Name: Karla
Race: half-elf
Age: 19
Hair: black
Eyes: gray
Complexion: pale
Class: blade
Level: 1
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 15
Languages: common, orcish, goblin
Thief skills:
Pick Pockets: 20%
Detect Noise: 25%
Climb Walls: 55%
Read Languages: 0%
Non-weapon Proficiencies: reading/writing, local history, juggling, blind-fighting, tumbling, swimming, singing, rope use, disguise, forgery
Weapon Proficiencies: knife, long sword
A small woman, with a pale face rimmed with midnight hair. Her clothes are entirely jet black, making her face seem even paler. Even her hands are hidden in jet black gloves. In fact, besides her face, the only part of her that does not appear black are the hilts of her weapons, which are sheathed in black scabbards. She has twin bandoleers crossing her chest, each holding two daggers and four knives, the daggers in the center with two knives on either side. Twin longswords crisscross on her back, their hilts in easy reach.
Karla's mother was an elvish slave, who was killed when she tried to escape with her daughter. That left Karla in the sole care of her slaver father, Captain Enros. From a very young age, she learned to respect her father and to follow his wishes. Once he was sure of her fealty, when she was seven, Captain Enros had her study with weaponsmasters so that she may make a showy exhibition of weapons.
He also had her learn to swim, so that he would not have to worry about losing her as an asset if she fell overboard or something happened to the ship. In addition, so she would be more useful to him, he had her learn arts such as forgery and disguise, and rope use.
Until she was fifteen, Karla followed her father's wishes with steely determination. But then something began to trouble her, as she saw the way he would treat his slaves - especially the little children. She would lie awake at night, haunted by her father's mistreatment of the slaves. When she tried to speak with him about it, he just gave her the look that quieted even the fiercest of his minions.
When she was eighteen, her father had a little child killed - and she knew then that she could no longer stay, could no longer help this man. So, using the arts he had thought would help him, she slipped away from the ship. Once she was well enough away, she cut her arm with one of her knives and smeared blood on a set of her clothing, remembering to rip the clothing a bit too, and then threw the outfit into the sea for her father's people to find. They would not find her body, and would be forced to assume that one of the monsters that lurked in the depths of the sea had eaten her.