About Lash VaelediCrunch:
Name: Lash Valedi Class: Zen Archer Monk 5 Religion: Desna (Freedom) Homeland: Taldan Race: Garuda-Blooded Aasimar Size: Medium Gender: Female Age: Appears to be in her early 20s Bodily Features: 5’9", 32C-22-37, 73 lbs, sweet to the taste, unusually light, spectral blue wings (not visible unless indicated) Appearance: Ashen-colored/Creamy Peach-colored skin, Toned Muscles, Shapely Body Attributes: A seemingly wise aura, agile, hardy yet delicate, forgetful Hair: Flaming Orange (does not produce light), Curly Bob Cut, Naturally curly, always moving in a breeze (even with no wind) Eyes: Burnished red with hints of coal blue stone and orange flecks of holy fire, almond-shaped, long lashes Vision: Darkvision 60ft -------------------------------------------------------------- STATS 20-pt buy STR 12
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SAVES (acid, cold, electricity resistance 5)
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Melee
Melee
Melee
Ranged
Flurry Ranged
Flurry Ranged
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* Class Skill
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TRAITS
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Equipped (23 lbs.)
In Bag of Holding (23 lbs.)
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Apppearance:
Character Image Beauty is relative. Lash is quite sexy to look at, but naturally, there are those who are more. To some, however, Lash is a pinnacle of beauty. It's not necessarily because of her fit form or callipygian figure, but more because of her aasimar heritage and the uniqueness of her body. Lash's hair is a smoldering flame, rising and falling in various hues of oranges, reds, yellows, and even black. You could swear you'd burn your hand on it, but it is a trick of the mind. If one were to focus on each strand of hair as it floats about on breathless air, they would see it has a reflective quality, like that of shimmering silk ribbons in light. Each strand bears a metallic red that in light reflects in these strange hues, yet is at all times the same color. Despite looking similar to flame, there is a whispy airy quality to them, almost like feathers. Her long lashes decorate the creamy skin of her womanly face. That is not all though. Much like her hair, in certain lights and usually in your peripheral vision, amber stencils of flame-like tattoos seem to dance upon her face like runes, yet as you look at her normally, she seems as human as the next person. These tattoos seem more noticeable the further down her body you look. By the time you reach her shoulders, they are fully visible to direct view. As you look further down, what seems like ashen skin seems to take over her form. Below the level of her pronounced chest in height this ashen and burned skin look proceeds to get darker and darker the lower you look. It is not smooth and appears quite rough--bumpy even. If you were to observe closer, she seems to have a dark, feathery quality to her skin. It is that which is what is making it seem rough, much like the small feathers on an ayam cemani's thigh. These small, almost non-existent black feathers cover her; yet if you were to touch her arms, you would feel nothing but the smoothest skin; almost marble-like. Lash's body is curvaceous and fitted in a top of simple make--something a lower class citizen would wear. It has many layers and folds for function but is pretty. As seen from her cleavage and loose-fit clothing, there is clearly no armor upon her. Only a backpack with gear and the odd wrappings of bindings to keep from her skin being torn are bound around her smoky black hands. Her feet seem less like feathers and more of a stonelike quality, like ebony or obsidian--jet black and crystalline in appearance, but very feminine and cute. Upon them are tied sandals that lace up to a functional fighting skirt with shorts underneath and a pouch belt upon her waist. The only weapons you can see are a decent number of arrows for the bows she has. One is a standard longbow, the other weapon is a longbow as well but seems to be custom-made of high-quality darkened wood. Upon her forearm is a wrist sheath that is not concealed. Inside appears to be a vial of a green liquid currently. Along her belt are potions of various types. For those looking, they are labeled in wax pen. Character Backstory:
Her birth, at first, had been one of surprise and fear. People thought that despite her being human-born, something was sick and wrong with her. She looked like a burnt bird rather than the offspring of her parents. As she grew, she matured into a human-looking child with some differences, but still, her parents did not want her back. They moved on. She was sent to a convent in the countryside. A small place outside of a much larger town. Her matron at the convent cared for her and raised her in good ways, but always Lash had been a bit wild. It was Lash's dream to find acceptance somewhere. Being a young girl and eventually a teenager, that somewhere was somewhere else other than the convent. Enter the priest. A man of evil inside. Swallowed soul and eyes of a demon he was. He set his eyes on Lash and saw her for what she was, an Aasimar. Being over her matron in authority, he had Lash brought before him far away. At first, what was a great journey away from her home for Lash became her dying wish to return. The priest, servant to good gods, desired in secret for the powers of the grave, and through torture, sufferings, blood-drainings, and rituals--Lash was going to be his sacrifice to attain such things. For years he bled her and revived her until nothing was left but a husk. Hope faded in her and freedom seemed impossible, but then a thief broke into the priest's dungeons to steal and there he found the young girl. The two set off from there together, and for a time, she learned about real life, as well as the ways of the streets. It was then she was faced with an option to kill the priest who did all of this to her. She decided she'd take that chance. Fate stepped in and a monk stopped her before she could go through with it. Murder was never so simple he taught her. The two spoke for some time together, and it intrigued her at how both him and his ways could calm her rage. Slowly but surely, he took her under his wing and taught her a better way. She became a member of the Order of the Serpent's Fang, and from there devoted her life to improving herself. Just as day had once again arrived in her life, night set in. Like the rising and falling of flame, her hope diminished when one day she saw at the doors of the monastery, the priest. With him were temple guards and she was seized. Her defiance and escape had angered him, and blaspheming, he lied about what she had said concerning his god and the things she had done. He told about horrible evils that she had to pay for. Her voice, though loud, was not held in as high quality as the priest. Somehow, her past with the thief came up and she was ultimately discredited. In secret delight, the priest told her that by sending her to die in the dungeon of (whatever its name is) it was fulfilling the rituals he had put on her, as surely she will die there--whether it is by his hand or not. Backed by the church, she was cast into the darkness of the maze and if not by the testimony of her matron, she would have been without gear or food. The church instead considered her and gave her a chance to prepare herself for the dungeon. Her matron, Averice Pelland, raised funds for her outside of the church's coffers and was able to get Lash a significant amount of preparedness. Ultimately, she had to face the long dark of the dungeon and was cast inside. All her fight, all her pain of her past, and what she had left behind bubbled up and she cried there in the darkness for a long time until others showed up. |
