About Maya XiuPlayer Name: Ahre
Female Tian-Min Half-Elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1
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Defense:
-------------------- AC 16, Touch 14, Flat-footed 12 (+2 Armor, +4 Dex) HP 13 Fort +4 Ref +4 Will +0 (+2 vs Enchantment) -------------------- Offense:
-------------------- Speed 40ft Melee Elven Branched Spear, +5 (1d8+0/x3) P 10ft
Bloodrager Spells Known (CL1; concentration +2)
Statistics:
-------------------- Str 11 Dex 18 Con 14 Int 12 Wis 10 Cha 12 Base Atk +1 CMB +1 CMD 15 Feats Weapon Finesse Traits Arcane Archivist, Elven Reflexes Skills Acrobatics +8, Diplomacy +5, Knowledge (Arcana) +5, Linguistics +5, Perception +6 Height 5'4"
Gear:
-------------------- Combat Gear Elven Branched Spear, Chakram (x3), Leather Armor Other Gear Cold Weather Outfit, Hooded Lantern, Masterwork Backpack, Waterproof Bag, Waterskin, Elven Trail Rations (x5), Chalk, Charcoal, Writing Feather, Inkpot, Paper, Parchment, Flint and Steel, Bedroll, Blanket -------------------- Racials:
-------------------- Half-elf Racial Traits - Ancestral Arms: Some half-elves receive training in an unusual weapon. Half-elves with this racial trait receive Exotic Weapon Proficiency or Martial Weapon Proficiency with one weapon as a bonus feat at 1st level. This racial trait replaces the adaptability racial trait. Arcane Training: Half-elves occasionally seek tutoring to help them master the magic in their blood. Half-elves with this racial trait have only one favored class, and it must be an arcane spellcasting class. They can use spell trigger and spell completion items for their favored class as if one level higher (or as a 1st-level character if they have no levels in that class). This racial trait replaces the multitalented racial trait. Elf Blood: Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race. Elven Immunities: Half-elves are immune to magic sleep effects and gain a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects. Keen Senses: Half-elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks. Low-Light Vision: Half-elves can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light. -------------------- Special Abilities:
-------------------- Class Abilities - Controlled Bloodrage: When an urban bloodrager rages, she does not gain the normal benefits. Instead, she can apply a +4 morale bonus to her Constitution, Dexterity, or Strength. This bonus increases to +6 when she gains greater bloodrage and to +8 when she gains mighty bloodrage. She can apply the full bonus to one ability score or split the bonus between several scores in increments of 2. When using a controlled bloodrage, an urban bloodrager gains no bonus on Will saves, takes no penalties to AC, and can still use Charisma-, Dexterity-, and Intelligence-based skills. A controlled bloodrage still counts as a bloodrage for the purposes of any spells, feats, and other effects. This ability alters bloodrage. Bloodline Abilities; Arcane -
Stories: --------------------
Dusk:
The sun burns a bright orange as it descends towards the horizon, much of its fiery light obscured by the thick blankets of dark green leaves that shelter the snowy floor below. A thin mist lingers amidst the fresh and chilly air, marking the slow but ceaseless approach of winter. The Forest of Spirits is as tranquil as usual, its stillness barely disturbed by the two silhouettes that dance with one another in silence. A sudden yelp pierces the quiet, followed by a muffled thud as the shorter figure collapses ungracefully. The girl's fists uncurl in her fatigue, allowing the long wooden stick previously wielded in both hands to rest beside her as she lies atop the frosty earth, chest heaving with each heavy breath. Long strands of black hair are splayed messily around a small frame, simple robes muddied by hours of training, yet her lilac eyes glare fiercely up at the face of the man who stands above her, casting her own in shadow. "Too slow," he laughs, twirling his own wooden stick held casually in one hand before digging it into the dirt beside the girl. His voice is gruff and low, yet warm and seasoned with amusement. A grey linen top is tied tightly around his waist revealing the scars and muscles that pattern his bare torso, but even in the cold he shows no sign of discomfort. The man scratches his rough goatee in thought a number of times before returning the hand to ruffle his own mass of dark hair, finally speaking again. "Your footwork is still too slow. You do well to drive out your spirit when you strike, but you must be more mindful of your balance, else you leave yourself open. Stand, let us go once more-" "Why?" The girl's light and fragile voice is permeated by frustration. "Why must you teach me these difficult techniques, father? Passing them on to someone like me... Not to mention, my ability to use them is..." She squeezes her eyes shut, forcing away the painful feeling of bruises maturing upon her skin and attempting to quell the rise of tears that threaten to burst forth from behind her eyelids. The man's hand pauses, his cordial expression turning to one of seriousness as a small sigh escapes his lips. He lowers himself slowly into a crouching position, extending a hand to gently caress the girl's forehead. "Maya, my child, I do not think you need to worry about such things. No one should expect to master an art as soon as they receive it, especially one as young as you. Come, you are turning twelve in three days, are you not? This is no time for the shedding of tears." The girl sniffs in response, wiping her nose clumsily as her father quickly draws to his feet, turning away to gaze up with brown eyes at the burning sunset peeking through the canopy of the forest. "You may think that your elder sister is better suited than you for many things. She is gifted with your mother's magic, and of that you are envious." He rips his training spear from the earth and rests it on one shoulder as he takes a few calm steps away, sandals crunching softly against the icy floor. "But I believe your talents have yet to reveal themselves to you. There will come a time where I will no longer be able to protect you, and you must fend for yourself. It is then that you will realize these techniques are most befitting of you, my daughter. Or did I mishear, and you do not wish for the power to protect others, like I? You have shown conviction, Maya. All that you need now, is confidence." A cool breeze drifts between the enormous trunks of pine trees, fading quietly as peace returns once more to the forest. "Again." The man glances casually over one shoulder, the faintest of smiles on his lips. "Again," the girl growls a second time, drawing unsteadily to her feet and lifting the wooden stick up from its rest upon the floor. "This time I'll beat you for sure." "Ho~," the man muses, glaring just as determinedly at the challenger. "Is that not what you said last time, and the time before?" "Shut up," comes the sharp response, hands readjusting to grip her training spear more solidly. "Prepare yourself, father." The man nods once, taking a readied stance with his feet and slowing his breathing. His eyes fall closed, allowing the sensation of serenity brought about by the quietude of the evening, the refreshing cold of the air, and the subtle warmth of the setting sun to calm his senses. He keeps his back towards the girl, this time to hide the satisfied smile that grows upon his face. "Whenever you are ready, Maya."
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