Fighter

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526 posts. Alias of Legendary Sidekick.


Full Name

Addison Lane

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Lv.6 Vigilante

Info:
Init+4 • Perc+3 • HP:48 • AC:18~t14~ff14/20SoB • CMD:24/25vs.Trip • F2~R8~W5/11vs.Intimidate: • Spells:∞/7/6 • AntHaul:L800~M1600~H2400

Gender

Female

Size

5'9"

Age

23

Special Abilities

Dual Identity: Addison Lane

Alignment

CG

Deity

Shelyn

Location

Rooftopolis

Languages

Western (Common), Sylvan, Eastern (Tien)

Occupation

Watchwoman

Strength 22
Dexterity 19
Constitution 11
Intelligence 15
Wisdom 11
Charisma 16

About Vermilion Vixen

Extremely Fashionable
but Overprotective
Muscle of the Society

Defense:
48 HP
18 AC - t14 - ff14 / 20 Shield of Blades
CMD 24 / 25 vs. Trip
Fort: 2+0=2 / Reflex: 5+4=9 / Will: 5+0=5 / +6=11 vs. Intimidate

Offense:
Initiative: +4
Base Speed: 30'
CMB +10 / +14 Trip Left Leg

Kick Attack: +11 / +9 Combo
Kick Damage: d4+13/+18 / +8 Combo / Critical Multiplier = x3 / Threat 19-20 Right Leg

BAB +4
En'd +1 / +1, +1
STR +6 / +6, +3 / +9 Dragon
POW -2 / +4, +2 / +6 Dragon
TEA +2 / +2, +2

Skills:
Climb: +6+3+6 = +15 / Gecko Gloves +1 = +16 (+11 One-Handed)
Swim: +6+3+6 = +15
Acrobatics: +4+3+6 = +13
Stealth: +4+3+6 = +13
Perception: +0+3 = +3
Sense Motive: +0+3+3 = +6
Bluff: +3+3+6 = +12 / Fashionable +1 = +13 / Addy: Social Grace +4 = +17
Intimidate: +3+3+6 = +12 / Fashionable +1 = +13 / VV: Mask +1 = +13
Spellcraft: +2+3+6 = +11 / Addy: Social Grace +4 = +14

Artistry (Fashionista): +2+3+6 = +11
Perform (Orator): +3+3+6 = +12

Feats & Vigilante Talents:
Lv.1 - Improved Unarmed Strike, Dirty Fighting
Lv.2 - Take 'Em Alive / Eschew Materials
Lv.3 - Power Attack
Lv.4 - +STR, +CHA \
Lv.5 - Improved Trip
Lv.6 - Shield of Blades: Dragon Style / Craft Magical Arms and Armor

Lv.7 - Combat Reflexes
Lv.8 - +STR, +WIS \
Lv.9 - Greater Trip
Lv.10 - / Familiar Spell
Lv.11 - Vicious Stomp
Lv.12 - +STR, +WIS \ Vigilante Reflexes: Double Slice
Lv.13 - Improved Two-Weapon Fighting
Lv.14 - / Quickened Spell
Lv.15 - Stunning Fist
Lv.16 - +STR, +CHA \
Lv.17 - Dragon's Ferocity
Lv.18 - Shadow's Speed / Ascendent Spell
Lv.19 - Greater Two-Weapon Fighting
Lv.20 - +STR, +CHA \ Fantastic Stride

Social Talents:
Lv.1 - Social Grace
Lv.3 - Bellflower Innuendo
Lv.5 - Mockingbird

Lv.7 - Quick Change
Lv.9 - Skill Familiarity
Lv.11 - Well-Known Expert
Lv.13 - Immediate Change
Lv.15 - Renown
Lv.17 - Great Renown
Lv.19 - Incredible Renown

Spells:
Per Day: ∞/7/6

Spells Known:
Zero • Arcane Mark • Light • Mage Hand • Mending • Message • Open/Close

1st • Ant Haul • Expeditious Retreat • Jump • Enlarge Person • @7: Reduce Person • @11: Long Leg

2nd • Alter Self • Bark Skin • Bull's Strength • Spider Climb • @10: Resist Energy • @14: Blade Tutor's Spirit

3rd • @7: Conjure Carriage • @7: Urban Step • @8: Greater Magic Fang • @9: Thunderous Footfalls • @13: Pellet Blast • @17: Fiendish Wrath

4th • @10: Greater Invisibility • @10: Seek Shelter • @11: Conceal Breath • @12: Nixie's Lure • @16: Charm Monster • @20: Planar Aegis

5th • @13: Eagle Soul • @13: Overland Flight • @14: Mage's Decree • @15: Sending • @19: Commune With Planes

6th • @16: Greater Heroism • @16: Greater Teleport • @17: Fey Gate • @18: Plane Shift • @20: Create Lesser Demiplane

Gear & Money:
Spider Silk Bodysuit (850g)
+Masterwork (150g)
+1 Evolving (spellcrafted, 2000g)
+Cushioned (spellcrafted, 500g)
+Glamered (spellcrafted, 1350g)
Stiletto Boots (10g)
+Versatile Design: Natural (500g per boot = 1000g)
+Masterwork (300g per boot = 600g)
+1 Leveraging (left boot, spellcrafted, 4000g)
+1 Keen (right boot, spellcrafted, 4000g)
Gecko Gloves (300g)
Battle Mask (50g)

Masterwork Handbag (25g)
Courtesan's Kit (10g)
Artisan's Tools, Masterwork (55g)

Money: 100g

Origin Story ~ 'Never the Bride':
Addy entered the mansion, for the massive mahogany door was not locked. She set the gift aside and called out to Vikki. There was no reply. But who could hear a lady in such a labyrinth? Addy snooped about, gently announcing, "Just me, Addy the artsy bridesmaid. I come with a gift," she added to explain the breaking and entering.

What could not be explained was the smell. Mansions smell of fireplaces, flowers, fine wine—yet it was the door to the wine cellar where the stench was especially potent. Instinct told Addy to flee. But Love told her, Vikki needs you.

The sound of a swing brought childhood memories of the subtle emphasis two ropes, a board and a fluttering skirt placed upon feminine beauty. Addy clung to this happy place in her past, until she descended the steps to a reality where her friend now swung, not from the old oak tree, but from a rafter in Gill's cellar.

Tears did their best to mask the horror, but the eyes—faded to a soulless ice-blue—had already imprinted their image on Addison's frontal lobe. The whole of it was overwhelming. Vikki was still clad in her bridal gown. And she was not alone. The rotting corpses of six other Mrs. Bluebeards dangled about the room.

The wooden ladder was still set by Vikki's body. Addy took out her fabric shears and cut her friend free. She must have spent the next hour holding her, sobbing.

Then Addy had a thought. You're a fox, she imagined her friend saying. "I love ye," she replied as she took out a hairbrush. It took a very long time for Addy to straighten her own curls, and even longer to braid them. "I love ye," she repeated as she stripped her friend. "I love ye," she said again as she dressed Vikki in her own clothes.

Naked Addison carried her fallen friend past the other brides, laid her body behind a wine rack and said, "Goodbye, me love." She embraced her friend for as long as she dared—then sprang into action.

Addy hastily streaked upstairs. Front door closed? Check. Gift? Grab it! Leaving the upstairs as it was prior to her arrival, Addy bolted back down, stowing the unveiled attire alongside Vikki's corpse.

Addy donned the bridal gown and those pointy white shoes. She practiced balancing with both stiletto heels on one step of the ladder, practiced clutching the broken noose with chin and neck. Only a fool would mistake her for hanging—but at a glance, this would work. A pale redhead is where she should be, Gill would see.

By the time he did, Addy's performance was well-rehearsed.

The unsuspecting husband tromped loudly down the steps. Tromp. Tromp. Tromp. He admired the disheveled frailty of the pale redhead at the end of her rope.

Until his eyes met the Vixen's. Green. Lively. Cunning. Predatory. Addy sprang like a fox, embedding a stiletto heel in the big man's throat! There it remained affixed to Gill's blue goatee. Addy stumbled on her lopsided footwear, grinning at the absurdity until calloused knuckles struck away her snarky satisfaction!

Thick fingers wrenched her neck, but Addy was stronger than most men. Vikki's killer would not be the exception. She broke free, dropped the man with a stomp to the kneecap, and as Gill Bluebeard lay prone, the Vermilion Vixen proceeded to bash the man's face against the basement floor until it was littered with teeth, blood, and Mr. Bluebeard's last bowel movement.

Addy left him in that undignified state. As for Vikki, she was laid to rest in the master bedroom, dressed in the vermilion qipao painstakingly crafted by her dear childhood friend.

...

The funeral did not bring closure. Addison wanted closure, wanted love, happiness, a bridal gown and a bride of her own.

But all the Vixen wanted was a pair of stilettos that don't break when you kick a man in the throat.

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