Helia Twistharn


Helia Twistharn is beautiful, shapely tiefling woman with two long twisting horns, solid gold eyes, shining yellow hair, and skin the color of wet terracotta. She is 22 years old and was raised in the small farming village of Rosehip, by a kindly human peasant couple, who being unable to have children prayed that Pelor might give them a child. Their prayers were heard and one night they awoke to the sound of a baby crying on their doorstep. Miria and Jasper always viewed her as a blessing and found her to be a dutiful and industrious daughter, though many others of the village considered her a curse. To avoid the scorn of the villagers, Helia would do many of her chores at night. She grew accustomed to the darkness. Had Helia been entirely alone, the unfeeling prejudice of her neighbors could have easily hardened her gentle spirit, but Jasper and Miria nurtured her innate kindness and she, oft referred to as “the demon foundling”, was able to make a few friends. Nell, the daughter of a drunkard, and Tom the blacksmith’s son were her two only companions. They didn’t seem to notice her horns or pointed teeth and for that she loved them both from the bottom of her heart.

Years passed and she grew from a shy little girl into a dreamy young woman that yearned for adventure and romance. Many courting seasons came and went with none of the local men showing any serious interest, with the exception of Murvil Dinkins the hogreeve from the nearby village of Snittlegarth. That night her father insisted that she go to the Onion Festival Dance. He argued that it was not right for a girl her age to sit at home alone, unhappy and unmarried when all the young men of the county were gathered just a stone’s throw away. Helia gathered her courage, put on her best dress determined that she would at the very least have a enjoyable evening with her two closest friends Nell and Tom. Buoyed by the joyous music, Helia flirted and danced, however her merrimaking was short lived.

A lantern, drunkenly overturned by the honorable Mister Dinkins, transformed the ancient silk of the festival tent into a canopy of flames. As the massive tent began to collapse, Helia shielded Tom and Nell from the hungry flames, but try as she might she could not find a way out. As the heat and smoke finally began to take its toll and she could drag her friends no further a brilliant light enveloped them. She quailed, falling to her knees and attempting to shield her nocturnal eyes from the light that seemed to pierce the entirety of her being. A mighty voice rang out, echoing in her mind washing over her like the ocean swallows a grain of sand. “DO NOT TURN AWAY - FOR I AM THE LIGHT. I AM THE SUN. DO NOT FEAR THE SUN MY CHILD - FOR IT IS MADE OF FIRE.” In her heart, the great God whispered gently. With divine strength Helia rose and a path was made open to her, allowing her to gather up all those still left in the blaze. None perished and the wounded healed quickly, becoming stronger than before.

Though she had saved them both, a new and unfamiliar fear crept into their eyes and Helia understood then that the sweet, carefree days they had shared were gone forever. The villagers’ hostility was transformed into an uncanny awe that Helia found to be much more uncomfortable. She remained in the village long enough oil her father’s rusty hauberk and to see Nell and Tom married at the altar of Pelor. Her mother Miria wept, loaded her down with food and gave her the 63 gold pieces that had been set aside for her dowry. Jasper gave her a blessing and a carved staff and Helia set off to the city of Rosedale, determined to do Pelor’s work.

Character Summary
Helia Twistharn - Level 1
Tiefling, Invoker (Covenant of Preservation)
Fire Resistance

STR 12 CON 12 DEX 13 INT 14 WIS 16 CHA 14

AC: 16 Fort: 12 Ref: 13 Will:14
HP: 22 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 5

Diplomacy +7, Endurance +5, Insight +8, Religion +7

Acrobatics +0, Arcana +2, Athletics +0, Bluff +4, Dungeoneering +3, Heal +3, History +2
Intimidate +2, Nature +3, Perception +3, Stealth +2, Streetwise +2, Thievery +0

Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Tiefling Racial Power: Infernal Wrath
Invoker Attack 1: Avenging Light
Invoker Attack 1: Sun Strike
Invoker Attack 1: Blades of Astral Fire
Invoker Attack 1: Purging Flame
Invoker Feature 1: Rebuke Undead
Covenant of Preservation Power: Preserver's Rebuke

+1 Astral Fire
Ritual Caster

Brew Potion
Hand of Fate

Ritual Book
Basic Clothing
Adventurer's Kit
Sling Bullets (40)
Trail Rations (10)
Common Meal (5)

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