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6 posts. Alias of YoLlama.


Full Name

Pearl, The Mighty

Race

Jötunfolk

Classes/Levels

1 Shield Champion, Winding Path Renegade, Brawler

Gender

Female

Size

Med

Age

Frost Giant's dont have birthdays

Alignment

CN

Deity

Gorum

Languages

Hallit,Giant, Common, Skald

Strength 16
Dexterity 14
Constitution 16
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 9
Charisma 12

About Pearl The Mighty

Stat Block:

Pearl, The Mighty
Jotunfolk Brawler (Shield Champion,
Winding Path Renegade) 1
CN Medium
Init +2;Senses Perception -1
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 17 (+5 armor, +2 shield)
hp 14 (1d10+3+1)
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +0(+1-1)
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Shield Slam +4 (1d8+3) or
. . Unarmed Strike (1d6+3)
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 9, Cha 12
Base Atk +1; CMB +4(+1sunder); CMD 16(+1overrun)
Feats: Improved Unarmed attack, Improved shield bash
Traits:Shield Trained:
Indomitable Will
Blood of Giants
Skills:7-Climbing
6-Perception
8-Intimidating(She's learned the threat of violence can be just as potent)
Background skills
6-Craft[Arms
6-Craft[Armor
7-Knowledge Geography

Languages Common, Skald, Giant, Hallit
Equipment:
Giants Mitt 41gp
Hide shirt 10gp
Large spiked Heavy Steel Shield with illuminated boss 47.5gp
Cold Weather Outfit 8gp
Scarf 1gp
Dan Bong 1sp
Bed roll 1sp
Blanket 5sp
Trail rations 40sp
Waterskin 1gp
2xSunrod 4gp
2sp on Books
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Special Abilities
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Martial Flexibility
Martial Training
Brawlers Cunning

Drawback:Anxious(She learned to keep her head down and speak softly to avoid the ire of her peers)

Racial Traits:
Lowlight Vision
Intimidating Prowess
Thrallsoul
Healer's Curse
Giant's Appetite
Towering Build

Religion:Gorum

10 Minute Background:

-She is a half-giant raised by a Jötunfolk village in the south Fogpeak mountains.
-She's a soft spoken literalist with a hedonist streak, full of her naivety to how the "civilized" world works except for its violence, which she revels in.
-Shunned by the majority of her peers for either the giants's blood in her veins or her human heritage, she's made scarce relationships but can be most often found in crowded venues as she fears being alone more than the whispered barbs of her peers.
-She's an accomplished brawler built from years of meeting the challenge of her massive bullies and honed by her lovers training and knowledge.
-Her love for crafting was born from attempts to impress her mother by excelling at something. And The weapons the Giants possess were two large so she decided to make her own.
-despite her harsh upbringing, she embraced the giant culture and has a tendency to romanticize it.

Appearance:Hovering around eight feet tall, Pearl's imposing pale figure is hidden beneath layers of scarves and furs from which her huge blue eyes peer out curiously. Her ivory hair is spun up in quirky knots and braids contrasting her raccoon eye tattoos and thick dark eyebrows. Scars tear across her thick muscled form even spliting her beestung lips while intermingling with the black band tattoos which encircle her wrists, ankles, and fingers, flaunting her pit fighter status. Her right arm is easily her most dominant feature, bound to an oversized metallic and leather padded gauntlet emblazoned with giant symbols and mythos. She wields an enormous heavy steel shield bearing spikes and a skull shaped boss in the middle of it which glows a sickly blue.

Goals:
-Find a witch or hag to bring back her beloved Hans. His skull is forged into the shield
-Find a new family to protect.

Secrets:
-She ate Hanz, as she's an Infrequent Cannibal. Her inhuman appetite sometimes puts her in awkward positions. They got lost in their escapade and she was forced to eat his fresh corpse.
-She's stolen every book she could get her hand on. During raids, from the treasure horde,

People:
Fyrda-Mother-disowned her after a few years of raising her, like a proper Frost giant
Vikkvigr-Giant Blacksmith who trained her.
Hans-Love of her life. Ex-Gladiator. Slave she captured after a raid on his caravan as he traveled fromDied months after they ran away from her home. He taught Pearl everything she knows about gladiatorial technique.

Memories,Mannerisms, Quirks
-Talks openly to her shield as if it were Hans
-Doesnt understand metaphor/symbolism
-German-esque accent
-Training with Hanz in her mountain village and he asked her to help him escape and run away with together

Tropes:'Cloudcuckoolander', German 'Creepy Monotone', 'Nightmare Fetishist' about her culture, 'The Big Guy', occasional 'Deadpan Snarker', 'Big Eater', 'Literal Minded'

Narrative:
A brief creaking and cracking of trees echoed across the valley as swarms of crows lifted suddenly to the sky in alarm. The two weary travelers south of the noise halted their descent and wheeled towards the interruption, hearts throat. A claustrophobic silence crawled from the wood and filled the rocky expanse as Pearl strained for any sign that what she heard was just her over active imagination. "Maybe it was a bear or a Roc nest collapsing." She hoped internally. Her wide eyes glanced down at Hans, hints of his boyish beauty peeking through his weathered face.
"They've found us..." he whispered through chapped lips. His expression mirrored her sense of dread but despite herself, A small grin flicked out of the corner of her mouth.

After two years as a slave, a daring escape which involved more than a couple slit throats, and days of unyielding hiking without rest, even her stalwart prince of the arena was beginning to tire. But what she had found so amusing was his unbridled sense of defiance. She had found a kinship with him and regardless of their impending bloody end, she was happy. It was tragically romantic! Her thoughts drifted to the stolen romance novels in her rucksack.

"PEARL.", Hanz hissed authoritatively as his hand fell to the axe hanging from his hip, shaking her from her lovesick stupor. "We need to move. Get your head out of the clouds."

"Mein family iz persistent, da?" Pearl whispered back, cracking her knuckles.