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About Penelope Pinch

Penelope Pinch
Female half-elf paladin (divine hunter) 4
LG Medium humanoid (elf, human)
Init 4; Senses low-light vision; Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +4 Dex)
hp 29 (4d10+1)
Fort 7, Ref 8, Will 7
Immune disease
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee longsword +6 (1d8+3 S/19+)
Ranged longbow +9 (1d8 P/×3)
Paladin Spell-Like Abilities (CL 4th; concentration +7)
. . At will—detect evil
Paladin (Divine Hunter) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4)
. . 1st—weapons against evil
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Base Atk +4; CMB 6; CMD 20
Feats Precise Shot, Rapid Shot, Weapon Focus (longbow)
Traits friend in every town, militia veteran (any town or village)
Skills Craft (bows) +5, Diplomacy +11, Handle Animal +10, Knowledge (local) +8, Knowledge (religion) +8, Profession (soldier) +4, Sense Motive +6, Survival +5 (+7 to avoid becoming lost)
Languages Celestial, Common, Elven
Combat Gear oil (2); Other Gear hide shirt, longbow, longsword, +1 flaming arrows (3), arrows (20), blunt arrows[APG] (20), backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, bullseye lantern, canteen[UE], compass[APG], flint and steel, iron holy symbol[UE], mess kit[UE], skillet[UE], soap, trail rations (5), 149 gp, 12 sp
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Special Abilities
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Detect Evil (At will) (Sp) You can use detect evil at will (as the spell).
Elf Blood
Immunity to Disease
Lay on Hands (2d6 hit points, 5/day) (Su) As a standard action (swift on self), touch channels positive energy and applies mercies.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail.
Mercy (Sickened) (Su)
Paladin Channel Positive Energy 2d6 (2/day, DC 15) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect.
Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee.
Rapid Shot You get an extra attack with ranged weapons. Each attack is at -2.
Shared Precision (Su) When hit foe with ranged attack, all allies in 10 ft gain Precise Shot vs. that foe.
Smite Evil (2/day) (Su) +3 to hit, +4 to damage, +3 deflection bonus to AC when used.
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History
A young baby girl was left at the temple eighteen years ago. Penny likes to think it was a cold stormy night, crashing and booms, maybe even HAIL, but no, Lady Gensar assures her it was a bright sunny morning, one of the most perfect of the season. The priestess even saw the woman leaving quickly in a richly styled purple cloak. Not even a poor desperate wretch with a haunted look of profound regret. Just an inconvenienced traveler made with child by a pointed ear dabbler of pretty human ladies.

It was a much worse story that way, the orphan does complain. Often. Though her life was not a well of suffering either. The head of the only temple in the Hollow treated her like her very own, never leaving her wanting, though she is frequently chastised for her willful desires to Roam, and her deeply snarky nature. Iomedae does not approve, was her most heard phrase ever.

Even with her little rebellions, most of the town assumed the headstrong young woman would follow in her adoptive parent's ways. In a way she did, but Erastil spoke to her instead of Imodea. Maybe it is her love of animals, nature, trees, and even BEES or maybe it is that appreciation of family that comes with knowing she lost the one she was born to from utter disinterest but gained one in the stern but warm love of the one that simply choose her.

Personality

The half elf maid of two and twenty made a noise of pure irritation. A growl, surely not, she's the ward of the priestess isn't she, manners SHOULD be a thing from the likes of hers. But no, the purple garbed (always some kind of shade of the color, maybe due to dear ole abandon-prone mum) young woman did Growl, she looked quite ready to punch the dickens out of this entitled young man. (Whatever the dickens is, neither of the these two knew but not knowing did not mean it wasn't about to be punched.)

He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again and succeeded in saying "It's a Turtle" gesturing the creature on its back. Where he had flipped it for a chuckle.
"Yes. It Is." her words were venom. Those startling blue eyes looking like they would burst in fireballs straight for his head. "Maybe we should see how you like it, though we'd have to bind your hands and ankles I think, leave you out in the middle of the street for people to bray at like donkeys." she insulted his laugh, which as much as being laughed at by other.

"We?" he wondered aloud. The brunette was alone. And short. Yes, she looked fit, but still short. Then he noticed the gaze of the Jabbs the butcher, and then over there, a couple of burly lumber workers with arms crossed. And they all looked Not Short and very protective of the pretty purple lass.

She didn't look to them for help but instead stepped forward, with a fury in her eyes that would startle even braver man.

This man wasn't a braver man, so sense flooded home, finally and he knelt down, flipped the turtle back over, and hurried on. Sparing only a single glimpse over his shoulder, to see the woman fawning over the shelled amphibian like a lost child.

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