Kyliana

An up and coming young tiefling wizard looking to reclaim a place at the top of the food chain, whatever the cost.

Description:

Basic Info

  • Name:
  • Level: 2
  • Class: Wizard
  • Race: Tiefling
  • Size: M
  • Age: ??
  • Gender: F
  • Height: ?’?"
  • Weight: ??? lbs
  • Alignment: NE
  • Deity: The Raven Queen

Ability Scores

  • Str: 8
  • Con: 10
  • Dex: 14
  • Int: 18
  • Wis: 14
  • Cha: 16

Defenses

  • AC: 15
  • Fort: 11
  • Ref: 15
  • Will: 16

Hit Points

  • HP: 24
  • Bloodied: 12
  • Surge Val: 6
  • Surges/Day: 6

Skills:

  • Acrobatics: 3
  • Arcana: 10
  • Athletics: 0
  • Bluff: 6
  • Diplomacy: 9
  • Dungeoneering: 3
  • Endurance: 1
  • Heal: 3
  • History: 5
  • Insight: 8
  • Intimidate: 4
  • Nature: 8
  • Perception: 3
  • Religion: 5
  • Stealth: 5
  • Streetwise: 4
  • Thievery: 3

Other Stats

  • Initiative: 3
  • Speed: 6
  • Languages: Common, Elven
  • Vision: Low-Light

Racial Features

  • Blood Hunt
  • Fire Resistance
  • Infernal Wrath

Class Features

  • Arcane Implement: Wand
  • Cantrips
  • Ritual Casting
  • Spellbook

Feats

  • Implement Expertise: Wands
  • Hellfire Blood

Powers

At-Will

  • Cantrips
  • Thunderwave
  • Scorching Burst

Encounter

  • Icy Terrain

Daily

  • Sleep
  • Flaming Sphere

Utility

  • Expeditious Retreat

Equipment

  • Spellbook
  • Wand
  • Spellbook
  • Ritual Book
  • Standard Adventurer’s Kit

Rituals

  • Silence
  • Tenser’s Floating Disk
  • Animal Messenger
Bio:

Backstory

Growing up on the streets in Westwater City sucks. Growing up as a race everyone hates in a world that your race used to rule sucks. Being a powerful wizard does not. At a young age after my parents died (probably for being a tiefling or sleeping with one), I was forced to find my own food. I lived…barely…for a few years, with my (not to brag) extreme intelligence keeping me one step ahead of the Raven Queen. I discovered at a young age I could bend flames. Mere parlor tricks, but it did scare people into giving me money. It scared everyone, except one.

This man’s eyes lit up, and he immediately brought me to his house. This house was a mansion. I palmed any food I could while walking through this place, but we didn’t stay long. He offered me a way to get off the streets: a magic school where wizards learned to perfect their gifts. And he would pay for it. Sign me up. I don’t know why this guy liked me, but he liked me. I’ll take whatever I can get.

We went there, and the kids at this school… They were technically wizards, as in they did have some capabilities for magic, but they couldn’t cast their way out of a paper bag. I was a big step above everyone else, which got me ire from my classmates, begrudging respect from some of the teachers, many of whom did not know the right end of a wand, and a lot of alone time to perfect my craft. A poor tiefling showing these preppy rich kids what arcane magic really is got me shunned by everyone. A few teachers appreciated my skills, but none really took a liking to me. It wasn’t fun, but it was better than sleeping in a gutter.

I graduated top of my class (by a mile) and to see the faces at graduation. The mix of disgust, anger, and jealousy (and the knowledge I would never see their asses again) was heaven. I skipped out of that school never to return again. I had big ideas.

I needed to make a name for myself. People weren’t going to give me the chance I needed here, so I wanted to find my way off this island. I had heard rumors from various shady folk of Elik Reef looking to make his way off of this island. Everyone had heard a story or two of Elik, and if a tenth of them were true, I could easily jump in with him and gain the notoriety I deserve. I found the ship he recently bought (a piece of work if you ask me) and waited for his return. Startled less than would be expected seeing a part demon sitting in your quarters, Elik said he had heard of me and, more importantly, what I could do. After I asked about the elephant in the room, Elik said, “Tiefling Shmiefling! If you can burn a hole through an ogre, you’ve got a spot on this ship.” We arranged an agreement, shook on it, and left the next morning.

it has been too long for the tieflings to be second class citizens in this world, and before I rest with the Raven Queen, at least I won’t be.

Kyliana

Helena, Daughter of Melora Wiithepiiple