Mikeli Kali

Dagger Dancer of Oldar Yurdu

Race: Human (No Defects) Gender: Female Height: 4’8" Weight: 120lb
Class: Rogue Level: 3 Age: 16 Alignment: CG
STR: 11 DEX: 17 CON: 13 INT: 17 WIS: 14 CHA: 11
HP: 18 AC: 16 (3 Dex 3 Arm) Skill Points: 72 MP:18
Attacks Bonus Damage Crit
Tooth (Shortsword) +5 1d6 19-20/x2
Nail (Dagger) +5 1d4 19-20/x2
Feats: Weapon Finesse Combat Expertise Dodge

Mikeli was not born in Oldar Yurdu. In fact, she wasn’t even born in Zerzura. She was born to a poor farm family in the region of Talluvia. The family farm was too far from the holy cities, but moving would take resources the family didn’t have. So they struggled to move their meager produce from their rural areas to the larger city of Babylon, in hopes of grinding out a decent living for themselves.

Mikeli, the unplanned offspring, was not unwanted, but was definitely a strain the poor family could not afford. As a Child, Mikeli was mischievous and adventurous, Often disappearing for hours at a time within the city walls while her parents were trying to sell their produce. On occasion, the family would travel to the desert city of Oldar Yurdu to sell their wares, as it was for the most part the same distance away from them as Babylon, but had fewer food merchants traveling through, and therefore more demand for the food they offered.

Mikeli loved the desert from the moment she stepped foot on the sand for the first time. She’d chase lizards over the Dunes and build castles in the sand, burrowed into the cracks in the dry earth. But mostly she loved how differently everyone seemed to act and dress. She didn’t realize that heat had something to do with it when she was young. All she knew as that she and her parents had stepped into a magical land very different from her own. The Gods sure created some amazing things.

But the gods also did some scary things as well. When Mikeli was 10 years old, her parents both became very sick. They made the travel to the city of Oldar Yurdu, to sell what little they had, and because the healing services tended to be less expensive there. However, they did not spend their profit on healing themselves, but rather, on a rite which would guarantee that their daughter, who had not begun to show signs of the disease yet, would not catch it. They died before making the return trip to the farm.

Mikeli, having always loved Oldar Yurdu anyway, and having no way to run the farm on her own, stayed in the dry city that she had always fantasized living in. But of course, the reality was much harsher. Life was hard in Oldar Yurdu, and there were none around to carry her weight or to offer coin to sate her begging. So she began taking things without asking.

That was when she met the priest of Gifrilt, who brought her to the deity. The being frightened Mikeli at first, but his kindly ways and the way they provided for her eased her grief and distrust, and in time she found the god as someone she enjoyed spending time with. As she continued to roam the city pulling pranks rather than thieving, she would sneak (past the priest directly into the god’s own chambers) to tell him about her exploits.

As she aged, she began attracting attention for her attractiveness, and her skillful movements, but it was the wrong sort of attention. She found employ with one of the desert tribesmen who frequented the city, who taught her to dance as a distraction so that his young thieves could pick pockets in the crowd. His name was Tuyon. These Shows are what gave her the name “The Dagger Dancer of Oldar Yurdu” to some. Although the title is a less than fortuitous one.

Tuyon was not unkind to the young men and women under his employ, but he was not kind either. As the time went on, he became infatuated with the young women he’d kept fed, and solicited them for favors. Sometimes against their will. Their relationship was strictly business, which meant that Mikeli had no qualms with telling Gifrilt himself everything that had happened.

On her own again, but more knowledgeable and skillful, the Dagger Dancer took to the streets with her skill, dancing for money, but also playing a dangerous game. The cocky men who braved the dry wastes thirsted for sport, and she would often bait them into timed combat. Contestants had one minute to hit her with whatever weapon they wished. All she had were her daggers and her wits against them.

Mikeli Kali

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