About Corvus Kubaryi ROTRL
Human Barbarian 1
CG Medium humanoid
Init +2; Senses Perception +5
Defense 15, Flat-footed 14
HP 36/36 Vigor 36 Wound points 26/26
• Greatsword +5 (2d6+9, 19-20/x2)
• Power attack Mwk Greatsword +10 (2d6+6, 19-20/x2)
Str 18 (+4) Dex 10 (+0) Con 14 (+2)
Int 14 (+2) Wis 12 (+1) Cha 13 (+1)
BAB +1 CMB +5 CMD +15
Climb +5, Intimidate +9, Knowledge (nature) +6, Perception +5, Profession (cook) +2, Survival +5, Swim +5
Common, Elven, Hafling
Barbarian Weapon and Armour
Carrying capacity 100/200/300
PP 0 GP tbc SP tbc
Combat Gear: Greatsword (Carried), Hide (Worn)
Gear: Backpack (Carried), Clothes (Worn)
Backpack contains: Saffron, Salt, Ginger, Holy Symbol (Wooden), Pepper, Artisans cooking tools, masterwork, Cardomon, Peppercorns, Nutmeg, Garlic, Turmeric
Statistics whilst raging
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: Black (in braids)
Dominant Hand: Right
Speech style: Slow and lyrical
Corvus is tall and athletic and has a thing for dragon-hide armor. She carries a magnificent two-handed greatsword and her back-pack is bulging with an assortment of weapons she's picked up on her travels.
She's travelled much of the jungle wilderness and seen many ruins that locals have deemed taboo to approach.
Corvus is a no-nonsense sort of person. She enjoys cooking above anything else and she has a love for animals.
She has learned the hard way to live off the land and can go days without seeing another sole - her cooking and own thoughts keeping her company.
A transformationn overtakes Corvus when she is forced to fight. She enters what appears to her to be a tranquil zone - where her actions are honed for combat. Yet to outsiders, she appears in a terrible rage and few would dare risk confronting her in a one-on-one fight.
She sees herself as a wanderer that is destined to protect those who simply seek to explore. She believes in a greater good and will do whatever it takes to uphold that ideal.
Corvus was born into the Bekyar people. These are the least known of the Mwangi tribes. Known for being tall and fierce, they are slavers by trade. A tomboy from an early age (she was never spared from the beatings of the bullies just because she was a girl), her family saw an advantage in an arranged marriage once she reached the age of womanhood to a powerful slaver who was reputed to have many wives.
Corvus inwardly rebelled at the idea but out of respect for her family agreed to the marriage.
At the first port she was able to, she ran away. On her travels, she came to hide her Bekyar ancestry as it provoked nothing but a negative reaction from everyone she met.
Then came the fateful day she killed her first man. She saw a young white woman being manhandled and knew they were going to rape her. She reacted instinctively, entering into what she later referred to as, 'the zone.' In one sense she was filled with a powerful rage to act. In another, she was entirely at peace and able to channel her energies into beating the first man to death with her bare hands. His partner fled.
The young woman turned out to be a follower of Desna, exploring the wilderness 'as her dreams had told her to.' She explained that in her dream, she had been told she would find the most beautiful butterfly in this land. The woman gasped as she saw the birthmark on Corvus' upper right arm - a perfectly formed butterfly.
The woman gave Corvus a wooden symbol of Dresna and simply asked her to continue to protect travellers and to help people fulfil their dreams.
Corvus has kept moving from that day - helping where she can - and truly becoming familiar with that zone she enters when combat is necessary. Corvus hasn't kept record of how many she's killed - but she firmly believes that each one is merited.