"You see destruction and rot... but I see new life. A home for those with no home."
Crunch:
Ravvyx the Plague Bringer
Male Kobold Druid/1 (Blight Druid)
LN Small Humanoid (Reptilian)
Deity: Gozreh Homeland: Restov Age: 15
Init +3; Senses Perception +9, Darkvision 60'
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Defense
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AC 19 Touch 14 Flat-footed 16
HP 8/8
Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +5
Favored Class Bonus +1 HP
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Ranged Sling +4 (1d3-2)
Special Radiating Touch - Will DC 13 (6/6)
Spells
1st (DC 14) - Magic Stone (domain), Remove Sickness, Ray of Sickening
0th (DC 13) - Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Resistance
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Statistics
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Str 6, Dex 16, Con 8, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 12
Base Atk +0; CMB -3; CMD 12
Feats Spell Focus (Necromancy)
Traits Kobold Faith, Pioneer
Skills Handle Animal +5, Heal +7, Kn. Nature +8, Perception +9, Survival +9
Languages Draconic, Common, Druidic
SQ Vermin Empathy, Crafty, Nature Sense
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Equipment
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Hide Armor
Sling
20 Bullets
Backpack
Bedroll
Trail Rations x5
Background:
Ravvyx is a kobold displaced among the Stolen Lands. Growing up in the now lost Rootgnasher tribe, Ravvyx found he had a strange habit of making around him sick when he passed through, prompting the elders to evaluate him. They found that he was in tune with nature... but in a much different way. Where he walked, plague and blight followed in his wake, as if the world itself was sickened by his passing. Naturally, this made him incredibly unpopular within his tribe, and was promptly kicked out for bringing waste on them, for the good of the tribe.
However, as he was preparing to leave, a purple worm came barreling through the tribe's snarl, enraged and rampaging. As the tribe started to flee, Ravvyx was left behind, just as the worm crashed through the chamber he was in. As Ravvyx braced himself for the inevitable, something remarkable happened - the worm calmed down, moved in close, assessed the kobold, and promptly turned and tunneled it's way out. Astounded by this development, the tribe hailed Ravvyx as a hero... but he was not satisfied with this outcome. He didn't want to be accepted anymore - it was clear he could not remain among his kin, not without repercussions. His very miasma had turned off a purple worm and sent it scurrying away. In spite of his tribe's pleading, Ravvyx finished packing his meager belongings and left to find a home on the surface.
For years, Ravvyx has sheltered in the forests of the Stolen Lands, studying nature and his own corrupting powers to find a way to contain them... and he's met with success! He no longer withers wildlife when he walks by, and has learned to suppress his inner plague to such a degree that he can he can now sponge rot and muck from the fauna nearby. He currently makes his home in a patch of forest that suffered from a wildfire some time ago, ensuring that the wounded forest is able to sustain the new forms of life calling the place home. Of course, once in a while, he visits Oleg's Outpost for when he needs unique supplies that can't be found safely in the wild. While a strange sight, his expertise in the surrounding natural environment, as well as his willingness to use his powers to preserve the food stores of the outpost, have earned him a welcome spot.
Personality:
Ravvyx isn't bothered by the loneliness his task saddles him with. In fact, he rather likes it, as it means he can go about his job without interference from others who can't appreciate the necessity of his work. Ravvyx holds firm that places that succumb to decay and plagues are not bleak and barren wastelands - quite the opposite. Only in these places can one see truly rare creatures, hardy and thriving in this altered environment. They have a harsh lot, misunderstood and unappreciated by all, and he must work hard to give them the love they need.
However, Ravvyx would not relish seeing everything destroyed, as there must be new to cycle into the old, and maintain balance. Rather, he prefers to guard these places, and allow them to flourish on their own. That isn't to say he is against it's spread or fostering a new area of blight and ruin, but it must be controlled carefully. Spreading wastelands too quickly hurts both sides of the boundary, and can be hard to contain.
There are times when Ravvyx's tastes are questionable, as he finds beauty in things others would find more grotesque. Rats, vermin and even the occasional undead creature can elicit coos and pats from him. At times, his hygiene can be impeccable, but at others, it seems utterly disgusting (he particularly loves the feel of mush and muck between his toes). However, this makes him brave enough to walk into places others would consider dangerous, as he realizes what is hazardous and what is just off-putting.
