About Katarina TzvanaKatarina
Familiar:
Caine
Male Compsognathus (Bestiary 2) N Tiny animal Init +6; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +2 natural, +2 size) hp 8 (2 HD) Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +3 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 40 ft., swim 20 ft. Melee bite +3 (1d3–1 plus poison) Space 2-1/2 ft.; Reach 0 ft. -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 8, Dex 15, Con 14, Int 6, Wis 11, Cha 5 Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 9 Feats Improved Initiative Skills Perception +5, Swim +10 -------------------- Ecology -------------------- Environment temperate or warm forests or plains Organization solitary, pair, or pack (5–20) Treasure none -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Empathic Link (Ex) Improved Evasion (Ex) Poison (Ex) Bite—injury; save Fort DC 12; frequency 1/round for 4 rounds; effect 1d2 Str; cure 1 save. Share Spells Equipment:
41 gp. 15 sp. 6 cp. current gold. (180 gp. starting gold). 22 lbs. current load (23 lbs. light load / 26 lbs. light load with Masterwork Backpack)
Masterwork Backpack (+1 Str carrying capacity only) (50gp, 4lbs.)
Personal History:
Katarina never knew her parents, they died when she was too young to remember. The only thing she knows is that, for some reason, Koya Mvashti adopted her and cared for her as a loving mother would ever since. For her, she is just her mother, nothing more and nothing less about it, and she loves her deeply.
She spent her childhood in Sandpoint, and it was a very happy, if rather uneventful, period of her life. When she was a bit older, Koya started to bring her along in some of her caravan travels around Varisia, and she liked that immensely. In those travels, she saw many wonders of Varisia, remains of old monuments of the Thassilonian age, and she visited grand cities (they seemed grand and magnificent to her young and easily excited self at least) like Riddleport, Magnimar and Korvosa. It was indeed during her, to date, one and only visit of Korvosa that she met her destiny. A great parade was being held in the city streets, to celebrate some kind of successful raiding expedition in a far away land. Between the precious items, the colorful silks and a few unfortunate slaves being marched in the street, there were a few odd small animals held in rusty iron cages to be shown for people amusement. Young Katarina gazed wide-eyed on the whole thing, and when the slow carriage with the small cages approached, she felt it. She would never be able to describe exactly what happened in those few moments, but it changed her life forever. One of those strange little animals, laid down in it's cage with a sad expression in its eyes, suddenly bolted to his feet, turned towards the little girl and yelped loudly, with pure joy. Like a tidal wave, knowledge flowed in her mind, and her talent awoke.
Having lived in Sandpoint all her life, Katarina is quite well known in town, and for her part she knows almost everyone as well. Furthermore, while the young girl can count many friends among the town's people, she has developed very close ties with a selected few, with Ameiko Kaijitsu, the owner of the local tavern 'The Rusty Dragon Inn', being the most prominent.
Now almost of age, Katarina aches for true adventure and excitement beyond the walls of her quiet little hometown. Physical Description:
Young and pretty, Katarina keeps her shiny black hair free to cascade behind her in long waves. Pale skin, hazel eyes and delicate features all add to her appearance. She stands just under 5 feet tall, and is quite sensitive about her height. She especially hates negative comments about her stature, insults towards her family and friends, manifest misogyny and senseless acts of cruelty versus people or animals. She loves old stories and lore about forgotten lands and mysteries and sharing them with friends.
Always eager to help others and explore new and exotic places, she would love nothing better than to live the adventurer's life, full of wonder and excitement... A vision perhaps a bit too naive about what a life on the road would be truly like, as her friends tend to point out from time to time. |
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