 About Wanda Wonka------------------ -
You are particularly adept with your racial spell-like abilities, and as child you quickly learned how dancing lights and ghost sound could be used to amuse your friends and fool your elders. This natural talent for illusion continued as you grew older, and before long you were being offered training in more advanced figments and glamers.Benefit: You gain a +1 trait bonus to your caster level when determining the duration, range, and area of all spells from the illusion school. Agent of Chance You can change the fortunes of others, typically for the best.Benefit: Once a day, when an adjacent ally makes a skill check and doesn’t like the result, you can allow him a reroll as an immediate action. Your ally must take the result of the reroll, even if it is worse than the original roll.
Poison Resistance: A vishkanya has a racial bonus on saving throws against poison equal to its Hit Dice. Keen Senses: Vishkanyas receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks.
Low-Light Vision: Vishkanyas can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light. Poison Use: Vishkanyas are skilled in the use of poison and never accidentally poison themselves when using or applying poison. Toxic: A number of times per day equal to his Constitution modifier (minimum 1/day), a vishkanya can envenom a weapon that he wields with his toxic saliva or blood (using blood requires the vishkanya to be injured when he uses this ability). Applying venom in this way is a swift action. Vishkanya Venom: Injury; save Fort DC 10 + 1/2 the vishkanya's Hit Dice + the vishkanya's Constitution modifier; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Dex; cure 1 save. Weapon Familiarity: Vishkanyas are always proficient with blowguns, kukri, and shuriken. --------------------
Level 1
Malevolent spirits follow you wherever you go, causing minor mishaps and strange occurrences (such as unexpected breezes, small objects moving on their own, and faint noises). Effect Retrieving any stored item from your gear requires a standard action, unless it would normally take longer. Any item you drop lands 10 feet away from you in a random direction. Add mage hand and ghost sound to your list of spells known. Legalistic The shackles of Hell impose savage consequences should you violate a covenant, but also imbue you with remarkable guile. Effect Whenever you break your word (either purposefully or unintentionally), you become sickened for 24 hours or until you meet your obligation, whichever comes first. However, once per day, you can make a vow to yourself that grants a +4 morale bonus on any one roll you make while trying to fulfill a promise made to another individual.
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Wanda hugs her knees as she sits in a corner murmuring incoherently to herself. Recalling her dark memories.... It's your turn next girl ahahaha!! A half naked man rolls off the bed revealing a naked woman lying on the bed. You mother ain't half that bad. Now let's check you out. No!! Not my daughter Shut up B**ch!! The hairy chested fat man whipped out a dagger and gutted the naked woman. As the woman coughed blood as her intestines started dropping out she cursed and whispered to her daughter. Revenge me... Wanda cried as the large obese men lifted her off the feet and threw her onto the bed despite her screams and resistance. Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle .... Wanda took out a locket of a photo of her mother as she cried. A large man lay at her feet snoring away as his companions lie on the floor giggling and laughing mesmerized in a world of their own. Wanda thanked Desna for the chance for revenge. It is sweet. After the rape, Wanda was left for dead on the streets of Cheliax. The man who raped her was a Cheliaxian Lord. A traveling troupe came across her and a woman took her in upon seeing her broken form. Her name was Infrit Sovehand, a local clown and jester and also a magician in her own rights. Magic of illusion, that's what people pay to watch anyway. They pay money to see things unbelievable, they seek not to believe what they see but yet the mystery of the unbelievable is made believable to them. Such is the promiscuity of the human mind. And that is what Wanda grew up and thrived in. Remembering her mother's last words..... Revenge Me... She removed the blowdart containing the sleep venom from the fat man's neck. As he stirred from his slumber, he screamed as Wanda gutted his guts and sliced off his penis. She picks up the severed manhood and thrusted it into his mouth as he choked on his own penis. Satisfied, Wanda smiled and left the room. Razzle Dazzle Razzle Dazzle.... Time to seek all Cheliaxian Man for their sins. Wanda grew up in a community in the city, Cheliax. The Vishkanya tribe lived in relative peace for a long time in a section of abandoned sewers near the waterfront selling and making poison -- they would venture to the surface every few days and hold a market for rare trading goods and poisons they had made. Wanda’s father was especially fond of poison concoction. It was said that Wanda must have had some talent in her, the way she handled the mixtures of these poisons. However it is not these talents that interest her but her dreams invoke emotions within her. Every night she dreams of a purple hued butterfly flying around a scene. It could be a scene where the streets of Chelexia burns or recently a dream where the butterfly landed on the dead body of her father. Each day when she wake, she would question those dreams. Wanda also noticed that only to her eyes, she can see ghostly butterflies fluttering around her as they interfered of interacted with her daily life. Sometimes she dreams of an event happening to a stranger, it could be a vision of a lady buying her poison for rats and each day when she wakes, a certain Deja Vu happens as the exact same scene would happen and if she do not do as what she sees in the dreams would feel nauseated until she fulfills it. All these dreams made her worry that her worst fears might come true...death of her father.. As she grew older, Wanda found herself dreaming lesser and lesser and eventually came to a stop. She is relieved and instead focus her attention to the playground that was civilization. Exploring the metropolis above, she observed the nuances of city life with a sort of guarded contempt -- not because he was jealous of their life’s complicated and unpredictable opportunities, nor because she felt entitled in her own, structured existence. Rather, she merely watched and observed, and eventually decided that she could do everything they were doing on the surface, and probably do it better. She learned the ropes of social interactions by eavesdropping and paying close attention to the locals everywhere they went -- eventually, he began making friends. Because of her race's charismatic talent, she learned to adapt to and fit in with the new culture very quickly, and soon spent almost more time above ground than below. Wanda began frequenting taverns and city markets near the waterfront, where she felt most comfortable. It was here that she was introduced to a group of poor, young riff raff who quickly adopted her. Unfortunately, peaceful times with friends on the waterfront didn’t last: an especially brutal merchants quarrel broke out one particularly rough year for the market between the Chelexian merchants, and Cheliax’s waterfront became something of a underground battleground. Wanda and her friends were soon picked up by a powerful merchant, Cain Deckerman, who offered them good pay to serve as footsoldiers in the new, bloody, and illegal war. When her friends accepted this chance for fortune and glory, Wanda, who now felt at home with the gang, followed suit. Wanda found that she was not particularly suited to the open warfare skirmishes that broke out every once in a while, but rather served better gathering information about the enemy’s goals, movements, and, most importantly, their product shipments. She also discovered her innate proficiency to magic and learned illusion magic from the merchant's Hedge Magician and got herself aligned with the mysteries of the Heaven. After several months of magic training, formal instruction on the art of poisons, and even more standard schooling, Wanda had been sculpted into a powerful tool for Cain’s uses. The war was not going well, however, and several of Wanda’s friends had succumbed to the battlefield. The Cheliax community was becoming ever more divided, and the city itself was beginning to take sides among the battling merchants. To end the war, Cain charged Wanda's to use her most powerful poison to silenced off the opposition leader. Remembering her father's unique venom, she stole it and deployed it through a blowgun as it silently struck the Chelexian merchant in the neck on one of his morning walks. Thus the war ended as Cain emerged victorious, however the Chelexian merchant she killed was associated with the Aspis Consortium as they seek to find the killer. Tracking the unique composition of the poison, they found that it is linked to the Vishkanya community beneath the city as they send the guard and killed all of them. Enraged, Wanda approached Cain for his help in deploying the troop to defend her family. Instead, she was ambushed during the meeting by the Aspis Consortium and arrested. Cain just shrugged and remarked. No offence it's just business and it's the Aspis Consortium we are talking about. They promised me a few trade offers i cannot turn down... you are not good for business. It's the Cheliaxian way. When she saw the corpse of her father as she was dragged away, Deja Vu hits her like a wall of bricks as she knew her nightmare has just came to pass. Filled with hatred towards Cain and the Cheliaxian ways, Wanda was thrown into prison and sentenced to life imprisonment. After 5 years in the prison, Wanda has grown used to her life in the prison. Her dreams began to return and she gave in to it totally this time. One night in a dream, she dream that the butterfly spoke to her. The butterfly told her that she is Desna and that she is favored by her. She ask if she is willing to be her oracle and Wanda accepted. Desna moved the wheel of fate. One night on a full moon, a certain spell came over the entire prison as the inmates and guards all fell into a deep slumber, Wanda saw the familiar ghostly butterflies fluttering on each sleeping form as the gate clicked open. Go now my child and embrace your destiny...seek to end your pain. Recognizing it as the voice of Desna her deity, Wanda walked out her cell with the aid of a mesmerized guard as she fades into the shadows of the once familiar street... |
