely promiscuous not to mention a massive kleptomania.
Romance: She will hook up with almost anybody but will not enter an actual relationship.
Death: Dies fighting against a band of Red Mantis Assassins.