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I made this character for another Giantslayer game but didn't get picked, so I'm resubmitting her as I really wanted to try her out. As for me, I've been doing PbP for almost a year now and try to post as often as I can, at least once per day. I've been playing pen and paper for about 15 years (first D&D and now Pathfinder).
Changed into a Hunter. Hope my stats are all correct. Instead of a bear, I went with wolf. Put the Character Concept and Driving Forces/Aspirations/Secret Desires into the alias profile.
You know, I'm almost tempted to do a multiclass hunter/fighter. Maybe next time.
Character Concept: Lira is an outdoorsy dwarf, which is uncommon for her kind. She prefers the wilds of nature over the stuffy caves of the underground. Eventually, she will get a wolf companion (I’d pick bear, but rangers for some odd reason cannot have a bear companion) when she reaches the appropriate level. Driving forces, aspirations, or secret desires: Lira despises giants and has trained herself in hunting them. She hopes to someday find the giants who killed her family and reclaim her father’s greataxe, which had been handed down through the generations and was stolen by the giants who slaughtered her settlement. IC Portion/RP Sample:
------------------------------------------------------------------- Lira sat quietly at a table in a dark corner of the tavern. She had recently come into town for supplies and felt that a mug of ale would hit the spot. Finally, the barmaid arrived at her table with her drink in hand. As she set the drink down on the table she noticed the longbow laid out across the young dwarf’s lap, which she though was somewhat odd. ”Excuse me, miss…? I’m sorry, but I don’t think you mentioned your name yet.” Lira looked up at the barmaid. After a moment of staring at her, Lira muttered quietly, “Lira, Lira Stormgem,” before grasping the mug and taking a large swig of the frothy ale. The young barmaid stared blankly for a moment before continuing her thought. ”I see you have a bow. Ne’er see a dwarf with one of those too often. Pardon me for prying, but what do you happen to do for a living?” the young barmaid inquired. ”Hunting,” Lira responded curtly. ”Oh… well, if you’re a hunter, what do you intend to hunt?” replied the barmaid, not skipping a beat. ”Giants,” came another curt reply. Lira looked up at the barmaid with a raised eyebrow. ”Do ya always ask so many questions of your customers?” The barmaid smiled broadly. ”Oh yes. I love hearing about where visitors come from and where they’ve been. Speaking of which, what brings you to our little town?” the barmaid asked cheerfully, not put off by Lira’s dour mood in the least. Lira stared at the barmaid for a moment, trying to gauge her intentions. Seeing no ill intent her line of reasoning, Lira decided to humor the young barmaid. ”I’ve just come from Janderhoff and was stopping by for supplies. I’m only passing through.” ”Oh, that’s the dwarven city, right? Did you grow up there?” the barmaid asked innocently.
The young barmaid watched for a moment as Lira sat there in silence. Without saying a word, she picked up the empty mug and brought a freshly filled one before leaving the dwarf alone in her thoughts.
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