About Ioni
Ioni
Human (Kellid) Barbarian 1
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +1 shield, +2 Dex)
hp 17 (1d12+5) (+3 in rage)
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee battleaxe +3 (+5 in rage) (1d8+2 (+4 in rage)/×3) and
. . dagger +3 (+5 in rage) (1d4+2 (+4 in rage)/19-20)
Ranged throwing axe +3 (1d6+2)
Special Attacks rage (6 rounds/day)
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Statistics
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Str 15 (19 in rage), Dex 15, Con 15 (21 in rage), Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 13
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 15
Feats Raging Vitality, Toughness
Traits
Stolen Fury : +2 CMB vs demons
Demon Smiter: 1/day , +4 on single attack roll
Skills Acrobatics +4 (+8 jump), Climb +4, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (nature) +4, Perception +4, Survival +4
Languages Common, Hallit
SQ fast movement
Combat Gear oil (4); Other Gear wooden armor, light wooden shield, battleaxe, dagger, throwing axe (6), backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, blanket, winter, fishhook, flint and steel, rope, sack, waterskin, whetstone, 14 gp, 7 sp, 8 cp
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Special Abilities
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Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Rage (6 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Raging Vitality +2 CON while raging, Rage does not end if you become unconscious.
Background
Ioni's people were nomads, travelling the northern wastes, ekeing out a hardscrabble life among the tundra. She can remember sitting at her father's knee, hearing tales of great Sarkoris, the Kellid nation destroyed by the coming of the Worldwound.
Slowly, as such things happen, her tribe was weakened by hardship and her father fell in combat. Her mother, ever a pragmatic woman, took another husband, in a stronger tribe.
However, this tribe worshipped and treated with the demons that dwelt withing the worldwound. Shortly after her 15th birthday, Ioni was chosen to be 'offered' in the tribe's most holy ritual. The details of the ritual are only hazy images to Ioni, but what she does remember is the pain and fear, before something went awry and she awoke alone on the tundra in the place of the ritual, the tribe having moved on in the night.
Taking up the supplies that her mother must have left for her, Ioni set off south, for she had heard that the southroners had often embarked on
crusades to rid the world of the worldwound...something she and her ax might be of help with.
Appearance
Usually disheveled, Ioni cares naught for her appearance. While she does maintain her hygiene, her hair flies in all direction, sometimes held with leather straps, more often not. Her tools of the trade are simple, strong without adornment. Her visage is stoic and unexpressive, except when in battle where the joy bottled up come forth, along with her rage.
Personality
Ioni accepts that others often look down upon her, she does the same. It is with regret that she admits that she needs the help of others with anything.
