About Raxsortun SteelshaperInit +4 Senses low-light vision Defense EAC 30 KAC 32 CMD 40 DR 3/-
Offense Speed 35 ft.
Statistics Str 20 (+5) Dex 14 (+2) Con 17 (+3) Int 21 (+5) Wis 10 (0) Cha 10 (0)
Backstory:
The day Raxsortun gave away his eyes was the best day of his life. In 16 years, his daughter had grown from hatchling to a strong beautiful warrior, smarter and larger than any of her clutchmates. When she left home to pursue a life in the Pact Worlds, he’d had his misgivings - after all, was victory truly as admirable when earned amongst the dishonorable weaklings of the Pact? He’d announced that her choice would make her weak in the Veskarium, that her choice was without honor or wisdom. She’d retorted that if he insisted on speaking his mind to her, she’d be happy to take him out back and disabuse him of the idea of her weakness. When they’d finished the three rounds of their fight, he embraced her, truly proud of her strength. His ‘eyes,’ his custom viewscreen goggles and computer he’d created as an aid in his years of bounty hunting, were his gift to her - a weapon to help her gain further acclaim off amongst the stars. With one of his brood so accomplished, he said, he could retire happily. He’d never understood what led her to the Starfinder Society - he glossed over her messages speaking of rare discoveries and peaceful contacts - but he felt that same surge of pride every time she spoke of narrow escapes, pitched battles, and the valor of herself and her comrades when faced with impossible situations. His daughter was a warrior amongst explorers in the furthest reaches of the known universe, and he couldn’t be prouder. And then the messages stopped. When the Society first reached out to him to tell him his daughter was missing, the question of her abrupt silence was answered, but so many more questions were suddenly racing through his mind. The first days were the worst - he kept trying the Society contact again and again, looking for further details. None of his messages were returned. Raxsortun liked information. Dossiers had always served him as maps, guides to dangerous locales and introductions to deadly people. The lack of information made him feel restless and impotent, and he spent many of those first days reopening his workshop as a way to get rid of that anxious energy. Rebuilding the eyes was just a way to keep his hands busy and his mind occupied. Then came the enhancement modules… and the armor upgrades… and the weapon fusions. His anxiety had him building an armory. He felt the same surge of pride when he recognized the plan his anxiety had laid forth for him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------ The receptionist leapt up when the doors crashed open, revealing a steel-clad behemoth striding through the doors. ”Hello, can I help you, Mist- er, Miss… um…” Her antenna quivered anxiously, unable to discern anything underneath the heavy armor the visitor wore. ”Raxsortun Steelshaper,” issued the deep voice from somewhere within the intimidating armor. ”I am vesk. And male, if such designations are helpful to you. I seek to apply to your Starfinder Society.” The receptionist nodded, relieved that some questions had been answered. ”Of course, I’ll generate an application for you. What makes you want to be a Starfinder?” she asked, beginning to generate the scanner protocols to pull in vital statistics. ”A referral from another Starfinder,” the vesk answered curtly. ”Wonderful! We’ll be happy to apply the referal bonus to their account! The Starfinder’s name?” ”Axtadana.” To the receptionist’s credit, she didn’t ask for a spelling. ”Axtadana… Hmmm.” The lashunta’s brow wrinkled, perplexed by the viewscreen in front of her. ”I’m sorry, Mister Steelshaper, it appears that she isn’t currently listed as an active Starfinder agent.” She leaped from her seat as an armored fist smashed through the back of the viewscreen. ”There is a mistake in your records. She is an active Starfinder, and I would like to ensure that she receive any referral bonus she is entitled to upon her recovery and return to active duty.” The receptionist opened and closed her mouth in a combination of awe and shock. ”...Recovery?,” she managed to choke out. The armor-clad vesk nodded. ”She is simply missing, and is certainly still living. When she is recovered and returns to duty, she will be owed the referral. Make certain this happens.” There is a sheepish silence. ”You likely need a viewscreen to make note of that information. Is that correct?” The receptionist nods mutely. ”Then I will fix the viewscreen. Please vacate your seat.” The receptionist stands, causing a small shower of glass shards to fall off her onto the floor. The mechanic pays these no mind, crunching across them. He removes the helmet to reveal a scarred countenance, with a softness about the eyes belying the violent outburst of minutes before. He removes the gauntlets and takes a small electronics kit out of a hidden compartment in the arm, beginning to rebuild the viewscreen. With his hands busy and his mind occupied, you would almost think he was smiling faintly.
Advancement choices:
In general, I wanted to make a ‘meleechanic’ - someone focused on tanking, soaking up fire and damage, using mechanic abilities to stay in the fight and the Vesk claws to dish out some brutal close-combat damage. Level 1 Feats: Improved Unarmed Strike: So I could get tail slaps even when holding a longarm for AOOs, plus getting scaling additions to the claw attacks for higher levels
Level 3: Toughness: Increasing survivability Level 5: Extra Resolve: More resolve options, able to heal more frequently out of combat
Level 7: Weapon Focus (Basic Melee) all about those claw upgrades
Level 9: Versatile Focus: Getting that sweet sweet weapon focus bonus to the longarms as well. Level 10:
Mechanic tricks: Level 2: Energy Sheild (increase hit points on command, survivability)
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