Name: Rhaetia
Age: 25
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150 pounds
Class: Spellsword
Race: Human

Weapons & Equipment:
Rhaetia typically carries a mace, small round shield, and a dagger at her hip. She wears a set of plate-chainmail armour with red cloak and tall red leather boots. Her appearance is not unique in the world and she carries several small pouches at her waist, not to mention a shoulder bag when travelling. A small spellbook with hand written spells and a few other odds and ends complete her look save for a small blue tear dropped shaped pendant about her neck.

Skills and Abilities:
- Magic: Has learned a small smattering of combat related spells that have helped her along the way in her ability to fight for survival.
- Starting Spells (Ones that she has memorized):
- Doppleganger: Can create a second image of herself. It is harmless but serves as a distraction.
- Heal: Can heal minor wounds and injuries.
- Berserker: She can enter a killing rage where she feels no pain and moves with increased speed and vigour.
- Gutter Fighter: Rhaetia has no formal combat training but her circumstances in life were an education indeed and she is a skilled gutter fighter. Her real skill is with blunt objects, hence her carrying a mace.
- Amateur archer: Some skill with the bow. Learned so that she could hunt for her own food.
- Pick Pocket/Thief: She has always done what it took to survive, including theft if needed.

Biography:
Rhaetia was born in the Costa Isles to a whore mother and a sailor father. As a young girl she enjoyed a fairly reasonable life, the warm climate making life easy for anyone to survive. With her mother more or less disinterested in raising her, Rhaetia was left to her own devices and quickly learned that a young woman who could not care for herself became the plaything of others.

She was first raped at the age of nine, and then again on a regular basis for the next two years by a young man who she had come to trust and thought she loved. The abuse continued and when she attempted to get away he would hunt her down and beat her. It might have gone on forever, or at least until he killed her, but when he began to hire her out to his friends she found the courage to act.

One evening she slid a dagger between his ribs when he came to her bed and fled as he died on the dirt floor of her little room. She took his coin purse and nothing else, buying passage on the first ship to Roh. She avoided being abused further only by hiding in the depths of the ship and creeping ashore when the vessel arrived.

Determined never to be a victim again, she cut her hair in order to destroy her beauty and made a home for herself in Roh's streets and alleys. She quickly learned how to survive through violence if needed and as she grew older, and her skills improved, she found herself becoming an object of admiration and fear in the underworld. The scars she bares to this day are a constant reminder of how hard she has fought to become her own person, free and able to do whatever she wants.

Through the kindness of strangers, the gifts of hopeful lovers, and the charity of the priestesses, she was able to realize some of her skill in magic. It was enough for her to taste the power that could be wielded but her distrust of anyone after the abuse she had suffered kept her on the move. She continues to wander looking for somewhere to belong.