REMEMBER:Use the Raise my Shield action to get my Shield Bonus to AC!
Background: OTHERWORLDLY MISSION:
You're called to serve a specific purpose—your deity told you so, and so it must be true. Maybe you grew up knowing all along, or maybe it came to you one day in a vision, clear as a bell and twice as loud. You have some task that only you can accomplish. You mission might be as dangerous as killing a deadly tyrant or as simple as opening a particular door on a particular day.
You should work with your GM on how to handle the truth of your character's backstory or leave it to the GM to decide in secret. Is this call to action a message from the character's own mind, are they being manipulated by some manner of supernatural entity, or are they actually getting marching orders from one of the deities of the setting?
Choose two ability boosts. One must be to Wisdom or Charisma, and one is a free ability boost.
You're trained in Religion. Once per adventure, you can ask the voice you believe to be a deity for orders and get some kind of instruction—you never get any kind of explanation, simply a command to go somewhere or do something. Following those commands isn't always safe, but it's usually interesting.
HP: 55/55
AC: 16 Naked, 19 in Hide, 18 Naked + Shield, 21 Hide + Shield
Saves: Expert for Fort and Will, Trained in Ref
Skills: Expert in Perception (+8) and Intimidation (+9), Trained in Athletics (+9), Religion (+6), Acrobatics (+8), Nature (+5), Survival (+6)
Rage: +2 damage to melee attacks, -1 to AC, Temp HP = level + CON Mod. Lasts for 1 minute, 1 minute cooldown
Attacks: Axe +8 (1d8+4)
Raging: +2 to damage, -1 AC, 3 temp HP, Resistance to weapon damage
Class Features:
Deny Advantage: Your foes struggle to pass your defenses. You aren’t flat-footed to hidden, undetected, or flanking creatures of your level or lower, or creatures of your level or lower using surprise attack. However, they can still help their allies flank.
Feats:
Ancestry: Natural Skill (Trained in Nature + Survival)
Barbarian: Raging Intimidation (Can Demoralize & Scare to Death while raging, get Intimidating Glare & Scare to Death as soon as I qualify)
Intimidating Glare (Can Demoralize with just a glare, no audio or language necessary)
Sudden Charge (Can Stride twice and make an attack if my movement ends next to an enemy)
Blessed One Dedication (Get Lay on Hands and 1 Focus Point in pool, can Refocus to get it back)
General: Fast Recovery (Recover 2x HP from resting; successful Fort saves vs. ongoing disease/poison reduce its stage by 2 (or by 1 if it’s virulent, with crit successes reducing stages by 3 and 2 respectively; reduce drain by 2 per rest instead of 1)
Skill: Quick Jump (High Jump/Long Jump as a single action)
Siobhan stands at an average height for a Celt, with symmetrical facial features, high cheekbones and a sculpted muscular physique suited to the warrior’s life. She has a mane of back-length jet-black hair and green eyes hardened by warfare. Her body is adorned with many blue woad tattoos, the most prominent of them being a majestic crow of Celtic knots that runs the length of her sword arm all the way up to her shoulder, a blue woad stripe across her eyes, a pair of Spiral knots that run the length of her legs, a Dara knot around the forearm of her shield arm, and a Celtic Cross tattoo on her chest.
Her newest tattoo is on her left shoulder: it is a warding tattoo in the shape of Calistria's holy symbol--with a crow's head in its very centre.
Personality
Siobhan is a faithful believer in the legends of the Tuatha de Danann, with a particular reverence for the Morrígan above all. She is a quiet one, preferring to follow by someone’s side and support them with a few well-timed glares than to lead men into battle. She’s not at all shy about her body—indeed, if caught unawares, she’s more than comfortable with charging at the enemy in true ancient Celtic fashion: in a blood-frenzy with little more than her shield to protect her.
Background
Siobhan was born during a time of uncertainty and unease for her tribe, in 40 AD. Only three years after her birth, the Roman Empire would invade Britannia and begin the long process of conquering it, hill by hill and tribe by tribe. By the time she was a full-grown woman, she had a long time to develop a blistering hatred for Rome’s legions and their ever-rapacious quest for land and wealth.
Growing up, Siobhan was fascinated by her tribe’s stories of the Tuatha de Danann—the heroes and gods of ancient Britain’s myth. Though she listened to stories of Cu Chulainn, the Dagda and others, it was the legends of the goddess of war and death that truly captured the young warrior’s imagination: the many stories of the Morrígan. It was these stories she clung to as Roman influence expanded, these stories that gave inspiration to her limbs as she trained relentlessly to fight, and these stories that would ultimately play a role in her fate to come.
When Queen Boudicca rose up against the Romans in 60 AD, Siobhan needed little encouragement to join her growing army. Under Boudicca’s leadership the armies of the Celts caught the Romans by surprise, time and time again. But they would soon push too far, and awaken the Roman war machine in earnest.
The night before the final battle of Boudicca’s Uprising, the young Siobhan had a vision. It was not at all a pleasant one—in it, she was surrounded by the bloodied corpses of far too many of her fellow Celts, butchered by the thousands as a Roman shield wall advanced upon them. Her clothes were bloodied, and being washed in a nearby river—washed by an all-too-familiar figure, surrounded by crows feasting upon the bodies of the fallen.
And, curiously, above them all… a mighty dragon, their scales shining the brilliant gold of the sun.
Siobhan knew it was an omen—she would not find victory for her people on the battlefield, but would be one of Boudicca’s countless fallen warriors. And sure enough, when the morning came, a Roman pilum would find her stomach and impale it. As she collapsed into the surrounding bog, with darkness closing in, it was then that a strange sort of magic took hold of her…
