Tirr'da Beaufort

• Animals
• Parties
• Showing off
• Generally hanging out
• Wandering
• Jewelry

• The undead
• Pushy people
• Being tied down
• Messy places
• Silence
• Animal death

• Gentle Repose - Tirr'da places copper pieces on the eyes of a corpse, making sure they cannot be resurrected or rot for the next ten days.
• Revivify - She touches a creature that's died within the last minute, bringing it back to life in a weak state. This technically isn't making more undead because it's just, like, healing them.
• Blight - Necromatic energy washes over a target, draining it of both vitality and moisture. Plants with Blight cast upon them wither and die.

• Path to the Grave - Tirr'da can mark a creature for death, making the next blows against it mortally wounding. Wee Jas doesn't care about hurrying things closer to death, so this is also fine.

Most of Tirr'da's early life was been spent working in their parents' travelling circus as an acrobat and cortonist. Although they enjoyed the work; constantly moving, meeting new people, performing to the delight of others; it was never terribly fulfilling. They felt as though they had some greater purpose, and though they were able to try a great many things in their travels - alchemy, different sorts of art, small time political work - nothing quite clicked.

Until they stopped at a small village deep in the woods surrounding Neverwinter. A small group of devout Wee Jas worshippers stayed there, keeping to themselves until Tirr'da had wandered up to ask what was going on. She was led away to be properly introduced to the religion, and something about it just connected. Whether it was the style, the domain, or just some call by a greater power, Tirr'da was drawn to it. She was quickly inducted in, though her tight travel schedule meant that she didn't really get proper training to become a cleric. This mostly means that she's winging things wherever she goes, but so long as Wee Jas isn't striking her down, she's probably doing something right.

They've since the circus to travel as a full-time cleric, trying (and usually failing) to spread the word of the Ruby Sorceress. Again, they don't really care - Wee Jas hasn't voiced any displeasure and they get to wander around, so win-win. Their holy symbol being a brick of ruby in the shape of a skull at least helps them get attention in new places.

• Tirr'da will never say where they got their holy symbol.
• They're the oldest of three, with one younger brother and one younger sister.
• Despite not training in a while, they're still good at flips and twisting himself into a pretzel.
• He can play the lute, sort of.
• Wee Jas hasn't yet directly communicated with them - as far as Tirr'da knows, that's normal.