[AP] Jade Regent (Inactive)

Game Master Jason Lillis

Mi'isha Kam

Female Tiefling Inquisitor(Preacher) 1
NG Medium Native Outsider (Tiefling)

Init +3 (+5 if not surprised); Senses Darkvision (60); Perception +8 (+6 for Surprise)

Defense
AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +3 dex, +1 nat. armor)
HP 9 (8 base + 1 con)
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +4

Offense
Speed 30 ft.

Melee Dagger [+1 hit (0 BAB + 1 str), 1d4+1 dam]
Ranged Longbow (<= 30') [+4 hit (0 BAB + 3 dex + 1 Point Blank), 1d8+1 dam]
Ranged Longbow [+3 hit (0 BAB + 3 dex), 1d8 dam]

Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1) - darkness (1/day)

Spells Known (CL 1)
1st (2/day) – divine favor, deadeye's lore
0th (at will) – create water, guidance, light, brand

Statistics
Str 12, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14

Feats Martial Weapon Proficiency
Class Features Domain (Animal/Feather), Judgement (1/day), Monster Lore (+2)
Racial Traits Scaled Skin, Skilled, Prehensile Tail
Traits Friend of the Family, Fate's Favored, Beast Bond
Drawbacks Sentimental
Skills Climb +0, Handle Animal +5, Intimidate +5, Knowledge(Nature) +6, Knowledge(Religion) +6, Perception +8 (+6 vs surprise), Ride +3, Sense Motive +7, Stealth +8, Survival +6, Swim +0
Languages Common, Infernal, Varisian, Orc
Proficiencies Simple Weapons, X-bows, Longbow, Light Armor, Medium Armor
SQ

Combat Gear Studded Leather, Longbow, Dagger, Quiver (100 arrows)
Other Gear [Inquisitor's Kit] Backpack, Bedroll, belt pouch, candles (10), holy text (cheap), flint and steel, iron pot, manacles, mess kit, rope, soap, spell component pouch, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), waterskin, holy symbol of Erastil (wooden), Explorer's Outfit

Mi'isha appears as a young human woman in her late twenties with pale skin, red eyes, and hair somewhere between blonde and auburn in color. Besides her red eyes, her extra-planar heritage manifests in a pair of curved horns crowning her head and a long whip-like tail protruding from her back-side. Her young appearance belies her true age, which is now over one hundred years.

When visiting towns, she prefers to wear a long, hooded cloak to avoid unecessarily drawing attention to her heritage. She's been luckier than most tieflings with regards to her dealings with others, and she's earned no small measure of respect in the surrounding areas when she took up her father's mantle. Nevertheless, she's aware that there are those out there who would not hesitate to judge her based on her heritage.

Along with her cloak, she usually travels prepared for dealing with wild animals or fugitives, and wears leather armor and carries a longbow for hunting either.

Personality

Mi'isha generally presents a stoic and distant persona to those she deals with from day to day. Due to this, most of the people who deal with her consider to be unemotional and detached. The truth, however, is that her stoicism is a facade she's developed over the years as she's watched her friends age and pass away one by one. She views her relative immortality as a curse, and often spends time remeniscing about friends and loved ones from days long ago.

Background Story Synopsis

Mi'isha knows nothing of her parents. She was found abandoned in the woods as an infant by a priest of Erastil, Seris, who happened to be travelling through at the time. Despite showing obvious signs of her infernal heritage, he took pity on the poor child and adopted her. Her earliest memories were of time spent in his cabin when he was around. Her childhood was a simple but happy one. Seris lived out a ways from Sandpoint and only had visitors when there were problems there or in one of the nearby villages or farms. Despite the occasional visitor's odd glance at Mi'isha's horns and tail, she was mostly ignored, likely due to the respect the people of the area had for Seris.

As she became older, she was given freedom to wander the woods during the day by her foster father. In her wanderings she encountered many of the children of Sandpoint who came out from time to time to play or avoid their parents. While some of the children taunted or harassed her, she was able to make several friends, including Niska Mvashti, a young girl about Mi'isha's age. The two became fast friends and were seemingly inseperable.

When she came of age, Mi'isha was given the opportunity to follow her father around in his travels. Seris was a Warden, a follower of Old Deadeye who acts as a guardian for the surrounding communities and farms. The wardens duties included tracking down those who break the laws of the various communities they watch over, ensuring that the wild animals of the region were kept in check, and acting as mediators in disputes between villagers or farmers. While Seris made sure not to bring Mi'isha along when there might be danger, she still managed to accompany him on quite a few journies, during which she learned much about life in the towns and the wilderness around Sandpoint.

As the years passed by, Mi'isha slowly took over her father's duties bit by bit, finally taking the mantle completely when he was too old to travel himself. When she wasn't travelling, she would visit Niska, who was like a sister to her. When Niska was married, Mi'isha was present front-and-center at the ceremony, which caused something of a stir in Sandpoint. Similarly, when Niska gave birth to her daughter Koya, she named Mi'isha her godparent, an honor which she happily accepted. As the two girls aged, it became clear that Mi'isha was no longer aging as a human would. The passing of her foster father, and the growing age disparity between Mi'isha and Niska stressed her greatly, and she in turn lost herself in her duties as a warden, expanding the area she watched over significantly. While she still made an effort to visit from time to time, watching her friend continue to grow older saddened Mi'isha greatly.

Several months ago, while stopping in a town near Sandpoint, she recieved word that Niska's health was declining and that she might not have much time left. Rushing back to Sandpoint, Mi'isha made arrangements for another warden to take over her duties, and she began visiting with Niska regularly to make up for lost time. During these visits Niska asked her to stay in Sandpoint for the next year, and to watch over Koya should anything happen in that time.

In the months after Niska's passing, Mi'isha has spent time getting to know Koya, the two trading memories of a woman they cared for greatly.

Indeed I have.

In addition to a bunch of games that ended due to the withdrawal of the GM, I'm I'm currently involved in a half-dozen campaigns (none of which are Jade Regent) -- some are just starting, some I've joined in as a replacement player, and three that I've been in for years now.

2. What is your Time Zone

Eastern (GMT -5)

3. How often do you think you will be able to post per day?

Well, during the week, I can guarantee 1 post a day -- and often, I can do more, assuming there are things to react to and, of course, how much downtime I have -- I do most of my posting between 9am and 4pm as a result of having the sort of job where I often need to take a bit of time to reboot my brain, and I find participating in RPGs is a good way to do that.

On weekends, I can definitely post once, also. If you're aboslutely looking for a 100% guarantee of posting at least once *every* Saturday and Sunday, I can't promise that.

And, on occasion, I'll take a vacation with the family, but I'll always give a few weeks notice, as well as posting a "Ok, this is my last post 'til I get back" sort of thing.

4. I'm thinking of a fish, which one?

It's a red herring!

2. Eastern Time in the U.S. with lots of sun or rain. Sometimes I pray for shade but I don't expect it.

3. At least once a day, normally a few times a day, and currently a lot per day. Don't hold me to the last bit sense it may change.

4. Carp, if forced into a narrower field then the most well known type of carp which is the goldfish. Yes I looked it up on wiki.

Variel is 10 years younger than Shalelu(appearing about 2 years younger than her) in the village of Crying Leaf, a place he never really cared for. When he was a baby, his father was slain by a bugbear assassin. He was too young to remember his father. He did remember his stepfather, who was a human, but also disappeared too at some point. Variel was old enough to remember this and since then, Variel had become rather detached from the outside world. His sister attempted to bring him to Sandpoint with her after the death of their mother, but rather than stick with his sister, he retreated into the woods. Variel went back to live with the elves in the Mierani forest, where his sister would often visit to check up. As he was growing up, it was apparent that he was…different from other people. His head was constantly in the clouds. He often muttered things to himself and even claimed privately to hear voices in his head. Variel never felt quite right around other elves. Even the ones in tune with nature as his sister found him a little odd. He came to have a great love of plant life, and made a little private section for himself in the woods. In Variel’s little ‘garden’ all the plants bloomed in the comparison to the other plants around them. The others said he was blessed with the power to bring life to the forests. One day, he was sitting by a great oak, and he noticed that it appeared one of the saplings had arms and legs and was walking around. He befriended the tree creature. Naming him “Favorite Tree” (although he claims the name sounds much better in elven). This sapling treant became Variel’s only true friend. He met few others. He lacked the attention span for serious study or the patience to become a sentry, but this treant which followed him around attracted the attention of a circle of druids. They taught him of their methods of combat and the tenants of the Green Faith. They told him that the voices in his head were actually the spirits trying to guide him. The Circle came to be closer family than his own family. Despite this, he felt the same wanderlust his sister felt and often asked his sister about the adventuring life. Variel struggled with the decision to leave or not, but one night, the decision was made for him. The Circle disappeared. He feared the worst, and headed towards the human town his sister kept mentioning: Sandpoint. By that point he hadn't seen her in years. Variel wandered into the town unwashed, unkempt with a confused look in his bloodshot eyes. Variel gathered that his older sister was making the journey to some far off human land. With his druid circle gone, he lacked direction, but knew he wanted to see the world and this distant land in the east piqued his curiosity. The two siblings agreed that it would be better if they traveled together rather than Variel going off alone.

‘Favorite Tree’: This sapling treant is perhaps Variel’s only friend from a young age. The treant is extremely loyal, and willing to fight to protect those who need protecting. Sometimes it makes clicking noises that Variel claims to understand. It’s about 4 ft high with a smooth tan bark, masses of crooked twirling branches for arms and legs and its leaves change seasonally. The creature is always willing to use the momentum from the movement of others and the winds when it fights and moves.

Sapling Treant

Starting Statistics

Size Medium; Speed 30 ft., climb 30 ft.; AC +1 natural armor; Attack 2 slams (1d6);
Ability Scores Str 15, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 7;
Special Qualities double damage against objects, low-light vision.
Feats: Toughness

HP: 6
AC: 11

Appearance: Variel is a young elf with long, messy green hair full of bits of old leaves and fingers stained green from his work with plant life. His hair often blows over his face, so he looks like a pair of big, black eyes peering out of a mass of hair. He's slightly short for an elf with a wiry build and long spindly limbs. He wears a hooded cloak over the mass of hides he wears for protection and carries a polearm such as a spear or scythe in his right hand for both hunting and self defense. He also has a beat up shortbow which he prefers not to use.

Init +2 Perception +6, Darkvision, Speed 20ft.
HP: 14 AC: 16(FF 14/T 12) CMD: 17 CMB: +5 BAB: +1
Wil: +1 FORT:+4 REF +2
Bardiche +5 1d10+6 (19-20/x2)

Ability Score
STR 18
DEX 14
CON 14
INT 10
WIS 12
CHA 8

Traits:
Caravan Guard
Armor Expert

Feats:
Nature Soul
Combat Reflexes

Race Abilities:
Heart of the Wilderness
Bonus Feat

Class Abilities:
Rage
Fast Movement

Skills:
Acrobatics 6
Climb 8
Perception 5
Survival 9
Knowledge Nature 6

Languages: Common, Shoanti
Equipment
Hide Shirt
Bardiche
Traveling Clothes
Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Rations 5

Despite her social awkwardness, and her affinity for staying outside of groups of people, she did quite well for herself. She spent her free time watching the people around her, for she had a curious streak about human nature, and what made people do the things they did. There were more than a few teachers who were willing to look past her solidarity and nurture her growing power, for they could see the potential within. Her progress assessments usually read "perfect" for her studies and knowledge and "needs much, much improvement" on her social skills and people interaction.

On her coming of age day, her parents withdrew her from her classes so she could meet the man they had chosen for her to marry: an old, fat nobleman with a station slightly above their own. At first sight of her, he leered and grinned.

She hated him. She hated her parents. She hated the College. After meeting the man, and having been told by her parents that she had no choice but to marry him, she was returned to the College to await her graduation day, and her marriage soon after.

A week later, the man came to the College, displaying perfect manners, proclaiming his love for his future wife, and claiming he needed to see her to find out what could make her wedding perfect for her, but his intentions were far more sinister. He got her alone in a room and tried to force himself on her. In a moment of blind panic, she unleashed her full power, and utterly destroyed the fool.

Knowing that she had no choice, she quickly returned to her room, gathered her meager belongings, and left. She made her way out of Andoran, using her skills in magic to find small jobs here and there, usually just enough to get to the next town or village. She ran into bounty hunters more than once, sent by her own parents, to bring her back to face her "crime". They wished to make it known they wanted nothing to do with her murdering the nobleman, as it would bring scandal to their house. The knowledge that they would rather see her executed to save face than help their own daughter had a strange effect on her.

She realized: She was free. Free to be her own person. Free to her own choices, her own fate. Never before had she felt like anything but a prisoner in her own skin, and now she had the whole world at her feet. She gave herself the surname Stormshard, because she made a vow to herself to always be free, like a piece of a raging storm, a person that no one could ever again control.

She began to enjoy her travels. Every time she was found, she would evade her hunters, never harming them. She began to enjoy taverns, and inns, watching the people in them. She began to enjoy her small jobs, sleeping under the stars, and using her talents for her own purposes.

Now, she roams, finding herself.

Apex stands at 5'4", with a petite frame. Her skin is pale, and both her hair and her eyes are a bright, clear blue. She is quite beautiful, but wears modest robes, and carries only a meager pack and a staff. She is quiet when in strange places, or near a large amount of people, which some people take as her being overly wary, when in fact she is just shy, and takes a long time to open up to people.