About Eilidh "Allie" TilernosCharacter Sheet:
Eilidh “Allie” Tilernos Female Human Inquisitor 5 NG Medium Humanoid (human) Initiative +6; Perception +10 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 18, Touch 14, Flat-Footed 14 (+4 Dex, +4 Armor) HP 45 (5d8+5) Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +7 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee Ranged
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Backstory:The pressure was on, Eilidh knew. As she stepped into the Knight’s training facility, she felt like all eyes were on her and her nerves felt close to breaking. She’d known this day would come, and she'd dreaded it for years. She’d grown up privileged, the daughter of the famous Manon Tilernos. Everyone knew her, and when she’d been little, she’d thought this was just wonderful. Sure, her mother was gone a lot, but she had the run of most of Castle Firrene, whenever it wasn't playing host to a group of Knights. There was a lot to see, and she saw everything she could. She also saw how the servants and the soldiers looked at her with a certain…admiration. Of course, it was only when she grew older that she saw the pity in their eyes as well. She'd never asked why, and they'd never told her. ”Scrubs. That is what you are, each and every one of you. Look around now at the sorry faces at your side. These are not your companions. These are not your compatriots, no, not yet. These are not even your fellow Knights. Each of you may have something special that got you this far—but you'll need a lot more to continue. Only forty of the eighty of you will make it into the Knights lowest ranks and begin training in earnest. Some of you will die. Some of you will leave. Others will get drummed out at the end of each month.” Andabar-no, it was Commander Cerban now, not the family friend who'd visited her mother sometimes-was giving the recruits their dose of drill sergeant. She gave a quick eye-roll, in case any of the recruits were watching her. Eilidh had known him for years, but she knew there’d be no hope of special treatment, except perhaps to make things harder for her. She’d first met him only days before being sent to the Crusader War College in Vigil as an understudy. There, she’d learned much about how Lastwall’s crusaders waged war, and what against. She’d come home terrified that her mother was going to die. She'd begged her mother to quit the crusader business, tears streaming down her face. Her mother had held her close and explained that the job wasn't one a person could walk away from, and that Eilidh would need to follow in her footsteps. Family honor, reputation to uphold, and all of that, she'd said. The next time her mother left for battle, she'd alternated between fear and fury, snapping at everyone she saw in the castle's halls one day and hiding in her room the next. Commander Cerban had visited several times at her mother's request, trying to convince Eilidh that it was her duty to uphold the family's honor. I suppose he succeeded, in the end. I am here, after all. "We expect the best. The enemies of Lastwall are endless and many immortal. Zombie hordes, vampires hiding among your best friends and horrific creatures of the Abyss are simply some of the monsters you will face in our ranks. As the best of the best, you will be expected to walk into suicidal conditions and come out alive—or at least accomplish your mission with your last breath. This is not for the faint of heart. If you are here for glory or riches, you may as well leave now. You won't survive the coming trials. The rest of you...good luck. Try your hardest, show us your talents and skills. Show us the best you have and we will make you even better.” She saw several people look around as the commander mentioned the "vampires hinding among your best friends" bit. Silly recruits,she thought, suppressing a shudder of her own. There're no vampires here right now. It's mid-day. As Cerban looked her in the eye, Eilidh suppressed an urge to look away. She’d been shy for years, withdrawn or angry with everyone but her mother, and terrified of losing her. The one exception was a servant-boy, Renyard, and that hadn't amounted to much before mother had sent him away, two years ago. She was sure her mother had taken more and more missions to try to break Eilidh's dependency on her presence, and she'd tried her best. Still, even after her first kill (a raiding party from Belkzen had tried to attack the castle, and she'd shot one with a crossbow), she remained fiercely dependent. Getting her involved in the Knights of Ozem had to be her mother's most recent ploy. Ploy or not, though, the family honor is at stake here, she thought. She launched a silent prayer to Sarenrae, asking for strength and courage, as she glanced around for any faces she recognized. Personality:
Jokes aren't Eilidh’s strong suit, but when she tells them, she prefers those with an incredible let-down as the punchline. She likes to read, has a habit of pulling on her bangs when she’s talking, and enjoys music, although she’s tone-deaf when trying to make it herself. She pretends to enjoy talking about tactics, combat, engineering, logistics, and everything else her mother likes, and she’d like nothing more than for her mother to renounce the crusader lifestyle and free her from this obligation. Of course, that’s highly unlikely, so Eilidh is staying the course. After all, war is a family tradition, and she can’t very well abandon that, can she? Appearance, Etc.:
Eilidh stands near average height for a human woman, but is still slim and coltish, like a teenager. What muscles she has are well-defined. When she’s standing, she almost seems a caricature of confidence, and close inspection can usually catch her left knee shaking a bit when she’s under pressure. Even when she’s relaxed, she seems a bit shaky, as if there’s some sort of nervous tension she can’t get rid of. Her family crest is tattooed on the back of her right hand, and her left bears a callous between her thumb and finger, the result of long hours with the scimitar. Eilidh prefers mobility over heavy armor, in contrast to her family’s history. She wears a red-dyed set of studded leather and, directly against the image of a typical Crusader, a light blue cloak, held to her armor by a holy symbol of Sarenrae on her right shoulder. (If it’s against regulations, she can change it out for a red one, but the Sarenrae-blue one is going to be in her room/on her bed.) She keeps her mother’s crossbow slung over her shoulder, and wears a scimitar at her right hip, a gift from her church’s eldest priest. She doesn't like jewelry, and a holy symbol around her neck is the only pendant she permits herself. Goals:
She also sees a sense of obligation to her family. Though it hasn't brought her much happiness, Eilidh has seen some of the good her mother's done, and more importantly, she's seen the evil the orcs of Belkzen are capable of. These experiences have given her a reason beyond just the family honor to follow her mother's footsteps, and her second goal is to, somehow, make her mother proud. Finally, and somewhat strangely, she wants to learn how to bake. It's got nothing to do with her faith or family, it's just something that she never got to learn. She was always too busy learning about warfare or completing her religious training to learn the art of baking. Eilidh “Allie” Tilernos
Healing Domain (Restoration Subdomain)
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