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112 posts. Alias of Limnen_euron.


Full Name

Mihaela Stellamaris

Race

Half-elf {conditions: none}

Classes/Levels

Inquisitor 5 | HP 15/28 | AC 22 (Tch 16 FF 16) | F +5 R +8 W +9 (+2 vs. ench.) | Init +10 | Perc +12, low-light vision, scent (vs. aberr.)

Gender

Female

Size

M

Age

32

Alignment

CG

Deity

The Black Butterfly

About Mihaela Stellamaris

Female Half-elf Inquisitor (sanctified slayer) 5
CG Medium humanoid (elf, human)
Initiative +10; Senses low-light; scent (15 ft., aberrations); Perception +12
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DEFENSE
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AC 22, touch 16, flat-footed 16 (+4 armor, +2 shield, +6 Dex)
hp 28 (5d8)
Fort +5, Ref +8, Will +9; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune sleep
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee +1 starknife +11 (1d4+7/x3)
Ranged +1 starknife +11 (1d4+7/x3)
Special Attacks bane (5 rounds/day), precise strike +1d6, sneak attack +1d6, studied target +2 (2 targets)
Inquisitor Spell-Like Abilities (CL 5th; concentration +7)
   At will—detect alignment
   5 rounds/day—discern lies
   5/day—invisibility (5 rounds)
Inquisitor Spells Known (CL 5th; concentration +7)
   2nd (3/day)—invisibility, see invisibility, weapon of awe
   1st (5/day)—bless, divine favor, protection from evil, returning weapon
   0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, disrupt undead, guidance, read magic, stabilize
Inquisition Clandestine
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STATISTICS
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Strength 8 (-1), Dexterity 22 (+6), Constitution 10 (—), Intelligence 12 (+1), Wisdom 14 (+2), Charisma 12 (+1)
Base Atk +3; CMB +2; CMD 18
Feats Precise Strike, Starry Grace, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (starknife)
Skills 40+10 ranks (30 inquisitor, 5 int, 5 favored class, 10 background); ACP
    Diplomacy +9 (+5 rank, +1 cha, +3 class)
    Intimidate +11 (+5 rank, +1 cha, +3 class, +2 morale)
    Knowledge (arcana) +6 (+2 rank, +1 int, +3 class)
    Knowledge (dungeoneering) +9 (+5 rank, +1 int, +3 class)
    Knowledge (planes) +5 (+1 rank, +1 int, +3 class)
    Knowledge (religion) +6 (+2 rank, +1 int, +3 class)
    Perception +12 (+5 rank, +2 wis, +3 class, +2 racial)
    Sense Motive +12 (+5 rank, +2 wis, +3 class, +2 morale)
    Sleight of Hand +14 (+5 rank, +6 dex, +3 class)
    Stealth +14 (+5 rank, +6 dex, +3 class)
    Survival +10 (+5 rank, +2 wis, +3 class)
Traits fate's favored, monster stalker, reactionary
Drawback overprotective
Languages Common, Varisian, Abyssal, Aklo, Celestial, Elven, Infernal
SQ blessed secrecy, elf blood, monster lore +2, solo tactics, stern gaze +2, track +2
Alternate Racial Trait dual minded
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EQUIPMENT
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Weapons +1 starknife
Armor +1 spider-silk bodysuit, +1 buckler
Worn belt of incredible dexterity +2, cloak of resistance +1, hooded leather trench-coat
Belt Pouch alchemist's fire (2), antiplague, antitoxin, oil of bless weapon, potion of cure light wounds (4), potion of keen senses, 25 gp
Spell Component Pouch
Other Gear holy symbol (tattoo, palm of her left hand)
Encumbrance 25.5 lbs. (26-53-80)

Fully Buffed Stats (Bless + Divine Favor + Protection from Evil + Weapon of Awe + Bane + Studied Target):

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DEFENSE
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AC 22 (24. vs evil), touch 16 (18 vs. evil), flat-footed 16 (18 vs. evil)
Fort +5, Ref +8, Will +9; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 vs. evil, +1 vs. fear
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OFFENSE
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Melee +1 starknife +18 (1d4+2d6+15/x3)
Ranged +1 starknife +18 (1d4+2d6+15/x3)

Background:

There are tomes, to be found in some sequestered monasteries of the Agathion Lady Shei, or in the vast libraries perched atop the improbable heights of the Tian-Xia mountains, which claim that the difference between man and object is that the former has a history, while the latter holds but merely a purpose. For man is thrown into existence devoid of meaning and aim, and must create his own path in life in a constant struggle for self-determination — while a tool holds only as much function and form as was imbued into it by its maker at the moment of its crafting, its essence predetermined and unchanging.

If we accept these elucubrations as truth, we must also conclude that the simple notion of Mihaela’s story becomes ipso facto a paradox of sorts, an oxymoron in the making. We shall strive nonetheless.

The very name she’s known by, for starters: if such thing a true, intimate name of things and people exists, that’s not hers. One of the many orphans growing up in the winding streets of Magnimar's lower districts (the result of a passionate tryst, whereas the long- and short-lived had found a measure of solace in each other’s embrace? A child conceived out of wedlock, given away to conceal the scandal? An unfortunate by-product of one of the City of Monuments' many houses of pleasure?), we know not which name, if at all, was bestowed upon her by her natural parents, and if any moniker had been given her by whatever congregation had tended to her worldly needs in the years of her childhood, its knowledge was lost in the subsequent horror which befell upon the Underbridge District in 4679 AR.

In other circumstances, one would say her 4 years of age were but an aggravation to the demented awfulness she came to be an unwilling part of (as any pious and decent folk would agree that any sin turns more grievous when witnessed through the eye of childhood innocence), but the case being what it was, it might not be too-fetched to call it a mercy, of sorts. For the blessed inability of the younger brain, not yet accustomed to the strict categories of causality and space, to piece together what unfolded before its very eyes might have very well been the only thing keeping it intact — of the Desnan inquisitors who blew the whole underground sanctum up before the ritual was completed, only those who didn’t stare directly at the THING retained enough sanity to report on what they had glimpsed: a hideous mass, made of scores of bodies grotesquely fused together (it would be later ascertained at least some of them had belonged to the throng of orphans, derelict, vagrants and vagabonds whose disappearance from the Irenspan-overlooked alleys of the Underbridge District no-one would have noticed) — apparently crawling not THROUGH the three-dimensions of known space, yet somehow BETWEEN and BENEATH them — surrounded by the droning chants of mindless, black-hooded acolytes: "IA-IA-SHUB-NIGGURATH! IA-IA-SHUB-NIGGURATH! IA-IA-SHUB-NIGGURATH!"

Among the debris a lone child was found, the would-be final sacrifice, the last piece to be fed to the THING before the star-portal truly opened. How it survived a pandemonium where far mightier had had their bodies — or their sanity — torn to shreds, it was anyone’s guess. Though a pitch-black monarch placidly fluttering her wings over the girl’s body was taken as a sign of the Black Butterfly’s favor by the survivors, who took her under their wing and gave her the auspicious name of Mihaela Stellamaris — both from the name of their deceased leader and an old term mariners used to call Cynosure, the Northern Star.

This would have been but the prelude of her story, but in our case, it must act as an epilogue of sorts. What followed were years of gruesome training and single-minded devotion to a cause, as if the experience of the Outer Terrors had forever suppressed the person she was to become and instead re-forged her into a living, breathing weapon with a singular purpose: to prevent something similar from ever again infringing the barrier between worlds. Indeed, years passed before she even uttered her first words in the presence of her newfound mentors, causing suspicions of feeble-mindedness to be raised and then promptly assuaged once she started devouring every dusty tome she could get her hands on; still, she remained laconic and soft-spoken throughout all her life, but with Silence being part of her Goddess’s portfolio, that too ended up being taken as a heavenly sign.

Mihaela at a glance:

  • She's a woman of very few words, and when shes speaks, she does so tersely and curtly, usually in short, declarative sentences.
  • She's a bit on the short and slender side for an half-elf, meaning she would be considered an average height (5 ft. 2 in.) yet quite willowy (98 lbs.) human.
  • Her features took mostly from her human side, a probable indicator of elven blood running rather thin in her veins. Her most distinguishable elven traits are the pointy tips of her ears, barely peeking out of her auburn hair (which she keeps cut pragmatically short at all times).
  • She sports a Varisian-style tattoo of a black monarch butterfly covering her whole back, long, winding tendrils protruding from it and coiling around her limbs and belly as if to embrace her whole body. The (usually) only visible part of it is a lone tendril extending all the way down her left forearm and to the palm of her hand, holding a Holy Symbol of the Black Butterfly.
  • Mimicking her personality, her choice of attire is practical and subdued. When on the road, she wears a tight-fitting, double-breasted black trench-coat, complete with a hood to protect her both from the elements and inconspicuous eyes. If she's stalking a target and mobility is of the essence, she usually discards it to reveal the tight full-body suit underneath, adhering to her body like a second skin.
  • Though there is a delicacy in her features which could very well be mistaken for beauty, it is often tempered by an aura of both steely resolve and austerity. All in all, her most memorable characteristic is probably her piercing stare, as burning and uncompromising when analyzing a suspect or a scene as it is prone to turn sweet and melancholic in the rare instances she's found dreamily gazing upwards, lost in the patterns of the myriad stars and the darkness between.