Kaeryta "Short-hair"
Female Dwarf Cleric (Abadar) 1
LN Medium Humanoid
Favored Class Cleric (+1 skill rank)
Speed 30 ft
Init +2 Senses Perception +3 Darkvision 60'
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DEFENSE
__________________________________________________________ AC 18 (+5 armor, +1 shield, +2 Dex)
HP 9
Fort +4 Ref +3 Will +6
+4 dodge bonus to AC vs. monsters of the giant subtype
+2 racial bonus vs. poison, spells and spell-like abilities
+2 trait bonus vs. charm and compulsion effects
+4 to CMD when resisting a bull rush or trip attempt
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OFFENSE
__________________________________________________________ BAB +0 CMB +1 CMD 13
Melee
Warhammer +1 (1d8+1, x3)
+1 on attack rolls vs. humanoid creatures of orc/goblin subtypes
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STATISTICS
__________________________________________________________ Str 12 (+1), Dex 14 (+2), Con 12 (+1), Int 13 (+1), Wis 16 (+3), Cha 12 (+1)
Feats: Point-blank shot
Traits: Artifact seeker (campaign, identify 1/day)
Birthmark (faith, can serve as divine focus, +2 trait bonus vs charm/compulsion effects)
Total weight carried: 62.5 lbs, medium load (ACP -3)
Background/Appearance/Personality
Spoiler:
Age: 67 yrs (Born on Vault Day, 6 Abadius)
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 153 lbs
Short brown hair, large brown eyes and fair skin.
Born on an auspicious day to a powerful family, Kaeryta was destined for a bright and comfortable future in the dwarven Sky Citadel of Janderhoff. Gladly, without the slightest hesitation, she embraced her mother's suggestion to become a priest of Abadar upon reaching adulthood -- determined to serve her family, clan and community with strong faith and solid heart. So it was that her heart was shattered when she found herself falling in love with her younger sister's betrothed, Padrym. Unable to bear the shame of betraying her sister Morstra, even in thought and desire only, she proclaimed that she had fallen under the wanderlust that sometimes comes upon the faithful of Abadar and departed her homeland in a self-imposed exile.
The day she could no longer see Janderhoff from the road, she cut off her gloriously thick and shiny locks until her scalp was nearly bare, burning the tresses as an offering to Abadar and a plea for a purified spirit. The same day, she made a vow and a promise: when her hair had grown long enough to fall in a braid below her waist, she could return home -- and not before.
That was five years ago, and her hair has only just begun to tickle her shoulders once more. Yet she has discovered in that time that despite her longing for home, she really does find joy in exploring the unknown and meeting new people. The Pathfinder Society has offered her a new home, a new purpose, and a new hope for reclaiming honor.
