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swash | .5lf lev. 3| 10/41 | ac 20 | per 7 | f 8 r 11 w 7| hero points 3 |
About Tannakin Skinker
Name: Tannakin Skinker
Ancestry: Human
Heritage: Half-Elf
Background: Emissary
Class: Swashbuckler
Deity: Adventure and the Open Road
Alignment: NG
Size: M
Traits: Brown eyes
Perception(+5)
Senses: Low light
Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Orcish
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AC(20) , Fort(T) [+8], Ref(E) [+11], Will(E) [+7]
HP:41
Class DC(19)
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Speed 30
Melee(Rapier, +9, d6+2 piercing, deadly d8, disarm, finesse)
Ranged(Hand Crossbow, +9, d6 piercing, and 20 bolts)
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Str 12 Dex 18 Con 10 Int 10 Wis 10 Cha 16
Skills
+9
Acrobatics
+5
Arcana
+7
Athletics
+0
Crafting
+7
Deception
+7
Diplomacy
+7 (+2 level 3 boost +1 glasses=+10 now!)
Intimidation
+5
Lore: A City
+5
Medicine
+0
Nature
+0
Occultism
+7
Performance
+0
Religion
+5
Society
+4
Stealth
+0
Survival
+4
Thievery
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Ancestry Feats & Abilities
Low Light Vision
1st: Cooperative Nature
Skill Feats
(Background): Multilingual
General Feats
Class Feats & Abilities
Swashbuckler: Wit
Dedication: Sorcerer, Draconic.
Intimidating Glare
One for All
Confident Finisher
Steady Balance
Bonus Feats
Bon Mot
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Spells:
Shield
Daze (DC 17)
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Items
Swashbuckler's Kit
Bulk 2
Background Story:
Every ancient elf was once young, as much as many would choose to forget that uncomfortable fact. Yes, every 200-year-old warrior was once a youngster of 17. Every 300-year-old scholar was once dancing at 18. Every 400-year-old wizard was once apologizing for their rash behavior at 19. Every 500-year-old… well, you get the idea.
And so, it has come to pass that a beautiful young elven woman of 18 is being lectured by her parents. Her parents, both past their second century, had hoped she would be as sensible as they always have been (or at least, as sensible as they’d been for the last 180 years). They’ve long repressed their memories of their own fiery passionate youth, and now they find themselves repressing someone else’s youth.
But Eliel has no time for them. She has eyes only for the kindly face and quiet voice of Gregg Skinker, a semi-employed (rather, a multi-employed) and somewhat scraggly youth of roughly the same age. After landing in Otari and getting trapped in the inn during a storm, Eliel spent her first evening in town watching Gregg polish the dishes, smelling the food he cooked when the chef got too drunk, tasting his well-seasoned dishes (one need not be seasoned to season), hearing him sing clever romantic-comic songs when the bard got too drunk, and finally feeling his strong hands around her waist when, after her parents went grumpily to bed, the bard woke up enough to play them a rollicking dance in the otherwise empty room—swirling in circles while the stormy sea roared outside. They danced after the bard finished singing, and danced when the fire had died down, swaying to the rhythm of the rain on the windowpanes.
The next morning, Eliel informed Gregg and her parents that she wanted to get married and stay in town.
And thus, the lecture. But if Eliel’s parents can’t believe her rashness, you can only imagine how Gregg is feeling. The Otari girls always liked him ok, but just as a friend. And then this elf girl shows up and wants to stay… forever? While he’s not the most educated of men, he’s spent countless hours in the library reading his two favorite genres: love poetry and adventures. He realizes that this is a test of his will and his heart: is he, a jack-of-all-trades, as true to his heart as a noble night or a courtly poet? He thinks so.
Having danced through the storm of the night, the young couple withstands the storm of the day. They know in their hearts that someday, Eliel will be young and beautiful when Gregg is old and decrepit. But a year at age 20 is as long for an elf as for a human, and they won’t wait for wisdom. The seeds of a beautiful tragedy are sown in fields of springlike joy and happiness.
And Tannakin was born within the year. She’s the oldest of a small swarm of brothers and sisters. Eliel and Gregg have decided to get their money’s worth out of their time together.
As she turns 21, her mother looks to be about the same age. Gregg has greyed and broadened in his early 40s, still hale and hearty, still known for miles around as the man-of-all-work who married an elf. It’s not quite fair to him, because he’s had a prosperous business as a merchant for some time now, and Tannakin has been his constant sidekick and errand-girl since a very young age. Because, frankly, it’s risky to let her out of his sight. She is wild and willful, and her parents see her nature as an incarnation of the youth and passion of their two young selves. Tannakin has been on many trips to the big city of Absalom, using her good head for languages to help her father’s business—it’s really that the only thing she likes more than listening is talking, and languages give her excuses to keep talking!
Along the way, she’s learned how to crack jokes, sling insults, and shout encouragement. Her traveling companions have taught her how to fence. Her parents have taught her to follow her heart, even if her brain says not to.
Because, after these 20 years, Eliel and Gregg are still happy. Forty is still pretty young, after all. They’ve never regretted their impetuous decisions, and maybe they’ve taken it a bit too far, feeling like it’s hypocritical to ask Tannakin to be wiser than they were. And even if Tannakin can be a handful, she’s an awful lot of fun.
Sometimes, Eliel finds herself standing by the window, looking at the sea and wondering how she’s going to take it when Gregg dies. She wonders if she’ll be strong enough to stand by him while his health fails. She wonders if she’ll be able to handle it when Tannakin, her firecracker of a daughter, also gets old and dies. Tannakin and her brothers and sisters. Usually, Eliel pushes these thoughts out of her head and tries to focus on what’s in front of her. Sometimes, she wonders if someone was thinking along these lines when they left their child at the Temple of the Dawnflower… [this might be edited when I see Airi’s reasons for being at the temple!]
Airi knows Gregg and Eliel as kindly presences on the fringes of her life. They never forget her birthday and they never fail to give a small gift on festival days. Sometimes, Gregg will bring her one of his excellent homemade pastries as he checks out a legendary romance from the library, or Eliel will ask her to go on a walk to the market.
They’ve always told Tannakin to keep an eye on the (somewhat) younger woman. Maybe destiny has something special in store for the half-elves of Otari…
