Katya


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Name ๐“š๐“ช๐“ฝ๐”‚๐“ช ๐“๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฑ
Race Eladrin Elf
Classes Rogue Pirate (1)
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Strength 8 { - 1 }
Dexterity 14 { + 2 }
Constitution 13 { + 1 }
Intelligence 15 { + 2 }
Wisdom 12 { + 1 }
Charisma 14 { + 2 }
Armor Class 13
Speed 30ft

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Artist Credit โŠฑ DnD Beyond Profile

โŠฑ ๐’๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ

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โ €โ €โ € โ €Katya fled her life in Feywild for her own safety, and she barely scraped by until finding her way into rogue training by the Mark of Shadows elves. Rather than be a prized assassin { fearing death above all else }, she fell into the dark world of pit fighting. Everything was supposed to get better when she was whisked away by a beautiful tiefling to a world of piracy on the free and open seas . . . But her unrequited love has driven Katya back to land, desperate to find a purpose and a pack to call her own.

โŠฑ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

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โ €โ €โ € โ €Katya has an alluring beauty, as is the case with most elves, but it can often bother her that people care only for that. What of her hard-earned skill sets? Her prized loyalty? No, no, focus again on the pretty face with its hauntingly dark eyes shining under the platinum hair. Is that perhaps why those eyes are so often getting rolled in annoyance, or her full lips are curved down with disdain? At least her lithe body lends itself to agile, acrobatic movements. She has a very feline grace about her, matched by the intimidating panther at her side. It is also not unusual for her to paint designs across her face, arms, or chest. Katya prefers to not discuss the history and meaning of them, finding it an invasion of her privacy. But from the meticulous way in which she dons them, it is likely that they are all symbolic in some fashion.
โ €โ €โ € โ €The elves of Katya's city have an intricate culture regarding tattoos that manifest themselves when one pursues their destiny. So far she has . . . two. Most others her age have at least ten. A delicate band of peonies danced across her upper thigh when she first stepped into the material plane as a child, then a small set of horns tucked themselves on her left rib cage when she joined Ayame. Will she finally find her purpose in this strange, coastal town Brighthaven? Seems as good a place as any to start.

โŠฑ ๐…๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ

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๐ด๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐‘๐‘€๐ธ๐‘๐‘‡ โ€ขโ€ข Chaotic Neutral

๐ฟ๐ด๐‘๐บ๐‘ˆ๐ด๐บ๐ธ๐‘† โ€ขโ€ข Common, Elvish, Draconic, and Thieves' Cant

๐น๐ธ๐ด๐‘‡๐‘ˆ๐‘…๐ธ โ€ขโ€ข No Honor

๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ๐‘’. ๐ด๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž, ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ . ๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘› (๐‘Š๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘š) ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘๐‘˜๐‘ .

๐‘†๐‘๐ธ๐ด๐พ ๐ด๐‘‡๐‘‡๐ด๐ถ๐พ โ€ขโ€ข Knowledge of how to strike subtly and exploit a foeโ€™s distraction. Once per turn, there can be an extra 1d6 damage to one creature hit with an attack if there is advantage on the attack roll. The attack must use a finesse or a ranged weapon.

๐ด๐‘‘๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘› 5 ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘–๐‘ก, ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘; ๐‘›๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘™. ๐ด๐‘™๐‘ ๐‘œ, ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ฅ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ .

๐ท๐ด๐‘…๐พ๐‘‰๐ผ๐‘†๐ผ๐‘‚๐‘ โ€ขโ€ข Accustomed to twilight forests and the night sky, she has superior vision in dark and dim conditions. She can see in dim light within 60 feet of her as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. She canโ€™t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

๐น๐ธ๐‘Œ ๐ด๐‘๐ถ๐ธ๐‘†๐‘‡๐‘…๐‘Œ โ€ขโ€ข She has advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic canโ€™t put her to sleep.

๐‘‡๐‘…๐ด๐‘๐ถ๐ธ โ€ขโ€ข Elves donโ€™t need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. { The Common word for such meditation is โ€œtrance.โ€ } While meditating, she can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, she gains the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.

๐‘€๐ผ๐‘†๐‘‡๐‘Œ ๐‘†๐‘‡๐ธ๐‘ƒ โ€ขโ€ข Briefly surrounded by silvery mist, she teleports up to 30 feet to an unoccupied space that she can see. Once she uses this trait, she canโ€™t do so again until she finishes a short or long rest.

๐ถ๐ด๐‘๐‘‡๐‘…๐ผ๐‘ƒ๐‘† โ€ขโ€ข At the end of each short or long rest, she can align herself with the magic of one season, regardless of the season that is dominating her personality. Doing so allows her to cast a certain cantrip. When she aligns herself with a seasonโ€™s magic, she loses the cantrip associated with the previous season and gains the cantrip associated with the new season. Her spellcasting ability for these cantrips is Charisma.

๐ด๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘› = ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘ 
๐‘Š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ = ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž
๐‘†๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” = ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›
๐‘†๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ÿ = ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘ก

๐‘‡๐‘…๐ด๐ผ๐‘‡๐‘† โ€ขโ€ข Loyal, dependent, adaptable, self - indulgent, greedy, quick - tempered, protective, stubborn, pessimistic, tells the bitter truth, avoids emotional conflict at all costs

๐ผ๐ท๐ธ๐ด๐ฟ๐‘† โ€ขโ€ข Pack mentality and freedom

๐‘๐‘œ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘’โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘š๐‘๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ . ๐ธ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž, ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘›'๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘š ๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ .

๐ต๐‘‚๐‘๐ท๐‘† โ€ขโ€ข Katya is a pack animal. She feels lost without a leader. Now that she has gone away from the crew of The Painted Lady, she is desperate to find a replacement. Despite being slow to trust others, her fear of being alone will likely trump her hesitance to get to know others.

๐น๐ฟ๐ด๐‘Š๐‘† โ€ขโ€ข Afraid of death and dying, gives in to her vices and ignores any voice of judgment, believes in freedom over morality, insecure and needs a leader to follow, uses adventuring as a means of ignoring and escaping her past / trauma

โŠฑ ๐๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ

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โ €โ €โ € โ €Much of Katya's early life was posh and easy. She was quite mischievous and liked to occasionally cross over from Feywild to toy with humans or other unsuspecting, nearby creatures just for fun. But she never traveled far nor did anything for longer than a few hours. After all, she was from a quiet place on the edge of the realm that preferred to be overlooked and forgotten. It wouldn't do well for any of its inhabitants to call much attention to themselves.

โ €โ €โ € โ €Her deeply religious society revered Silvanus, the god of wild nature and druids. They held the priestessesโ€™ word as law, and everything changed when they announced that the queen had to be sacrificed. Rather than lose his love, the king tricked Katyaโ€™s mother { the queenโ€™s sister } into taking her place. With the wrong offering, chaos ensued. To avoid becoming one of the next sacrifices, Katyaโ€™s father forced her to run away. He would contact her with a โ€œmagicalโ€ necklace when it was safe. But that was over twenty years ago.

โ €โ €โ € โ €Katya lived in fear; she had never been anything but mediocre. Never paid attention to her lessons. Never cared enough about anything to have a talent. To face the facts, she had wasted pretty much all of her years up until then. She was royal enough to live cozy and free, but not so much that she had real responsibilities. If there was an equivalent of a silver-spoon baby for Elves, it would likely be Katya. But none of that mattered in the material world. She was alone and forced to take care of herself now. Katya eventually found her way into The Mark of Shadows elves of House Thuranni. The rogue assassin training nearly destroyed her, but Katya eventually rose to the challenge. For years, she earned a living through the dark and wondrous world of underground pit fighting, until a beautiful tiefling with bright pink hair spared her in the ring. Katya lost. It was humiliating. But the opponent only smiled. โ€œYouโ€™ll be the perfect first mate.โ€ And then, she was dizzily whisked away.

โ €โ €โ € โ €She thought she finally found her purpose and happiness aboard a hearty pirate ship. But her unrequited love for Captain Ayame began to drive her a bit mad . . . and Katya feared the voice that whispered in her ear. She would rather die than hurt Ayame, which is why she stole a boat and escaped in the middle of the night without a word. Katya is a pack animal. She feels lost without a leader, a crew. Now that she has gone away from her pirates, she is desperate to find a replacement. Despite being slow to trust others, her fear of being alone will likely trump her hesitance in getting to know others.