An orphan with authority issues.
Female Human fighter 1
CG medium humanoid (human)
Init 5, Ref +3, Will +0
Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)
Face 5 ft. Reach 5 ft.
Base Atk +1; Grp+5
Atk Options Blind-Fight,
Abilities Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 15
Special Qualities Humanoid Traits, Human Skill Bonus,
Feats Armor Proficiency (Heavy), Armor Proficiency (Light), Armor Proficiency (Medium), Blind-Fight, Investigator, Martial Weapon Proficiency, Open Minded, Shield Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Tower Shield Proficiency
Skills Balance +3, Bluff +2, Climb +6, Concentration +3, Diplomacy +2, Disguise +4, Escape Artist +3, Gather Information +4, Hide +3, Intimidate +4, Jump +4, Move Silently +3, Ride +3, Search +2, Survival +2, Swim +4, Use Rope +3,
Humanoid Traits Humanoids eat/sleep/breathe
Human Skill Bonus Humans gain 1 extra skill point per level.
My life so far
My earliest memories are hazy, I have only a distant feeling of a family, but then the fire came. Everything was burning, people were running and screaming and it was hard to see. I was five, I think, and in the terror, my brother and I got separated from my parents. People carried us out of danger, to a place where they said our parents could find us, but they never came. After a few days they took the boys from the girls and sent us to a big place where they said we would be cared for. I never saw my brother again.
I lived for seven years there, a horrible place where the masters tell you what to do all the time, what you can wear, what you can eat. You could only talk when they told you, had to sleep when they told you, and had to do whatever work they set you to. They said they was giving us skills, but we knew better, they were selling our work! They made us beg in the streets, but they never gave us anything nice, and said we was lucky for the roof over our heads. When I was twelve they started letting people come in and take us out for a day’s work, usually scrubbing floors, or carrying buckets. The second chance I got, I ran away. Nobody’s going to tell me what to do!
Living on the streets wasn’t easy. Other kids chase you and will beat you and steal what you got if they catch you. Merchants beat you if they catching you with a crust of their bread, the Guard will chase you and if they catch you, its the stocks, or a beating, or worse. Made some friends, other kids with nowhere else to go, found some cellars where we could hide most of the time. We got pretty good at swiping what we needed, but when I was sixteen one of the priests who owned the cellars set the guards on us and we was hauled in to the courts.
We were kept in a cell with twenty or so others, for days and days, and then they hauled about a hundred people all in at once and some muckety muck in fancy clothes started prating on an on about vagrancy, criminals, the quality of the streets, I don’t know I stopped paying attention after a while. Then they started putting us into groups, bigger kids in one place and the little ones in others. They gave us all a good beating and sent the little ones back to the orphanage and put us in chains and marched us off to the army camp. They said we had to pay our debt with seven years service. I thought, like hell I will.
I thought it would be easy to get away from them, but it wasn’t. They kept us conscripts separate from the other soldiers, we got the crappy food, the holey tents, the cracked and busted equipment. They drilled us in sword and shield, made us run and jump and carry all their equipment, and they made us march and march and march. If you looked at them funny they kicked and beat you, or made you run all night. Once in a while you’d see an officer, all clean and colorful, but most of the time we was covered in muck. Finally, they said as we were ready to deploy, and we marched for weeks to a seaport. We were handed over to another unit, and the next day we’re heading over a bridge and they said we’d be fighting in the morning.
I got lucky, I wriggled out of the tent and crept to the city whose lights I could see off in the distance. I managed to avoid the lookouts and somehow got away from them. Ain’t nobody going to tell me what to do.
Couple of other things
- I don’t like fire.
- I don’t like people hurting kids
- I got no respect for laws or busybodies telling me what I can and can’t do.
- Don’t tell me you know what’s best. So far that ain’t been the case.