About Aurora GodfreyAurora, angel-blooded aasimar bard (arcane duelist | Campaign Trait: Touched by Divinity (Iomedae) Character Sheet:
Aurora Godfrey
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Base Atk +0; CMB +4; CMD 15 Feats Arcane Strike (Arcane Duelist bonus feat), one more (to be decided based on party composition). Traits Chosen of Iomedae, Touched by Divinity (Iomedae) Skills (6 skill points)
Class Abilities Bardic Performance, cantrips, rallying cry, distraction, fascinate, inspire courage +1 Racial Traits Celestial crusader (+1 insight on attack rolls and AC against evil outsiders, +2 on Knowledge (planes) and Spellcraft to identify evil outsiders or items or effects created by them), darkvision 60 ft., scion of humanity (counts both as outsider (native) and humanoid (human); pass for human without using Disguise), spell-like ability (alter self 1/day). Languages Common. Favored class Bard (benefit: +1/2 level higher when determining the effects of inspire courage). Equipment Masterwork longsword (provided by the Chosen of Iomedae trait), heavy steel shield, chain shirt. Other Gear Backpack, Bedroll, Winter blanket, Sack (empty), Spell component pouch. Coin TDB. Description:
Visual concept. Aurora is a slender, sinewy and strong woman with straw-blond hair and blue eyes, but her figure is almost always hidden by chain, boiled leather and steel shield. Her voice is clear and booming when shouting in battle, seemingly challenging the clangor of battle for dominance. She is high-spirited, always trying to keep the morale of her companions up by a combination of self-assuredness, faith in Iomedae, and tactical assessment of the situation (always delivered with a calculated tone but ultimately skewed to paint a better picture). Walking around Kenabres, Aurora could very well be mistaken for a priestess of Iomedae, displaying proudly a silver holy symbol and a well-crafted longsword adorned with the sunburst common to the faith of the Inheritor. Those are complemented by a steel shield and longspear. Background:
Left at the Iomedean church on Kenabres at a young age, Aurora grew up among priests and monks, prayers and services. Her father, sir Eodric XXX, would visit whenever his unit was stationed, regaling her with simple gifts and tales of valor and glory on the battlefield. What he would not do was talk about her mother, and the subject always brought him a sad smile and a distant look. During the solitary months her father was campaigning, Aurora would trace the familiar patterns of her father's silver holy symbol and pray for Iomedae to protect him and light his way back home, and he always returned. The priests were like a family to her, but she always harbored the deeply-held hope that her father would take her with him the next time, teach her all she needed to know to fight by his side, for the greater good. So the priests weren't the least bit surprised when the skinny girl begged to attend the sword-masses and courtyard training sessions. They were already used to stopping her "playing" with the other children as knights and demons, reenacting battles with stick swords and oak bark shields. That she managed to coerce the kids to play the demons while she always played the paladin was also noticed, as were her detailed descriptions of military skirmishes. When she attended the training sessions, though, she was woefully unprepared. Too thin, too weak, too hot-headed and distracted. No good for a sword saint, not even disciplined enough to be a priestess. The way out was offered a number of times - the war effort needs able hands, be them cooks, stablehands or cabin girls. But still she persisted. Where she didn't have the strenght, she had determination. And she always managed to make friends and goad them to teach her whatever they could to help her become a proper sword maiden, maybe someday good enough to squire for her father. Over the years, that skinny girl with crooked teeth grew up to be a slender, strong woman with a booming voice. Her impeccable sense of tactics provided by countless hours reading military accounts and leadership talents capable of forcing her friends to the utmost of their abilities finally enabled her to apply for a squire position. She sent a letter to her father, asking him to come visit on the day of her initiation. He never came. They brought his sword in its scabbard. Although they cleaned it, Aurora still found dry drops of blood in the blade's fuller. Was that blood her father's or his enemies? They did not know. All they did know was that his unit had been ambushed, and signs of a tilted battle were found on the site. The bodies were nowhere to be seen, but by the devastation and blood found, their survival was unlikely to say the least. Still unconvinced her father is simply dead, Aurora decided to discover for herself his destiny, and perhaps on the way discover any clues of her mother. She stashed her meager belongings on a backpack, strapped on her shield, donned her chainmail and belted on his father's sword. She would become a crusader, find her father or bring justice to his killer. Or so she thought. Fate has a funny way of mocking the wishes of mortals. Aurora has no idea she's an aasimar. Her traits are diminished enough that she passes easily for a human, and the combination of her strong faith and natural magic talent justify her aasimar abilities to herself. Her bloodline comes from her unknown mother. Introduction:
Visual concept. The grating sound of metal on metal announces the newcomer's arrival. Keen eyes can discern that the slender shape beneath the chain and helm is a woman, her straw-blond hair a bit chaffed by the armor. Her decided steps make the sunburst holy symbol in her neck sway while her arm is casually rested on the pommel of a polished longsword in its scabbard. As she approaches, she brings one hand up in salutations, removing her half-helm cordially with the other. Light freckles mark a pleasant face and warm smile. May the light of the gods shine upon our meeting, goodfellows! How's Kenabre's markets been treating you fine folk this day? Say, does any of you plan to leave the city for the eastern road in the foreseeable future?
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