Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

First Name: Awnrette (Awn-ret-tah) often goes by just Awn
Last Name: Pylar (Pi-lar)

Appearance: She has a smooth and full beauty due to her elven and human heritage. A pale complexion, full lips, a narrow prominent nose, high cheekbones, and large lashes adorn her comely face. She has piercings on both her ears and one in her right nostril and three on her right eyebrow. All across her body are tattoos of various plants and different swirly designs. On her right cheek there is a tattoo of a black ivy crawling up from the side of her neck. She often covers up all of her tattoos with sleeves, pants and collars. Occasionally she will don a disguise but she is perfectly comfortable in darker leathers. She is lithe of body and not muscular.
Race: Half-elf
Age: 25
Height 5'5
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Dark Brown and large with big pupils.
Hair: Dark brown hair dyed raven black at shoulder length.


Personality Profile: She alienates herself from the general population considering them stupid and unworthy of her time; her elven heritage prevented her from fully adjusting to a normal life. Those she respects she will treat sweetly, but she also adopts a false personality to deal with them. Can be quite lazy and unobservant at times. Considers most adventurers to be above the average cut of the cloth and has a general respect for that trade.

General Health: Insomniac and suffers from irritability. Has a bit of a drinking problem. Bodily health is fine besides for being a tad underweight and strung out at times.

Deity: Mask but not devotedly. Tithes before and after a score unless she forgets.

Initial Alignment:Neutral Evil

Profession: Pickpocket/con-artist/burglar

Base Class & Proposed Development: Rogue and might splash three barbarian.

Habits/Hobbies: Intoxication, buying cloths, living lavishly, working on the next
score. Bragging to the right people. Botany.

Languages: Cormyrian, Luskan, Cant, Elvish, Common

Weapon of Choice: Longbow

Background: Her mother was an elven servant in Cormyr for a noble house and she was the offspring of a human noble, allowing her some privilege. It was an unspoken given among the house that she was to be generally ignored as any other servant. She was tutored by the house's resident scholar among other youth, a processes which frankly stressed her out and bored her to tears simultaneously, all while being separated from her mother. When she reached adolescence she was already being punished for varying misbehavior, which quickly escalated to her current status as a runaway vagabond. (Background: Troublemaker)

Goals: Live lavishly and make the perfect score.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: She has an old rival from Neverwinter who is physically stronger than she is. She has affiliations with some Luskan gangs and traders.

Edit: OK, why not turn this into a journal?

Thank you for this insight into your character. 2000xp

Awn lounges on a plush bed in one of the more expensive rooms at the inn. She is massaging the calluses on her hands from shooting her bow. Next to her can be seen a pile of coin and a few wine bottles. She has a quill and some ink and carefully writes down her thoughts for the day.

"I never thought I'd have it this easy. My journey to Baulder's Gate from Neverwinter was one I should have set out on much sooner. The land here is a bit untamed, true, but it has a vast wealth of opportunity. It is good I can take care of myself. I've seen many adventurers fall due to their own stupidity and recklessness. It is almost comical all these wet behind the ears adventurers going forth to seize riches, only to have a giant spider or a village of xvarts render them limp and lifeless.

The people here are various and it never gets tiring to appraise their possessions. A couple Red Wizards have been around and I am curious to see what they have on them. There's also those silly Red Masks or something or another who practice banditry on the road. If I can sucker them in and get the Silver Shields to sever their heads I might get a nice reward. On top of all this is the careless adventurer. Oh how many cups will I fill from these fools? They dangle their purses while running full tilt around the city and countryside. Easy pickings. I just wish some of my old mates were with me and we could start taking bets. They wouldn't come close to estimating how many cups I've even already filled.

I just have to ask myself what's next? I could get fat off the land here, but I'm no closer to my dream home in Waterdeep. Some of these adventurers really have a lot going for them. It's always a sure thing how envious I get when I see someone who probably could make my dream their own reality. What's the deal with them anyway? Don't they get tired of running around this countryside? I see a lot of security around the New to You auction establishments. I wonder if that's potentially my next big score?"

Awn closes her book while finishing a glass of Neverwinter mead and dozes off to sleep.

A Rogue's Way
In collaboration with Master_Sarevok
See: http://bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=36924

Awn is found bragging at a tavern in Baldur's gate one night. This is what she had to say:

"Seems you caught me in a good mood taffer, why don't you fill up my glass and I'll tell you a tale or two. What's that? You want to know the story between me and that Kraven guy? Oh, better get me a bottle. You know the kind I like.

Well it's like this. I was sitting on a stool, kinda like I'm doing now, right? I'm minding my business and waiting for my contact to meet me, this taffer is late, and I already had my cups. Anyway I got the satchel with the score right in front of me. Oh, yes that. Old family heirloom. Not worth much but it's got sentimental value or some other rot. Not the best thing to handle, but the pay's there you know?

Ok, then the guy comes up to me, Kraven. I mean he appears right there besides me trying to knock me out and take the satchel simultaneously. Ridiculous how slow he is. Well drinks up. Right there in his face. I'm sure that Rashemere firewater felt good on that ugly char-face of his. Yeah, his face is all burnt up for who knows why, probably trying the same stunt with someone who likes to drink real fire. Well it's time I got out the door and he thinks he can chase me!

It's nice and dark and muddy out; just how I like it. A few alley ways later I got that wire I set up taunt and he trips and falls into the stuff. I'm on him like a cat you know, take off his mask, swipe that purse of his. Before he knows it I'm already leaving. Well, if not for that accursed spell he got lucky with. He gets the heirloom from me and just leaves me there paralysed. He didn't see the purse I took or anything. Couple minutes later I'm up and leaving that scene for better pastures. Stupid bloke didn't realize I had all his coin. Good enough for me!"