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68 posts. Alias of Gadgeteer Smashwidget.


Full Name

Amanda Mayweather

Race

Pitborn Tiefling

Classes/Levels

Bloodrager (Abyssal Bloodline) 1

Gender

Female

Size

Medium

Age

37 (looks about 16)

Alignment

Neutral Good

Deity

Iomedae

Strength 16
Dexterity 12
Constitution 16
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 10
Charisma 14

About Amanda Mayweather

Backstory:
“I was playing with my dog in the back streets of Kenabres the day I was taken… I was only five years old. The cultists came, and took me and several of my friends. As far as I can tell now, it was some sort of sleep spell.”

“We woke up, finding ourselves to be nine years old. The cultists had kept us magically asleep long enough for us to mature. We were to be used in some sort of sinister summoning ritual, something to summon a creature so big that it would widen the Worldwound itself. It could not be summoned without sacrifice.”

The lass stops talking, letting the runes covering her arms tell the story of her rage that harrowing day. Sights and sounds emanate from her body, telling of the torture she endured in “preparation” for her sacrifice.

"The day of the Sacrifice, I felt sinister forces gathering around me... They spoke in Abyssal, and I was scared, because I could understand them clearly. When the head cultist came, he unchained me and brought me to the sacrificial chamber, where I saw the disemboweled bodies of all my friends. The cultist placed me on a stone table and raised the blood-red knife of a Demon. When he stabbed me, nothing happened, but I could feel myself change into something monstrous. I couldn't control myself, but I still felt a terrifying satisfaction when I grabbed the knife and eviscerated him in revenge. That memory still haunts me."

"When I came back, the entire neighborhood, seeing my new fangs and horns, collectively decided that I had eaten all my friends in order to gain power. How could they have pinned this on a nine-year-old girl?"

"The only one who accepted me back was Kyra, a sweet Angelblooded girl who I'd been friends with since before I was abducted. I was afraid of her, however. When she first saw me, a look of total distrust came over her, and she put a hand on her temple longsword. I had to talk to her to make her stop leering at me."

"That was when I decided to join the Crusades. I wish now to close up the worldwound, to protect people - perhaps even in the name of Iomedae. I wish to stop anyone from going through what I went through."

Traits:

Barbarian of the Crusades - extra rage rounds
Planar Savant
Stolen Fury (campaign)

Alt. race traits:
-Maw or Claw (bite 1d6)
-Scaled Skin (fire resistance, +1 nat AC)
-Prehensile Tail (can retrieve objects as swift action)
-Fangs
-Fiendish tail
-Vestigial horns
-Does not have to drink

Gear:

Dagger (10 GP)
Earth Breaker (40 GP)
Hide Armor (15 GP)
Peasant's Outfit
Masterwork Backpack (50 GP)
Pouch filled with trail rations (1 GP)
Bandolier and 1 belt pouch (1 GP)
Bedroll
Blanket
Mask (50 GP)
Graf (Tiny dog) (using Fox statistics) (all remaining money is used for Graf)
Familiar Satchel

Feats:

Power Attack

Crunch:

OFFENSE:
Speed 30ft.
Melee claws +5(+7)/+5(+7) (1d6+4(+6)/1d6+4(+6))
Melee bite +5(+7) (1d6+4)
Melee Longsword +4 (1d6+3)
DEFENSE:
AC 15(13) T 11(9) FF 14(12)
HP 14 (1d10+4)
Fort 5 Will 3(5) Ref 1

Skills:

Knowledge (Planes) 6
Climb 7
Intimidate 6
Perception 4

Graf:

Graf is a small, black-colored Terrier mutt with striking red eyes. Amanda befriended him in one of the back alleys after she came back to Kenabres. As far as she can tell, he was once a Wizard's familiar, as he still looks like a young, healthy, normal dog after 28 years.

Appearance:

Before you stands a girl of about 5 feet. Her hair is darkly colored and long, in stark contrast to her bright blue eyes. From her head sprout two small, red horns. On her skin are darkened reptilian scales. She has a lithe tail about 3 feet in length, pointed like a devil's. Most of her clothes are hardened leather and what appear to be rat pelts, procured from the back alleys of Kenabres. On her back is a huge, crude, spiked hammer. She keeps a hand on her dagger (which is covered in cloth) at all times.