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Karovna Sorex - Core's page

4 posts. Organized Play character for Jamesui.


Full Name

Karovna Sorex

Race

Human (Chelaxian) 182235-3

Classes/Levels

Barbarian 1 HP 15/15 | AC 18/12/16 | F +4, R +2, W +2 Init +4 | Perc +6

Gender

F

Size

Medium

Age

24

Special Abilities

AMBARBARIAN

Alignment

N

Deity

None that she cares to worship

Location

Absalom

Languages

Common, Infernal

Occupation

Fury tempered by amateur academic pursuits

Strength 18
Dexterity 14
Constitution 14
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 12
Charisma 7

About Karovna Sorex - Core

Karovna Sorex [3.1.1] (Core, Active, Done)
Female human barbarian 1
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +4; Senses Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+4 armor, +2 Dex, +2 shield)
hp 15 (1d12+3)
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee kukri +5 (1d4+4/18-20) or
. . light hammer +5 (1d4+4) or
. . ranseur +5 (2d4+6/×3) or
. . scimitar +5 (1d6+4/18-20)
Ranged javelin +3 (1d6+4) or
. . throwing axe +3 (1d6+4)
Special Attacks rage (6 rounds/day)
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Statistics
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Str 18, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 7
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17
Feats Extra Rage, Power Attack
Traits reactionary, soul drinker
Skills Acrobatics +5 (+9 to jump), Knowledge (arcana) +2, Knowledge (nature) +5, Knowledge (religion) +2, Perception +5, Swim +7
Languages Common, Infernal
SQ fast movement
Combat Gear oil of magic stone, wand of cure light wounds (50 charges), alchemist's fire, caltrops; Other Gear mwk chain shirt, darkwood heavy wooden shield, javelin (2), kukri, light hammer (2), ranseur, scimitar, sling bullets (7), sling bullets (3), throwing axe (2), backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, belt pouch, candle (10), chalk (10), crowbar, flint and steel, grappling hook, ink, black, inkpen, parchment (10), piton (10), sack, sack, scroll case, signal whistle, silk rope (50 ft.), sunrod (3), trail rations (5), waterskin, 1 pp, 6 gp
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Special Abilities
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Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Rage (6 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Soul Drinker (1/day) (Su) 1/day, gain temporary HP equal to the HD of a defeated foe for 1 minute.
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Description:

Karovna's hair is shorn close up until the crown and what remains long enough to just brush past the nape of her neck. It is silky and black but hard to discern as such through the sweat that fixes it to her brow. Narrow, subdued green eyes dominate her features. They possess a discriminating gaze, as if she expects whatever she looks upon to attack her or otherwise offend her. Her pale skin is a story written in scars - running from the bridge of the nose across to her right cheekbone, criss-crossing over fingers and hands, or cutting solitary recess upon her abdomen where a spring-loaded axe had pierced her mail. Her jaw juts out a bit, rather angular for her gender.

She hides squared shoulders and sinewy muscle under enough fat to see her through a few days' fast or to buffer whatever blade finds its way past the scales. When she still wore heavier armor, she'd cut an imposing figure.

After a close call with drowning in Cassomir's harbor, she has exchanged her scale mail for a finely crafted shirt of oiled chain. She favors a worn-bordering-on-tattered brown woolen cloak which she often wears with the hood drawn up. The rest of her clothing is of richer fare - green silks, white linens, and brown or black leather where appropriate.

She is gruff in nature, piping up only to offer her expertise in the rare occurrence that it obviously outstrips that of her comrades. Otherwise, she prefers to remain quiet and let more articulate comrades guide party affairs. She knows her uses. They are narrow, but as deep as the wounds she carves. When not in the midst of a battle rage, she is calm, calculating, and nigh cold. Even when led by baser passions against a deadly foe, she remains quiet, even if her once-narrow eyes betray her inner fury and a hunger for battle's end.