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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1063724" data-attributes="member: 1492">ResaBarbarian1/Fighter1Gender: FemaleRace: HumanStats: Str:..18.(+4)Dex:..14.(+2)Con:..14.(+2)Int:..10.(+0)Wis:..10.(+0)Cha:...8.(-1)Hp:21Initiative:2Bab:+2Attack Bonus, Greatsword:.+7(+2+1+4)Damage, Greatsword:.2d6+6 (19-20x2)Attack Bonus, Dagger (thrown):.+4(+2+2)...10 ftDamage, Dagger (thrown):.1d4+4...19–20/x2AC:.15(+3+2)Saves:Fort+7,Ref+2,Will+0Movement:40ftSkillpoints, Barbarian:20Skillpoints, Fighter:3Skills:.................Total..Ranks..Ability mod..MagicHandle Animal:......1........2........-1....Intimidate:..........4........5........-1....Listen:...............5........5........+0....Ride:.................4.........2........+2....Survival:............4........4........+0....Swim:................5........1........+4....Spot:.................2........2........+0....Languages: CommonFeats:.1(normal), 1(human), 1(bonus)Power AttackCleaveWeapon Focus (Greatsword)Gear:Greatsword.........................50 gp...2d6...19-20/x2...8 lb.Dagger*3............................6 gp...1d4...19–20/x2...10 ft.....3 lb.Axe, throwing......................8 gp...1d6...x2...10 ft....2 lb. Studded leather...................25 gp...+3AC...+5maxdex...–1Acheckpen...20 lb.Potion of Cure Light Wounds..50gpBackpack.............................2 gp...2 lb.Caltrops..............................1 gp...2 lb.Flint and steel.....................1 gp...—Rations, trail (per day)*3.....15 sp...3 lb.Rope, hempen (50 ft.).........1 gp...10 lb.Waterskin*3.......................3 gp...12 lb.Whetstone..........................2 cp...1 lb.Explorer’s outfit..................10 gp...8 lb.Traveller's outfit.................(free)2 GP (in mixed denominations)(160 GP total worth)71lb , light encumbrance.Description:Big, unattractive woman with really bad self-esteem. Shy in social interaction but with a quicksilver temperament that can swiftly turn dark and violent. Slightly psychotic, but she soo tries to be nice. Height: 5'9"Weight: 210lb (solid muscle)Age: 21Appearance: The shape of her face would be symmetrical if it wasn't marred by a large, ugly, scar cut from her chin to her left cheek and a poorly mended broken nose. Even without those flaws, however, her pale features would be too masculine to ever be considered attractive by most people. Eyes the colour of mud, partially hidden by her short, nappy black hair, make her no more beautiful. Though when she's enraged they seem almost to burn with murderous fury and hatred.Clothing: Undyed explorer's outfit beneath her studded leather. Face hidden by a deep-cowled black cloak. Daggers on her waist and down her boots. A Greatsword almost as long as herself on her back.Background: She grew up in the tribe. It was a hard life, but one she was very much suited for. When every day is a struggle for survival health and strength are of greater use than beauty and charm. So she survived where many others died. She was useful, a strong warrior and a good hunter despite her young age, but she was never loved.She wanted to be loved. When the other young women of the tribe found lovers and husbands she remained alone and frustrated. There was one young man in particular who captured her heart and her desire. Mak, a handsome young warrior, weaker than most but clever and nice. One of the few people who treated her like a friend.They often went hunting together, and one cold winter day she gathered her courage and asked him the question she had thought of for so long. He laughed and mocked her and said how much the thought of ing her disgusted him. His laughter hit her like a spear through the heart. She was stunned by the power of warring emotions. Then she saw nothing but burning, bloody red.With his blood staining her hands and clothes she fled the battered corpse trough the snow. Consumed by sorrow, anger and self-loathing she ran for days, taking only the briefest of stops, until she finally ran into an outpost of civilization.A local merchant saw her obvious strength and hired her as a caravan guard. She was trained in the civilized way of fighting and picked the greatsword as her favoured weapon. What happened next is of little interest. She spent a few years as a merchant-guard until her latest employer decided to travel across the sea to the new world. Having no reason to stay, she decided to accompany him.When the ship went down she took what she could of her belongings and grabbed on to an empty barrel. Eventually she drifted ashore. ...</blockquote>

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