Tall, willowy, sharp-featured novice wizard


Background: Human

Role Level
Adept 2
Str Dex Con Int Wis Cha
-1 +2 +2 +3 +2 0
Initiative +2
Dodge 16
Parry 10
Base Attack Bonus +1
Melee Attack Bonus +3
Ranged Attack Bonus +3
Toughness +2 Fortitude +2
Reflex +2 Will +6
Virtue Determined Vice Insensitive
Size Medium Speed 30


Skill Bonus Skill Bonus Skill Bonus
Concentration +7 Gather Info +4 Knowledge Supernatural +8
Disable Device +8 Intimidate +4 Language -
Notice +7 Stealth +7 Search +5

Canny Dodge Intelligence
Iron Will

Move Object
Fire Shaping
Sense Minds

Power Rank 5
Power Bonus +8
Power Save 14

Delia speaks, reads, and writes 8 languages.

Conviction: 3
|spend to make one use of a supernatural power they do not possess|spend to eliminate any accumulated modifiers to fatigue saving throws for using powers|



Delia doesn’t really remember being a street-rat. Like so many children in Freeport, she grew up in an orphanage for a while until she ran away with some older children, spending her early years fleeing from one abuse to another.

At the age of 9 or 10, Master Karson, a renowned member of the Wizard’s Guild, took her from the streets and gave her a home- not a loving home, but walls and food nonetheless. She worked as his servant, student, and assistant for the rest of her adolescence, learning magic and little else.

Master Karson rarely spoke to Delia if it wasn’t to instruct or give orders and confided in her not at all. An intelligent girl, she occasionally picked up snippets of her master’s life- she knew he had other properties and considered the middle-class row house Delia called home to be a crass hovel, he had several bets riding on whether or not he could train Delia to pass the Novice Wizard’s exam, and that Wizard Guild politics were murky and dangerous. Beyond that, she was worked mercilessly and otherwise ignored.

Around the age of 18, Delia was given her exams with others she had never met in a daunting guild hall in front of grim, intimidating men and women. She passed, although she could not tell you the criteria. Master Karson was pleased, but that did not improve their communication.

Delia spent the next two years much as before- studying and working. She was given a contact at the Guild who would occasionally give her tasks, but otherwise, little changed- until she was informed that her Master had died.

That was 6 months ago. Delia was given no details and no instructions. No one has come to kick her out of her house or collect rent or taxes, but in order to pay for food and other basic upkeep, she has had to sell much of the miscellaneous equipment, books, and artwork in the house as well as take the occasional guild job.

She is lost and desperate and has to find a way to make some more money, and find some answers.


Down and out in Freeport Wudsong