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431 posts. Alias of Wasteland_Wizard.


Full Name

Cashara Aivion

Race

Half-Elf lv.6 gunslinger/warpriest

stats:
|HP:72/72|Grit:1|AC:21 (T:18 F13) | CMB:8 CMD:23 |F:7 R:10 W:6| Init:+6 | Perc:+14 | SM:+10 | Speed: 30 FT | Active conditions- None|

Classes/Levels

other abilities:
|Grit: 1/1=deeds & dares|Fervor or channel 2d6 4/4|Sacred weapon +1 6/6 1d8|spells: 0-5 1-4/4 2-3/3 spell list

Gender

Female

Size

M|5' 6"

Age

20

Special Abilities

Gunslinger Deeds, Dare.

Alignment

N,G,

Deity

N/A (any Good or Nuetral?)

Location

N/A (To be determined)

Languages

Common, Elven,

Occupation

Ex Cop/??? (wait, What?!!)

About Cashara Aivion

backstory:
I was an orphan at birth, never knew my parents.
I was left at the orphanage (thanks mom, thanks dad).
one day while I was only a toddler, a man of some great renown comes along and declares my name to be Cashara Aivion. wow, what a name. unique, and it stuck.

I always had a knack for getting into and out of trouble, and standing up for the oppressed wasn't really a bit deal for me. so, when I grew out of the orphanage, I became a cop. one of the only few females in the whole force.
no, really, almost the only one. there was like, one to two others there, all working dispatch. But not me, I worked out ion the field.
After a few rounds and call outs, they decided I was the first and last to go out.
When ever they had a suspect but no proof, I went out undercover. the sweet girl who any guy would ether kill or rape or get taken out on a date and become the sweet heart of a mob boss.
but, if the situation was dire, and they needed back-up, I was the one they sent to clean up the mess.

When I was in still in the force, I was sent out as back-up for a close friend of mine, real close.
When I got there, he was shot right before my eyes.
after that, I work as hard as I could to get rid of the pain I felt.
and that is when I found out about the corruption in the force.
when I reported it, I was booted out.

at that point, I worked for an informant I had known for a while. only one who really offered the job to me. He was a bit of a slug.
A night club owner that, after he gave me the information I was looking for, always invited me to bed with him. I always refused.

Now, I get these messages from this group looking for some more muscle.
it was always signed A Friend

stats:
half-elf, Gunslinger/warpriest Lv.6, Medium N.G.
Perception +14, sense Motive +10, Init +5.
Defense-
AC:21 Touch:18 FF:13
HP:72 Fort:7 Ref:10 Will:6
Offence-
Speed:30FT
Nagant M1895 revolver +13/+8 (1d8/x4/80 ft./Misfire:1/Capacity:7/ 4lbs./BandP)
BD Shotgun +11/+6 (1d8/X2/20Ft/Scatter)
single barreled Derringer +11/+6 (2d6/X4/10Ft./misfire:1/Capacity:1)
Dagger +7/+3 (2d6+2/x4/10 ft./Single/1 int.)
Stats-
STR+2,Dex+5,Con+2,Int+1,Wis+1,Cha+4.
BaB:+6/+1,CMB:+8,CMD:+23.

class skills:
Acrobatics 8,Bluff 9, Climb 5,Craft 1,Diplomacy 13,Handle Animal 0,Heal 1,Intimidate 8,Knowledge(engineering) 0,Knowledge(local) 6,Perception 14,Profession(__) 0,Ride 4,Sleight of Hand 9,Survival 6,Swim 5.

special/feats/traits: