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About Morimoto MasaharuFull Name: Morimoto Masaharu, First Disciple of Tempered Fear, Last of the Settled Clan Haru, End of the Noble Line of Hito
== Combat ==
Weapon Attack Numbers:
+7 To-hit = BAB +3, STR +4; +8 on second attack during Full Attack action (Many-Handed Weapon Special Property)
1d10+9 S Damage = 1d10 S Base, Str +4, Melee Striker +2, Weapon Specialization +3 (+1/lvl) Defense
== Class Features ==
Theme: Death-Touched:
You have been affected by the energies of death and negative energy. You are not undead, but you have an affinity for the dead and undead that is inexplicable to most living creatures. You may have suffered an attack from an undead creature when very young, or you may have been exposed to strange radiation, dimensional rifts, or magic that caused a weak but permanent link between you and the Negative Energy Plane. You survived this formative experience, but not without some change.
Theme Knowledge (1st)
Primary Fighting Style: Qi Adept:
You are able to tap into your personal life force, enabling you to unleash incredible strikes upon your foes. Whether you’ve discovered these techniques on your own or studied at ancient monasteries and temples devoted to these lost arts, yours is a power cultivated through intense training and skill.
Primary Style Technique: Qi Strike (Su) 1st Level
== Skills ==
== Feats ==
Diehard:
When you are dying, you can spend the required Resolve Points to stabilize and 1 Resolve Point to stay in the fight (regaining 1 Hit Point) in the same round. Improved Initiative:
+4 to Initiative checks. Step Up:
Whenever an adjacent foe attempts to take a guarded step away from you, you can also take a guarded step as a reaction as long as you end up adjacent to the foe that triggered this ability. Deadly Aim:
You may take a -2 to attack rolls in a round to deal additional damage equal to half your base attack bonus (2). == Equipment ==
Morimoto's Story:
Awaken. Water. Meditate. Porridge. Morning Forms. Check Traps. Water. Forage and Hunt. Rest. Water. Evening Forms. Stew. Meditate. Sleep.
A cycle repeated ten thousand times. Uninterrupted. Unerringly. The endless desert of Kasath provided quiet solace, if little else. Morimoto had never stopped thinking about the choices of his fore-mothers not to move Clan Hito on the Idari. His choice had been made for him long before his birth. The cycle could be observed at any point past, present, and future, and appear the same, a perfect perpetual series of events. Until everything changed. The red glow of dusk was pierced by a descending trail of fire that disappeared below the horizon. Roused from meditation, Morimoto gathered supplies and began to walk. Three days and nights he walked until he approached a ship. A glassy, conical starship a thousand times his arm span, settled in a rocky valley. Robotic creatures flittered about and Morimoto made no attempt to conceal himself from them. Within minutes, another creature descended from the belly of the ship, followed by two more, each bearing four arms! Morimoto felt a stir of emotion, a sensation not experienced in many long years. He fell to his knees, overcome. The three came and looked down on him. "Come, child," said the first, its voice not unlike Kasathan, but vastly greater. Morimoto obeyed. One does not question one's creators without good cause. As he ascended into the ship, the giant red sun spilled into the dawn sky. He turned away, out of reverence for the body which had sustained him all these many long years. ----------------- The Witchwyrd were hospitable, in that they provided for Morimoto's needs, of which he had very few. They were enigmatic by nature, it seemed, and rarely did he see any of them as he freely roamed their magnificent vessel. He didn't see anyone else either, and in many ways, being aboard the ship was no different than his life of solitude on Kasath. "Are there others like me here?" Morimoto once asked when he had encountered one of his Witchwyrd hosts. "There are hundreds. They are all around us," came the ethereal reply. Then, in response to Morimoto's confusion, it added, "You must use more than eyes to see." Over the next few weeks, the Kasatha warrior attempted to reach out with all of his senses while meditating. After one such session, he opened his eyes, and another Kasatha stood before him. He blinked, and she was gone. In the months that followed, he often glimpsed others at the corners of his perception, but never encountered one as clearly as that first time. The next time the Witchwyrd revealed themselves, Morimoto asked, "I do see them now, but only fleetingly. Will you explain this?" The great being extended its four arms as if to feel the spray of sand on the wind. "Every dimension and every point in time and space are connected. To experience them requires... greater perspective than you are yet capable." His host placed a hand on his shoulder. It was the first physical contact Morimoto had felt in decades, and it brought him to tears. "You will not join the Idari," it said. "Your clan made its decision. But your personal journey continues on Absalom Station. Seek out the Starfinders. With them, you will achieve your destiny." |