About Isabela Calista De RomanoLady Isabela Calista De Romano
The De Romano Mance Gavony Township, The Island of Thraben
Concept 'Noblewoman of Blood' (Black & White) (Skills/Face/Combat)
Description:
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Psion L7 [LN] Movement" Land 30'
Offence:
Ranged
CMB +4 [BAB+3+1Str] Defence: HP [38/38] = (8)+[6(5)] AC19*/23^ T15/19^ FF15/19^
Power*
CMD =16 [10+4Dex+1Str+1Def] Vampire Metamorphosis
STATES
Str=12[+1]-[12][2pp]
Saves:
Resist
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Dhampir
Skills: Skill Points [2+4]x7 + 7FC + 14BG = [63] +14 Acrobatics(+4dex +5rank +3Class+2Trait)
+08 Kn (Dungeoneering) (+4int, +1rank +3class)<
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7th BAB+3 Hit Die: d6 SAVES +2/+2/+5 Bonus feats,x2
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Mental Intrusion (Ex)
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Talents: DC14
1st level powers 1pp DC15
2st level powers 3pp DC16
3ed level powers 5pp DC17
4ed level powers 7pp DC18
Equipment:
Money left 140gp Notes
Equipment:
Money left 140gp Fluffy Bits:
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Home
Job 'Officer of the Law'
Notes Innistrad
Thousands of years ago, before there were vampires on Innistrad, Edgar Markov was an alchemist in the land that would become Stensia. Famine was sweeping the land, and the old alchemist Edgar searched for a solution that could help the starving families feed themselves. The answer was a brutal one: to undergo a blood ritual that would cause some of the people to feed on blood. It would provide sustenance to those few, reducing demand for the failing crops, but it would also cull the overall population, reducing the number of hungry mouths to feed. Thus were vampires born on Innistrad. The eyes of Innistrad vampires have black sclera and gold, silver, or red irises in the middle. Innistrad vampires have a particular weakness against weapons cut from living wood, although normal weapons can also be used. They are unable to cross streams that show the reflection of the moon, and water blessed by Avacyn or her archangel burns them like acid. Within silver or a silver-backed mirror, they appear as they would have as humans. If they fail to drink about five liters of human blood in a moon's cycle, they shrivel to dust. Edgar Markov is the founder of the Markov bloodline and the very first vampire of Innistrad. Thousands of years ago he was an aging human alchemist, experimenting with ways to achieve agelessness for himself and his only grandson, Sorin. When famine was sweeping the land, the demon Shilgengar convinced Edgar to start experiments with blood. Markov and his sons trapped the angel Marycz in his laboratory and exsanguinated her, preparing a decoction from her blood and created a ritual that caused his subjects to feed on the blood of other beings.[1] It provided sustenance to those few, but the demand for blood also culled the overall population, reducing the number of hungry mouths to feed. However, when he finally turned his grandson the trauma of the transformation caused Sorin's planeswalker spark to ignite. Sorin soon left the plane and his grandfather. Backstory:
Background Lady Isabela Calista De Romano joined the lesser Noble vampire family of De Romano some 77 years ago. Singled out by a Stromkirk Noble as someone with a gifted mind. Her prostitute mother sold Isabela to him and left. Was in fact killed He gave Isabela to a member of his family a Markov's Servant who ran a house of pleaser and fun. Kept until she was of age to be turned. Which the madam herself did. Isabela was put on display for the highest bidder. She court they eye a ]stromkirk captain who kept her for visits. But soon he came less and less and then she was cast aside and forgotten. But by then she had learned that one balanced the need to feed with one's Vampire Nobility. After that, she would brook no other customers touching her, but they all left with fond memories of doing so. Planted by her of which none of them real. The others in the house see learned to leave Isabela alone. With time on her hands, she started to slip away and disguise herself as human. Learning to put up with sunlight and show her fangs when needed. It was while she was on her trips out that she witnessed the degradation and poverty inflicted on others by her kind. Seen as little more than food stock by most of her fellow Vampires. She stuck up a number of friendships with humans. But her Vampire nature meant she had to feed, the blood offered bordellos servants came from living thralls or slaves. She just could no longer stomach drinking from a living human being, someone with a soul. As the idea of guilt had started to enter her life.
Where the Stromkirk patrol cared only about Vampires she needed to care for humans. She started to do so. It did not take long for her to come into conflict with her own kind. She had come across the real injustice of the vampire world. A child killer group within the Night revelers A group of Vampire youth's who for sport, broke into human homes, stole a child. Terrified it then sent the child running into the streets to be hounded and hunted to death. She got their descriptions from the dead child and within a few weeks has each name, each address. But by vampire law and its courts, untouchable. They were vampire nobility low like herself yes but still in law nothing would be done. So the sport went on and with each child, she got angrier and angrier. Justice had to be done. So she took the law into her own hands. She let it be known that the child had survived, that it was revving in a secret location with his family. That is bosted of beating the vampire hunt. The pride on nobles was always their downfall. It did not take long for the pack of near-dowel child killers to show. As soon as they were in the building they found the doors locked from outside. Windows oddly bared and underfoot oil, lots and lots of oil. The blast was so great the walls of the building blow out and the roof came crashing down. The whole place becoming an inferno. None got out, none survived and for now, no other child would die by their hands. But she could not stay, she would he be hunted for what she had done. So she left that night. Headed off into the greater world with what little coin she had. That had been so long ago. As she did not age as the humans around her, she could never stay in any one place too long. Sometimes her disguise failed and she had to leave. So move on always move on,
She was there when the undead hordes that besieged Thraben, working to find insurance and infiltrators, fighting alongside the Gryff-Knights Like so many endured the death of Lunarch Mikaeus. When Avacyn return she felt her trust in hope and felt justice would ounce more shine a new. But lost most of it when Sorin had to unmake it work for fear of the damage it would inflict on an already broken world. He had words with her then. He told her not to lose what hope she had. It takes but one to stand for others to follow. He said. Taking his books back he said, You are almost there, soon I feel you will walk the planes as I do, do not lose hope |