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About Emileva MavrakisStatistics:
Female Human Slayer (Vanguard) 8
NG Medium Humanoid (Human) Init +6; Senses Perception +12 ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 23, touch 13, flat-footed 20 (+7 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Dodge, +1 Nat, +2 Shield) hp 83 Fort +9, Ref +8, Will +5 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 20 ft. Melee +12/+7 Ranged +10/+5
Drug Addict (Personal)
Armor Expert
Trustworthy
Drawbacks Feats Toughness
Dodge
Lookout (Combat, Teamwork)
Power Attack
Iron Will:
Improved Dirty Trick:
Intimidating Prowess:
Skills (63 points; 42 class, 14 INT, 7 Skilled)
Acrobatics* +11 = DEX 2+6+3
Languages Common, Varisian, Shoanti Special Abilities:
------------------------------ SPECIAL ABILITIES ------------------------------ Studied Target (Ex) [Errata] A slayer can study an opponent he can see as a move action. The slayer then gains a +1 bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, and Survival checks attempted against that opponent, and a +1 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against it. The DCs of slayer class abilities against that opponent increase by 1. A slayer can only maintain these bonuses against one opponent at a time; these bonuses remain in effect until either the opponent is dead or the slayer studies a new target. If a slayer deals sneak attack damage to a target, he can study that target as an immediate action, allowing him to apply his studied target bonuses against that target (including to the normal weapon damage roll). At 5th, 10th, 15th, and 20th levels, the bonuses on weapon attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks and to slayer DCs against a studied target increase by 1. In addition, at each such interval, the slayer is able to maintain these bonuses against an additional studied target at the same time. The slayer may discard this connection to a studied target as a free action, allowing him to study another target in its place. At 7th level, a slayer can study an opponent as a move or swift action. Lookout (Ex)
Tactician
Sneak Attack
Vanguard’s Bond (Ex):
Ever Ready (Ex):
SLAYER TALENTS Trapfinding:
Rogue Talent (Underhanded Trick):[/b]
Spells:
------------------------------ Spells ------------------------------ 0th (at will) 1st (0/day) Gear/Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Armored Coat (Home) +1 Breastplate Chain Shirt (Home) +1 Rapier Falchion Composite Longbow Arrows (20) Dagger (Cold Iron) MWK Kukri Club Rapier (Home) Sling Bullets (20) MWK Thieve's Tools Fighter's Kit Gear Maintenance Kit Grooming Kit Basic Dress (Home) Silversheen Oil of Keen Edge Arrowhead (unknown metal) Amulet of Natural Armor +1 Carrying Capacity
Money 29 GP 6 SP 0 CP
Background:
By the time she was nine years old, both of Emileva’s parents were dead of illnesses. She was taken in by her Uncle Franzus, who was the only member of her extended family with the means to do so. Franzus, a lifelong bachelor, had become very successful in the cargo storage business and owned a number of warehouses around the Warehouse Way area. Franzus did care for Emileva in his own way, he even loved her to the extent that a man who was completely dedicated to business and profit could find room and attention for it. For her part Emileva was certainly comfortable, but her new house was a cold one, and Franzus, although fair, was an exacting man who tolerated no misbehavior or laziness. When Emileva reached her early teens, Franzus had to consider what to do about her future. Without any direct heirs of his own, leaving his business to her was an option. But, Emileva showed little ability in that area. She lacked precision with accounting and bookkeeping. She was also too good natured and altruistic for the cut-throat business world of the waterfront. Franzus knew that if he turned his little empire over to Emileva, everything he had spent his life building would be eaten away to nothing in a few years. Instead he settled on the idea of a military career for her. She had grown into a very physical girl, and although he disapproved of such things, Franzus knew she already had the talent to handle herself well in a street fight. Emileva was also smart enough that an officer’s commission would not be a stretch with the proper schooling. When her uncle made the proposal to Emileva, she accepted the idea readily. She loved her uncle, but hated working for him. The business was a dreary occupation to imagine, and the life of a military officer was exciting to imagine. What child had ever watched the Sable Company overhead and not wanted to be one of its marines? Franzus made some inquiries and found an academy that was willing to admit Emileva for an initial bribe and a guarantee of an acceptable yearly percentage in kickbacks above the price of standard tuition. It wasn’t Endrin Military Academy, but it was good enough. The problem as it turned out, was finding a school that would take an unpedigreed student. Emileva’s father was a Mavrakis, and although they were an old family in the city, there were no ancestors of note. Franzus’s own Porcini family was as common as dirt. Uncle Franzus’s wealth bought Emileva admittance to the school, but not acceptance. The only commoner student, she was treated with disdain by both students and instructors. In her second lonely, friendless year there she was approached by a small group of students who ran a cheating ring. They sold old essays and exam answers, and wanted Emileva to steal test answers from instructors. She agreed, hoping that she could make some friends among them. Inevitably they were discovered. Emileva was the only student among the guilty who did not have the connections to make the problem go away. So in the end she alone was blamed as the ringleader and recruiter and expelled. Emileva was too ashamed to return home and face her uncle. Her prospects were ruined and his investment in her wasted. Instead she disappeared into Old Korvosa, where it would be unlikely he could find her if he tried. Emileva found work where she could, usually guarding a person or property. Such jobs pay less than others available to persons with her talents. Her qualms about taking on work as an enforcer or cutthroat, which could tie her to the Cerulean Society or the Sczarni keep her very poor. It’s difficult to make a living in Bridgefront without getting one’s hands dirty. For a few months Emileva kept her life very simple. She worked or looked for work, lived in a bare-bones rented room, and mostly read the cheap books she bought with any spare pinch she had. Over time she drank more, and one night out she met Ansel. Ansel was good-looking and had some charm, but mostly Emileva was attracted to him for other reasons. He had a dry, knowing sense of humor and a relaxed, playful view of life that helped her unwind from her brooding over recent events. From the night they met, Emileva and Ansel began a romantic relationship. Ansel did street performances, which mostly involved rigged games of chance with a Harrow deck; traded in information; and sold shiver. He was up for anything that wasn’t too dangerous and didn’t involve much work. He also used shiver, and soon so did Emileva. Before too long taking shiver was their main way of spending time together. One evening Emileva didn’t wake up from the dose she had taken. Ansel found her unconscious with blue lips. He thought she was dead, or nearly dead, and panicked. He gathered up his possessions and slipped out of her building. Emileva did wake up several hours later. She had been near death, and was weak and sick. When Ansel didn’t return during the next couple of days as she recovered, she realized what he had done. Furious that he had done nothing to help her, she searched him out when she recovered. She knew Ansel merely worked for someone else who supplied him with the drug, and she decided that she had to make sure his supplier was put out of business. Emileva wrung a name out of Ansel, Gaedren Lamm, and began looking for him.
Appearance and Personality:
Height: 5'7" | Weight: 140 | Hair: Dark Brown | Eyes: Gray Emileva is tall and solidly built, but still stronger than her appearance would suggest. Her skin tone is light which, with her dark hair, suggests a heritage that is more Chelaxian than Varisian. She is pleasant looking, but doesn't stand out in a crowd. Emileva is strong, agile, and fairly smart, but she has also been easily influenced by others. She grew up fairly lonely, and that has made her a pleaser. She's made some bad decisions due to the influence of others because she wanted their approval. This has very nearly ruined her life. Finding Gaedren Lamm to protect others whom he might poison with shiver, and for her own revenge, is the first big decision that she's made by and for herself. If it doesn't end badly maybe she will gain more confidence in herself. Emileva is a decent, even good, person who is willing to help and take risks for others. In fact, she finds a lot of pleasure in helping others. She is not, at least yet, much of a leader, but would make a very capable second to someone who is. She is not particularly outgoing and prefers reading to socializing. Emileva is a new follower of Lythertida, possibly the only one in Korvosa. When she locked herself away in her room to wait out her shiver withdrawal, she spent time rereading books she had around. One was part of a set she had bought when she was thinking about leaving Korvosa for Magnimar.The book discussed mystery cults and the Empyreal Lords they followed. Emileva had never been religious in the past. The first she had read the book she found it interesting but amusing. This second time the Cult of Lythertida spoke to her. Lythertida's concerns of idealism and potential seemed to her things she had lost, but could maybe regain. Her concern of young death was something Emileva had very nearly found. Emileva thinks of herself more as Lythertida's fellow traveler than as her worshipper. Character Progression:
Vanguard Slayer 1 / Lore warden-Martial Master Fighter 2 - Campaign End. My idea is to make a character who is a flexible and adaptable fighter with an expanded skill set for greater non-combat contributions in a urban setting. While she won't have enough skill points to take the lead in knowledge or social situations, she should be able to offer assistance by aiding others, or filling in if the party is split and multiple characters need particular skills. Her advancement can also be very flexible depending on party composition. She can focus more on front line melee or be a switch hitter depending on party composition. Looking at the other full BAB submissions so far, switch hitter looks like the one more likely to be needed.
Sample Post:
The Resurrection
People on the street who saw her coming were quick to step out of her way. Emileva’s expression was both angry and determined. Her walking pace was rapid, and she looked like nobody should dare to get in her way or slow her down. She knew exactly where she would find Ansel. There were three or four street corners he preferred for shows, and she had already checked the others. Sure enough, as she got closer Emileva saw a small knot of people gathered. Ansel would be on the other side of them, probably running one of his card guessing games to swindle people out of their change. She didn’t make a sound when she reached the gathered people. She wanted to surprise him, scare him. Supposedly he thought she was dead. She didn’t slow down at all, pushing two onlookers aside like she was parting a set of curtains. Emileva didn’t say a word as she flipped the little table in front of Ansel away, then she shout-screamed “You pathetic limp worm! You left me for dead!” Ansel’s eyes bugged and he looked like he might scream. He started to stand up from his stool, but Emileva snatched him by the front of his shirt and yanked him up before he could finish. She still didn’t slow down, walking him backward and pinning him roughly against the building wall behind him. She slid her left forearm up against his throat to hold Ansel on the wall, and reached back with her right hand to draw the dagger she wore sideways on the back of her belt. Emileva brought the dagger up and place the point against his skin directly under his left eye. “You ran off and left me for dead!” Ansel didn’t struggle much. He was taller than Emileva, but gangly. She was decidedly stronger than him so he wasn’t going to break free. Besides the dagger sitting a fraction of an inch away from his eye discouraged him from doing anything that might cause it to slip. Ansel answered back, “Em, you’re okay! Thank all the gods!” He tried to smile, but Emileva pushed harder against his throat and made him cough. “No, you have it wrong! I went to find some help but ran into some trouble on the street. I had to make myself scarce and wait to come back.” Emieva narrowed her eyes and brought her face in closer to his. “You’ve been gone for six bloody days. So you were hurrying back just fast as you could today? But just had to stop and screw some people out of a few pinch first. Liar. You’re not a good one either. It’s going to get you killed. You forgot that you were in such a hurry to get me some help that you gathered up everything you had in my room and took it with you.” Ansel slumped a slightly, he wasn’t squirming at all anymore. “Em, what was I supposed to do? Huh? Call the guard? You know I can’t do that. I thought you were dead” Ansel says pleading. “What could you do? Not leave me for the rats!” Emileva’s voice was cold and furious. “I’m warning you now. If I ever so much as catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye again, I will take your eye, and then I will take your tongue. I swear it. You’ll never sweet talk or lie your way out of anything ever again.” Ansel just nodded his understanding. “One last thing. I know that you sell shiver for someone else. Who gives it to you?” Ansel let out a small gasp. “I can’t tell you that Em. I’d be killed for it!” Emileva added just a tiny bit of pressure to the dagger. “Unless you want to wear an eye patch when you go tell your boss what a good, loyal boy you’ve been, you’ll give me the name.” Ansel lowered his voice. “Alright. It’s Gaedren Lamm. But he’s very dangerous. You should just drop this. Please.” Emileva lowered the dagger and sheathed it at the small of her back. Then she pulled Ansel away from the wall. Still holding him by his shirt, she gave him two hard punches to the kidney with her free hand and let him go. Ansel fell to the ground and curled into a ball, groaning. The little crowd who had been watching parted to let Emileva through as she walked away. She had broken out into a cold sweat and her head was swimming. Six days without shiver isn’t enough. I’m going to need more time. I could barely hold myself together for that, and Ansel isn’t remotely dangerous. Thinking about Ansel again might have made tears come, but she had used all those up in the last few days.
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