About LinaLina is a young woman of slight build, with slightly olive skin and features which betray her obvious Varisian heritige. Combat:
Hit Points: 10/13 Speed: Walk 30 ft. Total / Touch / Flat Footed
Fortitude: +1
CMB: +2
Unarmed attack:
Starknife:
Skills:
Skill Total Rnk Stat Msc Acrobatics 5 2.0 4 -1 Appraise 1 0.0 1 0 Bluff 3 0.0 3 0 Climb 0 0.0 1 -1 Craft (Untrained) 1 0.0 1 0 Diplomacy 8 2.0 3 3 Disguise 3 0.0 3 0 Escape Artist 3 0.0 4 -1 Fly 3 0.0 4 -1 Heal 3 2.0 -2 3 - At night 6 - 1 3 Intimidate 3 0.0 3 0 Knowledge (Religion) 5 1.0 1 3 Perception 3 2.0 -2 3 - At night 6 - 1 3 Perform (Untrained) 3 0.0 3 0 Ride 3 0.0 4 -1 Sense Motive 2 1.0 -2 3 - At night 5 - 1 3 Stealth 3 0.0 4 -1 Survival 4 2.0 -2 4 - At night 7 - 1 4 Swim 0 0.0 1 -1 Special Abilities:
Guiding Star Whenever you can see the open sky at night, you can determine your precise location. When the night sky is visible to you, you may also add your Charisma modifier to your Wisdom modifier on all Wisdom-based checks. In addition, once per night while outdoors, you can cast one spell as if it were modified by the Empower Spell, Extend Spell, Silent Spell, or Still spell feat without increasing the spell's casting time or level. Clouded Vision
Favored Class: Oracle
Traits:
Hero Worship (Ameiko) Everyone in town seems to admire Ameiko and Shalelu -they're heroes, after all, and played key roles in the recent troubles that plagued Sandpoint. You, though, take this admiration to a new level - you practically worship Ameiko. This could be because you saw her perform a particularly impressive act of bravery at some point in the past, or maybe she just happened to give you the exact right words of encouragement or a kind gift at some point a few years ago when you were young and impressionable. In any case, you've done your best to emulate Ameiko's talents at spellcasting. You gain a +2 bonus on concentration checks. In addition, you gain a +1 trait bonus on all attack rolls against foes that threaten your hero. Poverty-Stricken
Feats:
Martial Weapon Proficiency (Starknife) You make attack rolls with the selected weapon normally (without the non-proficient penalty) Weapon Finesse
Armor Proficiency, Light
Armor Proficiency, Medium
Simple Weapon Proficiency
Shield Proficiency
Equipment:
Artisan's Outfit, Studded Leather Armor, Waterskin, Cloak of Resistance +1 Backpack (29 lbs.) Bedroll, Winter Blanket, Trail Rations x5, Silk Rope (50ft), Soap Belt Pouch (1.42 lbs.) Total weight carried: 27.5 lbs
Spells:
Level: 0, 1 Known: 7, 4 Per Day: at will, 5 Concentration: +7 Level 0
Detect Magic (Divination)
Guidance (Divination)
Light (Evocation)
Read Magic (Divination)
Spark (Evocation)
Stabilize (Conjuration)
Level 1
Endure Elements (Abjuration)
Cure Light Wounds (Conjuration)
Color Spray (Illusion)
Background:
I was there the day the goblins attacked. Barely 16, I was celebrating the Swallowtail Festival in Sandpoint with my parents, as we did every year, but little did I know how different this year would be. I spent the entire morning loitering near Ameiko’s booth, trying not to get caught staring at the mysterious and beautiful woman while enjoying the fragrant aromas of her cooking. All my life I had watched her in her tavern and wished to be her – courageous, outgoing, fearless - everything I was not. The furthest outside the town I had ever been was the occasional delivery errand for my father to a farm in the hinterlands, but I dreamed of glamorous adventure like Ameiko told in her tales.
All that came crashing down when screams erupted through the crowd and green death cut down my parents before my very eyes. The hideous creatures laughed as blood filled the streets – and all I could do was stand frozen and watch. I was carried away from the town square by the stampeding crowd, and by the time I clawed my way back they were just two lifeless cold dolls as if discarded in the street. I stood there for what seemed like hours lost in despair, having lost everything. Finally I started walking, not knowing where to go, and soon found myself on the road south from Sandpoint. My head was spinning, and images of death and butterflies seared into my mind as I trudged onward into the night. By the time I stumbled into Magnimar, I was ragged, exhausted, hungry, and cursing Desna for my loss. Four years passed like a blur, working odd jobs to keep myself fed, but never staying in one place long, as my hatred of Desna got me thrown out of taverns and inns all across Varisia. It was on the lonely road from Korvosa, on a clear starry night that I was suddenly blinded by a light brighter than the sun. My vision began to clear only slightly, and I saw what looked like a giant butterfly floating in the air above me. A voice spoke to me, “Why must you hold such anger? Desna holds no malice towards you, and never has wronged you. We have clouded your vision that you may one day see clearly. Now go back to your birthplace, where The Great Dreamer has an important role for you.” The darkness of the night returned, and I collapsed in the grass next to the road. When I came to, I felt changed – though my sight was nearly gone, a heavy weight seemed lifted from my heart and I began the long journey back to the home of my childhood. |