* Blood of dragons (Race): Gain low light vision.
* Hard to Kill (Combat): When you are attempting a Constitution check to stabilize when dying, the penalty on the check is only half your negative hit point total instead of your full negative hit point total.
Cassandra grew up in a druidic enclave, where a variety of dinosaurs were the companions to the druid inhabitants. The tradition was started by her mother, who had dinosaur eggs transported from the Mwangi Expanse, having traveled there and having seen the majestic great beasts.
On her 12th birthday, Cassandra received two things. First, an egg, it was to be her own dinosaur companion to raise, train and befriend. She was very excited, as it was unknown what kind of beast would hatch from it.
The second was a partial manuscript, left by her father, who was said to be traveling monk from the east who had a short romance with Cassandra's mother.
Over the years, young Cassandra trained with her ever growing carnivorous companion, before taking to the road on a pilgrimage, a tradition in her circle. To go someplace where nature was still plenty and dangerous, and raise the companion to become a strong protector, worthy of the circle.
Along the way, she picked up basic survival skills and first aid training, relying on nature's gifts for supplies.
While many lands had only limited potential, the news of the Stolen Lands, where a newly risen kingdom had established itself, sounded like the perfect destination, and she set out with determination and confidence.
Personality:
Cassandra is a bit like an older sister.
Cautious, but a helping hand where needed. She was raised by traditions and rules in the enclave, as such is inclined to act according to local customs, but has no qualms acting differently to ensure the safety of friends.
Generally a casual moodful person, she tries seeing the bigger picture, all while having a strange sense of humor.
Ticking her off can get her to be exceptionally blunt in her choice of words towards those who wrong her or her friends.
She is very protective of her dinosaur companion. Woe to those who ridicule it.
Appearance:
Cassandra is an 20 year old human of about 5ft 9" tall, of athletic build, with raven hair falling onto her shoulders.
She is of Tian/Varisian heritage.
Her reason to come to the Stolen Lands:
Cassandra is on a traditional pilgrimage for her druidic enclave, where upon she must travel to lands bountiful of nature and danger, in order to further develop her skills and raise the dinosaur to become a mighty protector.
Cassandra smiles.
"That's not a problem. If it's no big scale things, i can add decorations if you will wait a bit, not too long, not to worry."
"I do.
There's a hair dresser nearby, goes by the name of Sophia, if you wish to go for ringlets.
Aside from her eccentric behavior, she's alright.
Personally i think smooth hair is more stylish, as it is more flexible for hair styles, but that's a matter of taste."
.."But..if it's keeping your hair up, that you're looking for, i have something else."
She walks back towards a cupboard.
"It's something i traded before i stranded here.
Since i'm not going to any fancy occasions, you'd be better off using them."
When she comes back, the back of her own hair is kept up, with two decorative sticks.
I wonder how many of us see Ery's culture reference here.
:)
Tereze wrote:
No, I just assumed you were Mistress Hanata from ze sign zat says "Hanata's Stitches"... Was I wrong?
"No, you're not wrong. But you called me Janana. Unless it's a word for tailoress where you're from, where is that, by the way, you have an unusual accent.
Anyway, you can drop the mistress part, we're the same age and i'm just a stranded adventurer turned tailoress, nothing too fancy. "
Upon mention that a man is involved, Cassandra smiles.
"An elf? Haha, the last elf i traveled with, was one of those wizardly intellectual types. Versed in linguistics, but too much of a prude when it came to getting his hands and clothes dirty when push came to shove.
As long as they don't act haughty and superior, they're alright."
Cassandra noticed the returning gaze from Gwen upon the dress.
"Oh, you fancy that one, do you?
Come here, i've got a mirror if you want to try it on."
She walks towards another wooden tailor's dummy behind the counter.
"Matter of fact, i have something in such a fashion.
I made it from the last delivery's materials, in its color it's the only one i have."
She carefully moves the dummy into sight.
"Is it what you were looking for?"
"If you don't mind me asking, is it to show off for someone?
Or is it for something to go to?"
The shopkeeper, a young woman with smooth shoulder length raven black hair and some Tian features, stands behind the counter, adding a few decorations to a dress she has on display.
When the ladies enter, she looks up and puts her needle and kit away.
"Good morning, may i be of service to you?
If so, is it for an occasion, or just something you've got to have?"
When Tereze asks what the local fashion is like, she smiles.
"Oh, that can vary. The city's not exactly at the most prominent of trade routes, fashion changes with seasons longer than most cities.
Anyway, let me show you."
She shows Tereze several sorts, ranging from long dresses with flat colors and decorations, dresses based on corsets with a long skirt. She also had some that were more casual clothes, but added to it were some shiny buttons or motifs in colors that gave it a certain formal style to it.
All could have either long sleeves or short sleeves.
When Fiona comes up and asks her about the dress, she nods.
"Of course you can, it would match your figure pretty well." This dress? Or this one?
"Agreed, that sounds like crocodiles, other reptilians possibly?
Taking into consideration the fact, that they keep a dinosaur as a pet, it could even be something worse than a crocodile."
"Those are spooked. I suggest ridding ourselves of those two before they get up and bail for reinforcements too."
Unless there is sound of extra kobolds arriving, Cassandra would go to CDG the kobolds, with a rapier.
CDG 1:2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 3) + (3) = 10 > Fort 20 or die.
CDG 2:2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + (3) = 7 > Fort 17 or die.
Incidentally, Cassandra could keep on stabbing until they die, making lots of CDG attempts.