 About Wambua20 pts buy
Role:
ships weapons expert & crew-leader, crossbowman, finesse fighter. No magic (skirmisher) Concept:
Pirate and innate natural scientist with a checkered past. Weapons tinkerer and inventor who nurses a hatred of the sahuagin and his old tribe. Description:
A thin, dark skinned Mwangi male. He wears baggy clothes and a tool-belt adorned with engineering tools. His hair is woven into corn rows and his shirt hangs open, revealing a thin smattering of hair on his chest. Most notable, of course, is the peg leg replacing his left foot. Wambua handles himself with great deftness and agility despite his disability.
Mannerisms:
Wambua has a reserved manner. When approached in times of peace, he seems defensive and quiet. In times of battle, his manner changes to that of a warrior: terse, direct commands that bring clarity to those around him. The change in mannerism is forced, if effective. Build plan:
1st. Weapon Finesse, EWP (ballista (light)) 2nd. Precise Shot (Ranger) 3rd. Deadly Aim 5th. Piranha Strike 6th. Crossbow Master (Ranger) 7th. Siege Engineer 9th. Siege Commander(?) 10th. Improved Precise 11th. Master Siege Engineer Backstory:
The Ombo Tribe of Bonuwat Mwangi are well-known seafarers and slavers from the western Mwangi. The frequently prey upon the other Mwangi, particularly the Ijo tribe, capturing the men and women in raids. They also do a brisk trade in slaves with the inland tribes, purchasing those unlucky souls taken in tribal wars. In turn, the Ombo make a handsome profit selling their countrymen as slaves to unscrupulous countries in the rich Inner Sea. Slaves are also traded to certain groups of monstrous humanoids. To grow up and survive in such a brutal culture demands a certain balance of bravado, intelligence, viciousness. Although Wambua ("Born in the Rain") the Ombo is quite bright and brave, he has no stomach for the wanton cruelty of his tribe. One could attribute this to the machinations of his mother. Wambua rarely saw his father Tsalani as a small child and spent most of his formative years with mother Nafisi in civilized Senghor. Nafaisi worked as a sailmaker in Senghor to supplement the occasional rich gifts to her from Tsalani. She insulated Wambua from most of the realities of the Bonuwat, and instead paid foreign tutors to teach him reading, writing and math. When Tsalani occasionally visited home in drunken fits, Nafisi would shield Wambua from Tsalani's violence, sometimes with her body. As a small child Wambua often enjoyed wandering the streets of Senghor, scrounging parts to fashion clever devices and toys. Under the guidance of tutors, he learned to enjoy the study of maths, stars and botany. Unfortunately for him, the bloody heritage of his kin would not leave him in peace. Tsalani came to claim his son at the age of fourteen, and indoctrinated him into the harsh culture of the Bonuwat. As a cabin boy, he was witness to the many bloody acts of Bonuwat piracy and slaving, and he grew numb to these. Yet, he also grew to love the moods of the sea, and sketching new species from the different islands the crew visited. A smart teenager, Wambuea learned to fake enough bluster and presence to keep his cruel, mocking peers and superiors at bay, but lacked the killers heart. Wambua simply preferred time by himself to think, sketch and build. For the crime of his shyness he was often taunted or preyed upon with nasty pranks, and sometimes simply beat "to teach him courage". It was in his sixteenth year that a great wrong befell Wambua. As is often the case, his tribe was bartering with the Sahuagin of Desolation Bay, trading slaves and loot for fish and magical items. Having grown tired of his strange, reserved ways, his tribesmen decided to gift the Sahuagin with entertainment. While his father was in a drunken stupor, a number of crewmembers seized Wambua and cast him into the waters, where the Sahuagin set sharks upon him. The sharks bit off Wambua's leg, but before they could finish him a lucky Merfolk raid distracted both the Sahuagin and the Ombo. Wambua made an escape to shore in the chaos of the ensuing battle. Once on shore, he managed to bind his wounds and fashion a crude leg for himself. Since then, Wambua has wandered far from his Senghor and his trip. He traveled first to Bloodcove, and from there to Port Peril, visiting many points in-between. Wambua learned to trade passage for his skills as a sailor. Eventually his growing talents for maths and mechanisms blossomed, and he has come to specialize in leading crews using shipboard weapons. This role as a leader did not come easy, but he made some tentative steps to break out of his shell and heal from years of abuse. He started to learn to direct the artillery teams so critical to ship-to-ship combat. To keep the inner demons at bay, he learned to channel the anger of his youth into a rather infectious zest for battle. Still, he nurses a great pain inside. Were he ever to come across slavers, Ombo pirates, or Sahuagin and their pet sharks, it is doubtful that the young man (now 20) would maintain his presence of mind.
Wambua
Special Attacks Freebooter's Bane
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