This is my D&D/Pathfinder character, Danica Forsythe in her travel gear and her mummers costume.
~Cleric (holy energy; Trickery and Wind)
~Acrobatic (rougue-like qualities)
~Waist-Length Auburn Hair (kept out of the way in braids and buns)
~Mummer (acrobatics and tricks)
Danica grew up in a traveling mummers group which acted as a cover for who they really were: a branch of the largest underground thieves and assassins guild in the land called Chorum Umbra. When she was a very young girl, she and her brother Oliandrius trained with their uncles in intensive acrobatics, and her paternal grandfather (an elven elder cleric) taught Danica and her cousin Sybil the arts of channeling holy magic. Danica excelled in Wind and Trickery magics while Sybil proved to be better with animals and Earth magics, though both proved to be excellent healers, which would serve the guild well. When they were old enough to be a part of the mummers act, the cousins were put in two different branches, but Danica has happy to be put with her older brother with the Volans Vulpes (or Flying Foxes) branch. Though the weapon seen in the picture is a crescent-shaped sythe-like weapon, this is not the case in action. Danica’s real weapon (which doubles as her holy object) is a retractable cross-staff named Orchis Latet (or Hidden Orchid.) When collapsed, Orchis is a relatively short (3 1/2 feet long) staff with intricate runes carved throughout, and in this state can be easily tucked into her belt or even used to quietly bashing in an enemy head, all while shill being able to channel holy magic to heal comrades. When fully extended (achieved by slamming the butt of the staff against a hard surface such as surrounding ground, wall, or tree) Orchis shoots out to its full length of 6 1/4 feet with three, thin, foot-long blades that form a cross at the tip of the staff, making it a light, easy to manipulate, and deadly weapon as well as loyal and trustworthy magical object.
Being the cleric of the Flying Foxes meant that she was usually in charge of major healing, but due to her prowess in acrobatics and Trickery magics, she was also utilized for intelligence-gathering. This being the case, though she was a good, well-trained fighter, she was rarely used for assassination missions. It was on these missions that her brother Oliandrius was most often utilized. He did not care for anyone outside the Chorum Umbra so he did not mind carrying out the messier jobs. Though he was one of the guilds most accomplished assassins, he was also the sloppiest. That is not to say that he left any evidence that could be traced back to the mummers, but he rarely killed only the target, leaving a trail of blood painted by the deaths and injuries of the nameless people he deemed collateral damage. For the most part, Danica did not particularly care about Oliandrius’s growing reputation and track record, but after failing to heal a young human girl who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time during one of the rare assassin missions in which she had accompanied her older brother, she had had enough of her brother’s pitiless actions.
After finding a replacement healer for the Flying Foxes, she was permitted to travel on her own as long as she checked in at one if the Chorum Umbra’s bases or traveling mummers branches at least twice a year in case there was a job that required her services.
While on her way to visit her cousin Sybil, she encounters a half-orc named Sandor, and after just managing to best her giant opponent at a drinking competition, Danica is approached by a tiny human woman named Grass of the Traveling. Grass complemented both Danica and Sandor on their prowess especially after seeing that both the half-elf and half-orc somehow managed to not only retain consciousness, but also some appearance of clarity in their speech and actions. The little human said that she recognized the collapsed staff on her belt as being a magical object through which a cleric could channel holy energy and asked if Danica would mind traveling with her group as they did not have a healer before turning to the massive Sandor and extending the same invitation saying her group could also use more raw muscle. As she was going the same way and she missed the company she’d come to be accustomed to while traveling with the Flying Foxes, Danica agreed, as did Sandor, though she thought he agreed simply because whatever he had been doing before our meeting now bored him. As Danica looked beyond Grass to see who her other new companions would be, the small woman nodded to a cloaked figure in a corner, the glint of metal in an unusual shape in a holster on his hip, then to a half-elf archer, finishing up his dinner with a slightly satisfied look on his face. When Danica turned back to the strange, little woman in front of her, she asked why exactly did they need a healer and a brute, Grass’s lips twitched and revealed a mysterious, knowing smile that was gone in an instant.
"We all make a rather unusual group. In my experience, such groups always find themselves in equally unusual, and often… troublesome situations. It is therefore always better to be prepared, is it not?"