Durga Morren
LG Garuda-blood Aasimar
Gestalt Divine Marksman(Ranger)-3/Warpriest-3
Med Outsider(native)
DEFENSE
AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+4armor +3dex)
HP 30 (1d10+2)*3
Fort+5 Ref+6 Will+6
Spd 30'
OFFENSE
BAB+3 CMB+5 CMD 18
MELEE-+5 to hit, +2 to damage
RANGED-+6 to hit (+1 to hit and damage w/in 30')
Stats
St 14 Dx 16 Con 14 Int 12 Wis 16 Cha 8
Feats:
1) Point-blank shot-+1 to hit and damage w/ranged attacks w/in 30'
B) Bullseye shot-move action for +4 w/ranged attacks
B) Wp Focus: Longbow-+1 to hit
B) Precise Shot-no penalty for shooting into melee
3) Rapid shot-extra ranged attack, each at -2
B) Endurance-various bonuses
B) Deadly aim- -1 to hit for +2 to damage
Traits:
Riftwarden Orphan-+2 to all concentration checks
Scholar of the Great Beyond-kn:planes+1 and in-class
Personality:
Living in the shadow of the Worldwound takes its toll on everyone. Like many residents of Kenabres, Durga is often grim and dour. But, by that same token, she realizes how brief and precious life is. In the moments that she's relaxed, she bubbles over with joy. She's quite friendly to those who manage to catch her at such a time. She's extremely loyal, and there's nothing she wouldn't do for a friend in need.
Appearance:
Durga is kind of thin and lanky. She stands about 5'9". Her arms and legs look like their a little too long somehow. Despite that appearance, her movements are very graceful. Her most distinctive features are her amber colored eyes and the fine feathers on her head. From a distance they look like hair, but it's obvious up-close that they are thin black feathers.
background:
Durga never got to know her parents, they died when she was a newborn. As such, they probably had no idea what she really was. Durga was raised by a foster family (Liddy and Mel Dale) who knew her parents (and at least a little about how they were lost). Foster parenting is common in Kenabres as so often adults never make it home.
As Durga reached her teenage years, it became clear that she wasn't strictly human. Her hair had always been an odd texture, but it began to look more and more like feathers. Her eyes also took on a color more reminiscent of a bird of prey than a human. And indeed her eye sight became quite keen. To many of the kids she had grown up around, these made her look freakish. But her foster parents, devotees of Erastil, saw it as a blessing indeed.
Mel had been a crusader himself, years ago, until he lost his leg in battle. Though he was out of the fight, he wasn't out of the community. He stayed in Kenabres as a bowyer and fletcher. He even brought his wife from Brevoy. When the realized what Durga was, they took it as a sign. And they may well have been correct, for she became quite adept with the bow and quickly developed her own link to Erastil.
When the most recent attack came, Durga was out on patrol, miles out of town. As the crusaders saw smoke rising from the direction of the town, they double-timed it back to see what happened. Now, she hopes that somehow her family has survived the attack and that she'll find them with the other survivors.
