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About Lady Naliea Inceene LorenzzLady Naliea Inceene Lorenzz [The snake lady]
Init +3; Senses Sight + *Dark Vision 60' ; Perception +3 Crunch:
-------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 12 (+3 Dex, +2 armor)
HP 9/9 (1d8+1) [11/11] Ed* Fort +0/+1, [+0/+1Con +0Class]
Resistances
Eidolon
Speed 30 ft. Melee
Ranged
Space 5 ft., Reach 5 ft. --------------------
Base Atk +0; CMB +0 (misc mods); CMD 13 /10FI Traits X2 1: Rich Parents [Social Trait] of the Noble House Rosala
2: Child of Infamy [Campaign trait CoT] The "Sad Bride" husband and Inlaws killed on wedding day. News headlines. Victim.
3: mutant-eye - Family bloodline Trait.
Drawbacks x1 1: family-ties feats
Skills:
Summoner L1 [2+3int mod = 5 Point spend] +1/+5 Acrobatics (Dex +1/+3+2, Ranks 0)
< = Class Skill Aasimar Azata-Blooded (Musetouched):
Racial Modifiers:
Alternate Spell-Like Ability:
Aasimar Celestial Resistance:
Darkvision:
Languages:
Summoner Synthesist L1:
Cantrips, Eidolon,
Darkvision 120', link, share spells Serpentine synthesis joined body. Starting Statistics
Free Evolutions
Climb (Ex)
Tail (Ex)
Tail Slap (Ex)
Gills (Ex)
Swim (Ex)
Evolution Pool 3
Claws (Ex) [1ep] Source: PRG:APG
[b]Special
Darkvision (Ex)
Link (Ex)
Share Spells (Ex)
Evasion (Ex)
Ability Score Increase (Ex)
Devotion (Ex)
Multiattack
Improved Evasion (Ex)
Life link,
Spells 0 Level At Will X4
2ed level 2 Known 3/day
Summon Monster I 6/day [Class] Favored Class:
Synthesist
Fused Eidolon A synthesist summons the essence of a powerful outsider to meld with his own being. The synthesist wears the eidolon like translucent, living armor. The eidolon mimics all of the synthesist’s movements, and the synthesist perceives through the eidolon’s senses and speaks through its voice, as the two are now one creature. While fused with his eidolon, the synthesist uses the eidolon’s physical ability scores (Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution), but retains his own mental ability scores (Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma). The synthesist gains the eidolon’s hit points as temporary hit points. When these hit points reach 0, the eidolon is killed and sent back to its home plane. The synthesist uses the eidolon’s base attack bonus, and gains the eidolon’s armor and natural armor bonuses and modifiers to ability scores. The synthesist also gains access to the eidolon’s special abilities and the eidolon’s evolutions. The synthesist is still limited to the eidolon’s maximum number of natural attacks. The eidolon has no skills or feats of its own. The eidolon must be at least the same size as the synthesist. The eidolon must have limbs for the synthesist to cast spells with somatic components. The eidolon’s temporary hit points can be restored with the rejuvenate eidolon spell.
This ability replaces the class’s eidolon ability, bond senses, and life bond. The following class abilities function differently for synthesist summoners. Fused Link (Su) Starting at 1st level, the synthesist forms a close bond with his eidolon. Whenever the temporary hit points from his eidolon would be reduced to 0, the summoner can, as a free action, sacrifice any number of his own hit points. Each hit point sacrificed this way prevents 1 point of damage done to the eidolon (thus preventing the loss of the summoner’s temporary hit points), preventing the eidolon from being killed and sent back to its home plane. This ability replaces life link. Items:
-------------------- WEAPONS Cold Iron Dagger 4gp [leg Strap] 1lb Sling -- [Hidden in clothing] --lb Armor:Fine mithral-shirt 1100gp 10lb
For travel [At home] Carrying Capacity
Starting Money: GP1335 -1300 Curent Money: GP234 SP4 CP5 Total Weight: lbs. =================================================== Background:
Naliea Inceene Was Born into the lesser Noble House Lorenzz, wealth and power, even with the decline of the city, A noble house was still Noble. She was born to be sold, or as her father says, "to be marred well". This was the aim of all lesser noble family's, find a good catch for their unwanted daughters. Coming of age how ever not plain sailing, competition was fierce, more than one young lady found herself at the wrong end of a assassins dagger, lifeless becomes of some rivals planes to web her betrothed. Westcrown is a harsh city and one has to learn the game. A young lady or man of noble blood had to have the skills and wit to look after ones-self, for this they has been trained, leaning not just the arts of curt but also the war the arts of staying alive. This was why she had taken up the way of the gun, she did not have the physical strength for the sword or bow. So the house weapon master had trained her with the revolver and pistol, killing tools that needed a steady hand and good aim. She found she was good at it, besting her brother in the art of guns. The skill had saved her life more than once. They way of the gun was a form of dance and she treated it as such. Such skills where needed as her farther told her once "For being a possible competitor in the bride market to other houses places you at risk from out and out assassination always be on your guard child". But to her it was all just a distraction, her true love was Dance, from an early age it was her freedom. To a free dancer, someone of art, who could move on stage like the dances she had seen as a child and hold a crowed spellbound. But she was nobility and do what she was told. But what become her down fall She had done for herself; the family had been in a feud with another family for two years, an upstart family of new rich the Lullrans. They were traders who had made their money the hard way, ships and goods a hard thing to do in Westcrown. It had stated when they had cut into the familiars deals, money was lost. So two years of Assassination attempts, burning, attacks in the street, theft followed. To many deaths so She had taken the lead to end it, she was smart and good lucking she could sort it all out, she did by founding a subtle Lullran Son, they meet and talked, they agreed marriage, the hard work was convincing the family. In the end they did, they could see a benefit of aligning the houses new and old, all normal and fine. Marriage would end the feud and the killing would stop. it was all fine until the wedding day, the marriage was simple the party after not, it was to be a big affair. She and her husband had not wanted it that way but the families insisted. The Older Lullran said it’s their sons and it would be at their right to hold it in their family house. Her Father agreed and seemed happy someone other than he was paying for it all. It was all very grand, it was her wedding day and she loved it, even if she did not love her husband, that she knew would come in time. At the end the they bid the guests from other houses goodbye as they headed down to the docks to the yacht they were to spend their honeymoon on. Her husband had carried her on board as his mother and father waited to greet them and hand over command to the captain. As he put her down a call came up from the docs. It was Norrade her brother, he was holding her jewellery box. Calling out she had forgot it when she got changed at the reception. He had rushed down with it to catch her before they left. He was always thinking of her, she apologized and rand back down the gangplank to get it. Running up to him she was just about to think him when the blast lifted her off her feet and slammed her into him. Burning wood and fire rained down on them, she was dazed then came round, he was out cold she shock him but nothing, they were on fire but she like him did not feel hurt from simple flames. She stood and looked back, where the yacht had been there was a burning hulk sinking. it was all shock after that. They Court someone, a enemy they said, in gang that had wanted to cut in on both families. The plan to kill the heads of both families’s and course unrest, but Father was not there, called away and if not for dumb luck she two would have been killed. It had all come out in court; the press had had a field day. It was during this time she got the name the "Sad Bride" a poor victim of yet one more evil act. It was also at the time her so called friends started to slip away. No one wanted to be around the "Sad Bride". The Family new she would find no other husband now, and more to they point her being around mean gossip and chat, she had sunk into a deep depression and it was then that Norrade her brother had come to her. Giving her gold he said travel, find a place far way and start a new life, we will always be here, he said. As so she did finding her away to a odd town far from home. Personality:
Intelligent, Charming, Suspicious.; In manner:
Description:
more below Ht: 6' 3" [tall]
In form:.
Notes:
lady Incendia Anisha Rosala *under her Magic Sleeves. After the Party "I, I fishy pie" ... "Fresh cut flowers, get your lady's fresh cut flowers, finest in Bays market"..."Hot noroc cakes, get em wile there hot" ... "Five silvers, five silvers and I'll tell if he's the one, it's in the cards" The early morning sounds of the Market pressed in as the Cab stopped. "We'er her Mama"
"another lost soul in a city of lost souls"
"thank you Jarrak" She said walking into the building, then up five flight to steps to the top floor. She went to take out her key but something... ? humm She stopped, looking for the wood chip she had put between the door and frame, (an old trick the house spy master had shown her) it was now on the floor.
She slipped off her magic arm sleeves and put them away, gone now was the fine fabrics of a courtesan dancer. In its place her discreet armor and weapons. She dropped her Cloak on to the floor letting her 3ed eye see fully. Then pulled out her revolver and used her key she opened her door with as little sound as she could. What entered her hallway fist was not her but the muzzle of her revolver, followed by her face, eyes seeking into the dark. "Nothing odd or out of place.. humm not a robber, someone here to kill then" She slipped in and walking slowly down the Hall, taking time to look in each room. As she got to the master room a voice called out. "You better close the door behind you sister, your letting all the heat out and this fire was a devils ball to get started" "Norrade your lucky your the only one who talks to me like that" She smiled and put her gun away then went back for her Cloak, closing the door she called back. "I thought you said you were coming in the afternoon brother mine" "Could not hold off In-cee, father wants to know soon as a scubass- comes who was there, we may have to act fast" That fixed it, only one person ever called her In-cee and it was him, also he had given the safe words. She walked into the front room and flopped down on the lounger. Her brother, tall strong hansom horned. was stocking a just lit fire. He was a plane touched like her but where she had the taint if angles he had the taint of Devils. This did not make him bad, just a pain in the royal backside at time. Of course this mixed blood in one family thing should have kept them at odds. How ever the fact they both had a love of heat and fire linked them in a deep way. Kept them close It was in both their bloods. Mother had tried to explain it once; by saying "The fire will always be part of the Rosala blood line, it mattered not the type". But their mother had been dead over 10 years just like her...She stopped thinking about that, then lucky her brother was talking once more to take her mind off it. "You know you should really get a help, this can all be done for you" He know darn well she would not!, she did not want to be asked about the events of last summer, staff just could not help themselves. Even if they did not say the ‘Sad bride’ she could tell that's what they where thinking. "Such a sad girl" "poor thing" they just could not help but keep looking at her all the time. She hated it. "You know why I don't. And the pots over there, tea would be nice, Norr" He want over to it and come back, placing the pot off its hook above the fire, then sat down opposite her. "Got you some of that nice Smocked cheese, and some fresh nut bread, I know you like the stuff from the bakers by the house" "Thanks"
"Come on ask, I'm not going to tell you"
He's blinked1st.
and don't forget old Ziimon the house spy master humm. she thought.
He gave her an exasperated look.
"o I know, I know but still, it hurts, it still hurts" she thought.
Now he looked pained, wounded even at that comment and she knew she was opening old wounds. But she know just why she was locked away out of sight, penned up in one of the Family's safe houses and well away from the limelight. "Not the same at all In-cee, what was done to you was horrible and you were not in any way to blame. But the events of last summer had a impact on the image of the family. Let alone the damage done to your own reputation, we'er just trying to help you, give you, your life back. Come on In-cee I can tell you like your life now, your free to dance, a ? Your great love.." He smiled at her hopefully hopping she could see he meant every word. But she was still thinking of hurt "Reputation, I have no reputation other than a sad story now. who of nobility would marry or even be seen with the 'Sad Bride' if she was not the 'masked dancer' invited to perform at their party's., Her hurt lessened, but he was right she did love this new life, she got to dance yes but for free? No it was Free as long as she paid the price,. Do what is needed to protect the family at all times, even now she was outside it. It had been Zimons idea, once he'd found out she was getting invited to other houses party's as the "Masked Dancer". Such a reasonable request of his, "when you go to a party, just to see, hear and tell, that's all you need do". Of course she did as asked, they all did, it was why her brother was here, they all did as the family asked. He was still looking at her.
She spent the next 2 hours telling him. This was her life now, it had a good and bad side, but deep down she wished she could do more. Change things for the better with art and what ever she could. And she was gaining skills leaning on the job. She had not yet killed but come close more than once, with this new life it was just a matter of time. |