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Valtyra Valdemar Peri-blooded aasimar (emberkin) sorcerer (tattooed sorcerer) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of Angels 23, Pathfinder Campaign Setting: Inner Sea Magic, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 7) CG Medium outsider (native) Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +3 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex) hp 9 (1d6+3) Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +3 Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee heavy mace +0 (1d8) or . . unarmed strike +0 (1d3 nonlethal) Ranged light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20) Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +5) . . 3/day—dancing lights Sorcerer (Tattooed Sorcerer) Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +5) . . 1st (4/day)—burning hands (DC 15), grease . . 0 (at will)—acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, spark[APG] (DC 14) . . Bloodline Phoenix -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 10, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 18 Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 13 Feats Alertness, Varisian Tattoo[ISWG] Traits scholar of the ancients, scholar of the great beyond Skills Craft (tattoo) +6, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (planes) +9, Perception +3, Profession (merchant) +5, Sense Motive +3, Spellcraft +8, Use Magic Device +8; Racial Modifiers +2 Knowledge (planes), +2 Spellcraft Languages Celestial, Common, Ignan, Thassilonian, Varisian SQ bloodline arcana (heal half damage with fire spells), bloodline tattoos, familiar tattoo Other Gear crossbow bolts (20), heavy mace, light crossbow, 11 gp -------------------- Tracked Resources -------------------- Crossbow bolts - 0/20 Dancing Lights (3/day) - 0/3 -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Bloodline Arcana: Phoenix (Su) When casting fire spell, may deal no damage to heal living creatures half the damage normally dealt. Bloodline Tattoos (Ex) Bloodline spells are cast at +1 caster level. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only). Empathic Link with Familiar (Su) You have an empathic link with your Arcane Familiar. Energy Resistance, Acid (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Acid attacks. Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks. Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks. Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks. Familiar Bonus: +4 bonus on initiative checks You gain the Alertness feat while your familiar is within arm's reach. Familiar Tattoo (Su) A tattooed sorcerer gains a familiar as an arcane bond, as a wizard equal to her sorcerer level. Her sorcerer levels stack with any wizard or witch levels she possesses when determining the powers of her familiar—this ability does not allow her to Share Spells with Familiar Can cast spells with a target of "You" on the familiar with a range of touch. Varisian Tattoo (Evocation) Spells from chosen school gain +1 caster level. -------------------- Ventra CR –
Physical Description:
Valtyra is a tall, thin Emberkin Aasimar with a mane of long hair the color of flame. Her eyes are a rich, golden color and they don't sparkle or twinkle, they shine; radiating a faint glow. She's wearing an opulent dress of dark green velvet with gold embroidery on the hems. Her black leather, knee-high boots look a bit too shiny and scuffless to have seen much hard use. Intricate tattoos cover her pale, blemishless skin; most with arcane symbols, flames, and a phoenix woven into their patterns. Around her neck is a gold necklace with an intricately carved gold butterfly pendant. Background Summary:
Valtyra is an emberkin aasimar. Her biological father was an elven sorcerer. Her mother is a Varisian witch from Magnimar. Her parents met in the wilderness, he was adventuring, she seeking for her patron. They stayed together, wandering all over and having many adventures together. That all came to an end with her mother's pregnancy. They settled in a glade far from civilization, built a small cabin, and lived there as their daughter, Valtyra, was born. When Valtyra was a few years old, her father 'went away forever' and her mother refuses to tell her any specifics. They returned to Magnimar, to live with her mother's parents. There, her mother met a wealthy merchant, and they were married. She was adopted by the merchant and grew up in her step-father's house. Valtyra grew up looking like a half-elf child with red hair and yellow eyes. As she entered her teenage years, she first started to manifest sorcerer powers like her father and then her Aasimar heritage began to appear. Her hair turned more and more to look like flame, her eyes deepened into a rich gold and began to glow, and small patches of golden scales grew on her skin. The more her magical ancestry manifested, the worse her family began to treat her and she was slowly ostracized by her peers, sibings, and relatives. Her mother never had problems with her changes and used her contacts in the Pathfinders to get her into the trials at the Grand Lodge in Absalom, hoping to get her away from Magnimar and the abuse she was suffering. There she succeeded at the trials and trained to become a Pathfinder. When the call came for Pathfinders to help out in the new lodge in Magnimar, she took it to see her mother again and to rub her relatives noses in her growing success.
Personality Summary:
She's grown up listening to her mother tell her tales of her ancestor's adventures. From her mother and father's adventuring days back through her famous and infamous forebears' numerous exploits. She's started very naive and sheltered; her view of the world was very romanticized. As she was treated worse and worse, she became bitter, surly, and withdrawn. As she's traveled, she's been treated much better and began to recover, although she still nurses some bitterness towards her relatives who treated her shabily. She's used to getting her way through her good looks and forceful personality, being able to charm, persuade, or lie her way out of everything. She comes from a long line of strong, powerful, willful women and has a fiery temper. Background Story:
"Come here my precious little jewel, and snuggle in my lap, while I tell you how papa and I met," mama said in a soothing voice as she wrapped her arms around me, lifted me off the floor, and sank back into the deep, comfy chair near the roaring fireplace. The storm rattled the windows and the wind whistled through the cracks, giving the room a cold, clammy feel. The fire toasted me on one side and I looked up briefly into mama's dark, mysterious eyes framed with long, wavy black hair before I nestled in her lap, my cheek resting on the cool metal of her necklaces' golden butterfly pendant. Wreathed in the comforting lavender smell of mama's perfume, I smiled as my eyes closed and I murmured, "I love this story mama. Especially the part where you and papa fought the..." "Hush child," mama admonished, "we have a long way to go before that part..." The coach hit a particularly nasty rut and bounced me out of my drowsing reverie, eliciting yelps of surprise and pain from the other passengers. Outside, the stormy winds howled and the rain lashed the coach, while I again wished I was snuggled up in that big, comfy chair near the fire back home, rather than being slowly shaken apart in this cold, drafty coach hurtling along the road to Sandpoint. I fingered the gold butterfly necklace now hanging around my neck and wondered how mother was doing. My brown, leather bag sat on the marble floor in the entrancway of my house, mother was fussing over me, brushing my long hair away from my face, her beautiful face with the motherly smile turned up to look at me as we waited for the coach to pull up. A few raindrops splattered down on the road, small puffs of gray dust flew into the air with every drop. "I have something for you my precious jewel," mother looked up at me, took the golden butterfly necklace from around her neck, reached behind my neck, and fastened it. We both looked at it for a moment and a small sigh escaped her lips. "I can't take this, it's yours mother. Grams gave it to you." "Nonsense!" mother reproached me, "When I was your age and setting off to look for what I knew was out there for me, my mother gave it to me. And I too didn't want to accept it, but she told me it was tradition for the oldest daughter to take it with her as she went into the world. Now, it's your turn. I've seen it when I look into the future, you'll find peace and your purpose in life by travelling. Your place is no longer here, I'm sad to see you leave, but your life here has been hard." A sudden, nearby lightning strike shook me out of my day-dream and briefly illuminated the interior of the crampt coach in stark, lurid detail. The long, taciturn face of the merchant sitting across from me was outlined in deep, dark shadows and bright, white relief. His dark eyes were barely visible except as tiny glimmers in the inky, black hollows. It made his face look lke a skeleton's. A skeleton, however, looked happier than this man, whose long, glum face reminded me of my father. Father was taciturn and dark, a stark contrast to my vague memories of papa, a tall, blond, eternally laughing elf. Father's eyes were inky black with a glimmer, while papa's were yellow like mine. I didn't have many memories of him, he went away when I was little. After that mother and I moved back to the city, with grams and pop-pop, wandering in the wilds was no longer a place to raise a small child. Mother married step-father and we moved into his large, stone house near the docks. The day I went through the large, iron-bound doors for the first time, mother announced we were home. I didn't speak to her for days, angry that she betrayed papa by marrying this dour man. I was angry at step-father for trying to replace papa and I refused to call him father. I began to wear dark clothes, write morbid poetry, and rebel at every turn; anger was my constant companion. I even tried to dye my hair black, but for some reason, it quickly turned back. Once, I purchased a minor potion to change hair color from a merchant in the market, and that failed as well. The coach hit another mountain disguised as a bump in the road, we all cried out in surprise again. Across from me, the woman in the expensive blue dress dropped her bag on the floor, its contents spilling all over the floor and in the dark, unseen valuables rolled noisily into every nook and cranny. She muttered a few choice expletives a woman of her evident breeding shouldn't even know and began to feel around on the floor, gathering her valuables back into her bag. "Here, let me help with that," I volunteered. I blew into my cupped palm and a ball of light welled up in it, Hanging it in the air, I could see the other passenger's eyes go slightly wide as their looks at me turned warier than they already were. My hair, eyes, and tattoos, and scales were the focus of their stares from the moment we started out. As we put the last bauble from the floor back into her bag, she smiled at me, "Thank you so much, I appreciate all the help and I can't imagine we would have found everything without your light," The first time I did that, I ran throughout the house calling to mother excited to show her what I could do. When I showed her, I almost missed the look in her eyes I was so happy I could do magic. Concern and sadness flickered across her face before she regained control and smiled at me, "It seems you have quite the talent, I shall start teaching you how to harness and channel it. We start tomorrow." After that, every day mother and I worked together, she teaching and I avidly trying to soak up every last word. Mother and I grew very close, all my anger at her over papa drained away as she told me I'd inherited his natural talent for magic and she would help me control it. Step-father was his usual, glum self and that was the beginning of him ceasing to try to win me over. He withdrew and stopped caring if I liked him. As I learned more and more of my natural talent for magic manifested, my tattoos started to appear. Everytime I learned something new, a new tattoo would appear. As my tattoos and Aasimar features began to appear, step-father grew more and more distant and the rest of the family treated me like a pariah. When my powers continued to grow, mother told me about papa's powers and his natural talent. Stories I'd never heard before about him and mother, their adventures, and eventually the incidents. I learned that his talents came tinged with problems - his family was incredibly talented with magic, but the magic came tinged with problems from their heritage. As my Aasimar nature manifested, she began to think my heritage was touched with something very dark as well. Mother told me she started to teach me her form of magic in the hopes that the control it provided would counterbalance the turmoil that papa's magic would cause. Since then, I've tried to walk the line between my spontaneous magic and the carefully learned control of my mother.
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