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Profile
About Kaeryta
+4 dodge bonus to AC vs. monsters of the giant subtype
Ranged
+1 on ranged attack and damage within 30' +1 on attack rolls vs. humanoid creatures of orc/goblin subtypes
Feats: Point-blank shot Traits: Artifact seeker (campaign, identify 1/day)
Skills:
*+2 to determine price of nonmagical goods containing precious metals/gemstones
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Undercommon Special Abilities:
Protection domain
Travel domain
Spells prepared (example list) Spells/day: 3|2+1 Orisons: detect magic, guidance, resistance 1st level: bless, shield of faith, sanctuary (domain) Equipment (140 gp starting)
Spoiler:
Worn:
Holy symbol, wooden (1 gp) Explorer's outfit (--) Warhammer (12 gp, 5 lbs) Light crossbow (35 gp, 4 lbs) Crossbow bolts, 20 (2 gp, 2 lb) Scale mail (50 gp, 30 lbs) [+5 AC, ACP -4] Buckler (15 gp, 5 lbs) [+1 AC, ACP -1] Backpack (2 gp, 2 lbs)
Belt pouch (1 gp, 1/2 lb)
Total weight carried: 62.5 lbs, medium load (ACP -3) Background/Appearance/Personality Spoiler:
Age: 67 yrs (Born on Vault Day, 6 Abadius) Height: 4'2" Weight: 153 lbs Short brown hair, large brown eyes and fair skin. Born on an auspicious day to a powerful family, Kaeryta was destined for a bright and comfortable future in the dwarven Sky Citadel of Janderhoff. Gladly, without the slightest hesitation, she embraced her mother's suggestion to become a priest of Abadar upon reaching adulthood -- determined to serve her family, clan and community with strong faith and solid heart. So it was that her heart was shattered when she found herself falling in love with her younger sister's betrothed, Padrym. Unable to bear the shame of betraying her sister Morstra, even in thought and desire only, she proclaimed that she had fallen under the wanderlust that sometimes comes upon the faithful of Abadar and departed her homeland in a self-imposed exile. The day she could no longer see Janderhoff from the road, she cut off her gloriously thick and shiny locks until her scalp was nearly bare, burning the tresses as an offering to Abadar and a plea for a purified spirit. The same day, she made a vow and a promise: when her hair had grown long enough to fall in a braid below her waist, she could return home -- and not before. That was five years ago, and her hair has only just begun to tickle her shoulders once more. Yet she has discovered in that time that despite her longing for home, she really does find joy in exploring the unknown and meeting new people. The Pathfinder Society has offered her a new home, a new purpose, and a new hope for reclaiming honor. |
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