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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6199018" data-attributes="member: 4936">Fixing. Tala's not an atheist or agnostic, as such don't make much sense in a world where deities are demonstratably real. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> I don't know that she's accepted a particular god as her favored one at the moment though. She was brought up to worship Saranrae foremost, but I feel that her worship there is somewhat perfunctory, more out of habit than devotion. She has some interest in the faith of Desna, just because its whimsical side appeals to her, and she'd like to spend more time traveling and seeing the world...but she hasn't followed up on that interest yet. She's still finding herself.I included Point Blank bonuses because they always apply to a ranged attack at 30' or closer, and the maximum range of the Elemental Range is 30'. I can't use it farther away, so the PBS bonuses will always apply.The gold is probably just an oversight on my part. I didn't pay for the clothes, but there were several things I considered then discarded...must've forgotten to update the GP count on one or another.I will update this post with her background when I have more than a few minutes to clap together tonight.Thanks for the feedback![sblock=Background!]Talashia was born and raised in a farm on the outskirts of Sandpoint, by an otherwise unassuming man and wife by the name of Trand and Pella Wittend. As the story goes, Pella's pregnancy came to term during a terrible summer storm that boiled in off the sea, and at the moment she was born, a bolt of lightning struck the thatched-roof cottage and set it afire. Trand, waiting anxiously outside with some friends, burst in and carried his wife out as the midwives scattered. The baby Talashia had his mother's darker Varisian skin tone, but her eyes never changed from their baby blues, and her hair grew in stark white.As she grew, Talashia earned the nickname 'Wits-end,' a play on her family name. She was subject to great swings in mood, from hyperenergetic to gloomy and sullen, often with little apparent cause. Worst though was her temper...she was a handful and a half, and most of the town knew it. Even so, when on her 'up' swings Talashia was so bright and cheerful that it was impossible to stay mad at her for long. She often helped out around the inn doing tasks in the kitchen or cleaning up after busy nights.One autumn morning when Talashia was out in the fields helping with the harvest, she was set on by a feral dog that came out of the woods all ragged and desperate for food. Trand and the other men were sprinting like mad as she screamed in fear when the dog leaped at her, knocking her down...and there was a sharp CRACK noise, and the smell of ozone. A flash of blue-white light sizzled from the tall stalks around where she'd gone down, and there was an anguished, terrified canine yelp. Finally, the ominous scent of burning grass and wheat.Trand arrived to see his daughter frantically trying to stamp out the last flickers of flame from a burned patch of wheat, with tears of mingled fear and frustration and anger still falling from her eyes. On seeing him, she ran over to hug him, stammering apologies. When they touched there was an electric sizzle, and Trand jumped back. His hands weren't too terribly burned, but he still felt the muscles in his arms unclenching from the shock he'd gotten from touching her.Within a few minutes Talashia was safe to touch again, and Trand took her in to tell Pella. A native Varisian, Pella realized that the little oddities she'd been half-ignoring around Talashia added up with this incident to something that couldn't be ignored. After all, next time it might not be a mad dog. So they gathered their money and made plans, and arranged to take Talashia to Magnimar to consult a sage about her problem.A sage who confirmed the presence of magic...a soothsayer who reported that Talashia had been 'touched' by the storm...led them to contact a wizard operating in the great city, seeking help. Their daughter needed teaching she couldn't get elsewhere, and a strong firm hand to keep her under control. Seeing a chance to research a very rare phenomenon, the wizard Lant Stelborne agreed to look after her. At first Talashia was little more than an object of study. As her control increased and she matured, she became a kind of apprentice of sorts. Though her magic was not wizardry, she benefitted from access to a scholarly study of magic, and the theory of magic was the same regardless of its source. However, the day came when she finally realized that Lant couldn't offer her more...if she was to continue to grow as a mage, and a person, it would be outside of his umbrella.She decided that since her magic was rooted in the blood, it behooved her to explore her heritage. In particular, the Varisian people were known to produce sorcerors frequently, and the old Thassalonian runes they used as tattoos carried mystic significance. That seemed a good place to start in learning more about her strange powers.So Talashia returned to Sandpoint, to see her friends and family of old on her way to longer journeys and deeper explorations into the nature of the Varisian people, the magic of Old Thassilon, and the eldritch fire that lightning had sparked within her on the day of her birth.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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