Full Name |
Makoa Wattson |
Race |
Half-Orc |
Classes/Levels |
Cleric 2 |
Gender |
Male |
Size |
Medium |
Age |
21 |
Special Abilities |
Darkvision 60', Ability to Fight disabled 1/day at -1 to-9 |
Alignment |
NG |
Deity |
Nethys |
Location |
Sandpoint |
Languages |
Common, Orc, Abyssal, Draconi |
Occupation |
Adventurer |
Strength |
14 |
Dexterity |
10 |
Constitution |
10 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
18 |
Charisma |
14 |
About Another Screen Name
On the fourth Moonday of Calistril 21 years ago, Makoa was born to the tribe of Hundux. Ausk, father, was a decorated Orc military veteran. Mother was a human slave, renamed Tevaga. Being the only male born of the union of Hundux and Tevaga, I was expected to earn my place in Orc society. My only full sibling is a younger sister by the name of Drogheda. I have five other half mother slaves that also belong to Ausk. When I reached the age of 12, I recieved a tatoo birthmark which inducted me into the clan. A side benefit of the tatoo is the ability to be located by my father. When i reached the age of 15 and was on my personal quest to be inducted as a full grown Orc, I was “rescued” by an adventuring group of Pathfinders. After they returned with thier prize back to Numeria, specifically Castle Urion, they noticed the tatoo glow at times. I would not tell them what they wanted to know about it, so they dropped my off with a wizard family. My human “father” that was forced upon me, Valkyth, could not disable the tatoo, so he would repeatedly obscure it from scrying. I continued my reluctant education with the wizard family, and I guess a little did rub off on me. At times I would seek to hide from my human educators in the Temple of Nethys, as I could understand a little magic learned from my sessions. In time, I actually joined as an apprentice cleric of Nethys. After a few years the human family had to leave Numeria and travel to Magnimar in Varisia due to the hatred of anything arcane, as the ruling wizards are a torment to the general population. Magnimar, as being a capital of a backwater region, my human family is a little more well to do, but without any opportunity to advance while raising a stubborn half-orc teen. As I am now fully an adult, my parents know that i have a strong pull to explore and find my original parents. Without my parents around to suppress the tatoo it will glow occasionally, so i know my father Ausk is still looking for me. As an adult it is my responsibility now to find my true self. But i do have one wish, and that is to be reunited with my clan, with the hope of somehow helping to make peace between my two races. If i blame anyone of robbing me of the chance to have spent my last years of my youth and earning my “adulthood” in the clan, it is the meddling pathfinders.