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About Brine Baxter

basics
HP 12 AC 17/14 tch/10fl
BAB 1
melee 3
ranged 5
cmb 2
cmd 16/12fl

saves
fort 4 1/2/1 adv/ability/sacred
ref 6 1/4/1
will 3 1/1/1

armor
studded leather +3 ac max dex 5

weapons
Obsidian daggers +5 hit dam 1d4+2 crit 19-20x2 fragile
light x-bow +5 hit dam 1d8 crit 20x2
30 bolts

traits
Outcast +1 surv checks/surv is a class skill
charming +1 bluff vs opposite sex or sexually atrracted persons

half-orc racial
Darkvision 60 ft
intimidating +2 intim
sacred Tatto +1 luck save (replaces orc ferocity)
Orcish weapon familiarity prof great axes falchions and any"orc" named weapon

feats
1pt endurance +4 con checks conditional
2pt blind fight reroll miss chance/no penalty vs invis
adv class combat expertise subtract 1 from attack roll and increase AC 1
starting feat weapon finesse use dex for hit rolls with light weapons

skill pts/lvl 6
class skills
Bluff 6
survival6
stealth 8
escape artist 8
perception 5
sense motive 2
intimidate 4

x-class
acrobat 4
appraise 2
climb 2
dipl 2
disg 2
heal 1
swim 2

gear
Backpack
rations x4
studded leather
obsidian daggers x4
winter blanket
flint
waterskin
explorers outfit
light xbow
30 bolts

gold
5 gp

storyline
Brine had been wandering the land for nearly 3 months. Living off of her wits and pure luck. She had won the title match of a glorious pit career. All was laid out before her. And then in one moment of weakness She broke the unspoken rule. No mercy for the weak. No mercy.
She had been stripped of her titles and her power. band from the city of evil never to return.
Brine had been great because she had an inner fire. It yearned for battle and competition. Her family had for generations all been great pit fighters. her father said it was in their blood. Something from the ancestors he always said but never really explained. She bore the same yellow eyes as he did and dark brown hair. He had finished her ritual tatto and scars on her weapon arm before her final battle. He told her his father had done it for him and now it was her turn to carry on.
As she traveled she thought of her past battles not realizing her daggers had appeared in her hands. She set about with her gleaming black daggers into a flurry of cuts and feints. the same tactics that had carried her far would surely come in handy in the future. Now as the evening wore on and her eyes shifted to focus. Another gift her father had said that made it easy for them to see in darkness.
She knew she would never see him again or her home. No matter it was time to camp and to forget the past.

alignment details

somewhat order
somewhat altruistic
strong violence
somewhat merciful
neutral courage
neutral impulsive
strong raunchy
strong extrovert