Ellesia Jax-Stride

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Name: Ellesia Jax-Stride

Player: Kawoshi Miyasamaru "Risa"

Class: Rouge

Race: Human/Lycanthrope

Alignment: N-G

Deity: Elhonna

Level: 5

Size: Medium

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5'5''

Weight: 89 lbs.

Eyes: Green

Hair: Long black, flowing

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STATS

Stat – Ability Score + Ability Modifier

Str – 16 + 3

Dex – 17 +3

Con – 15 + 2

Int – 16 + 3

Wis – 15 + 2

Cha – 19 + 4

HP– 26

AC – 15 + 10 + 2 (Armor Bonus) +3 (Dex Modifier) + 0 (Size Modifier)

Hit Die Type – D6

Speed – 30

Initiative – 3 (Total) = 3 (Dex Modifier) + 0 (Misc. Modifier)

Base Attack – 3

SAVING THROWS

Fortitude – 3 (total)

Reflex – 5 (total)

Will – 2 (total)


Melee – 4 (total)

Ranged 4 (total)

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WEAPONS

Dagger – 4 (Total Attack Bonus), 1d4 (Damage), 19-20/x2 (Critical), 10ft (Range), 11 lb (Weight), Pierce/Slash (Type), Mid (Size)

Shurikens – 4 (Total Attack Bonus), 1d2 (Damage), x2 (Critical), 10ft (Range), ½ lb (Weight), Piercing (Type), Mid (Size)

Sora-Kami (Customized Arm Blade [description in bio]) – 4 (Total Attack Bonus), 1d8 (Damage), 19-20x2 (Critical), - (Range), 1 lb (Weight), Piercing/Slashing (Type), Mid (Size)

Master Morning Star – 1d8 (Damage), x2 (Critical), 6 lb (Weight), Bludgeoning and Piercing, Mid (Size)

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SKILLS

Skill Name / Key Ability / Skill Modifier = Ability Modifier + Ranks
Appraise / INT / 4 = 3 + 1
Balance / DEX / 5 = 3 + 2
Bluff / CHA / 5 = 4 + 1
Craft / INT / 5 = 3 + 2
Decipher Script / INT / 4 = 3 + 1
Disable Device /INT/ 5 = 3 + 2
Disguise / CHA / 9 = 4 + 5
Escape Artist / DEX / 5 = 3 + 2
Forgery / INT / 6 = 3 + 3
Gather Information / CHA / 7 = 4 + 3
Handle Animal / CHA / 14 = 4 + 10
Hide / DEX / 7 = 3 + 4
Intimidate / CHA / 8 = 4 + 4
Knowledge (Local) / INT / 4 = 3 + 1
Listen / WIS / 10 = 2 + 8
Move Silently / DEX / 9 = 3 + 6
Open Lock / DEX / 5 = 3 + 2
Profession / WIS / 5 = 2 + 3
Read Lips / INT / 6 = 3 + 3
Search / INT / 9 = 3 + 6
Sense Motive / WIS / 5 = 2 + 3
Spot / WIS / 4 = 2 + 2
Tumble / DEX / 4 = 3 + 1
Sleight of Hand /DEX / 6 = 3 + 1
Heal /WIS/ 10 = 2 + 8
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GEAR

(3) Chickens
(2) Roosters + 1 Blue Colored Rooster
(1) Venimous Chubby Chicken
(2) Male & Female Bunnies
(X) Offspring Bunnies
(1) Magical Healing Bunny (Heals 2 damage points per lick, per active round, must roll initiative to participate.)
(1) Zombie Bunny
(1) 8 Legged "Spider" Bunny
(1) Tortoise “Turtle-kins”
(1) Large Cage
(1) Mule [Unnamed]
(1) Cart
(1) Bucket
(x) Animal Feed
(2) Good Locks
(1) Chest
(1) Mer. Scale
(1) Bag-O-Bunny
(1) Mirror
(3) Dagger 1d4
(x) Shurikens
(1) Morning Star
(1) Custom Weapon “Sora-Kami”
(1) Leather +2
(1) Backpack
(1) Blanket
(1) Bottle
(x) Caltrops
(1) Grappling Hook
(3) Piton
(1) Pouch/Belt
(1) 50ft Rope
(1) Sack
(1) 1lb Soap
(1) Sewing Kit
(2) Vial
(1) Water Skin
(1) Tinder Twig
(1)Thieves Tools
(1) Artisans Tools
(1) Explorers Outfit
(1) “Sexy Dance” Outfit
(1) Misc. Clothing Outfit
(x) Other assorted animals…

TREASURES

(1) Bar-Keep “Mr. Gasan”
(1) “Pretty Pretty”
(1) Silver Fire Lizard egg
(1) Silver Pearl
(1) Black Star Sapphire
(1) Bloodstone
(1) Cloaker Cape (+10 to Hide)

250 Gold

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SPECIAL ABILITIES / FEATS

Armor Proficiency Light
Simple Weapon Proficiency
Deceitful
Endurance
Sneak Attack (Extra Damage [3d6])
Trap Sense
Trap Finding
Evasion
Uncanny Dodge

Languages

Common
Undercommon
Elven (only bits and pieces)
Draconic (limited)

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BIO:

Basic Information

Ellesia is left-handed.

She typically has a happy persona, but her moods can shift swiftly.

When made to be upset she often looses control of her temper and does things on an instinctive impulse. She's been known to throw objects (or unsuspecting rabbits) at people's heads...

History

Ellesia was born into a merchant's family. Her father, Erron Jax, travelled often to sell his wares and always brought his family along in the caravan. Long ago Lesa Stride had said to her boyfriend that "Erron! It is improper for us to be unwed and traveling the world like this, especially with our child so young!" To this the older man replied, "I cannot afford it, I am but a simple man Lesa, darling. You knew what I was when you chose to be with me. How was I to know we'd create a new life so soon. If it pleases you, I'll have you know, that I plan to raise our daughter to be strong and brave." It was a fine idea at the time. So when the babe grew older her father taught her how defend herself and how to manage the caravan wares, while her mother taught her what it meant to be a spirited and well behaved girl. Together the family was unorthodox, but over all they were whole and Ellesia's upbringing was stable for the most part.

On the eve of her eleventh birthday, Ellesia's father decided to set up camp in a secluded wood against her mother's acute judgement. That night the camp was ravaged by vicious wolves. Her father ordered his "wife" and daughter to take cover within the caravan while he attempted to fend off the enraged beasts. Being the head-strong girl that she was, Ellesia was unwilling to merely sit back and watch her father die, and she foolishly leapt into the fray brandishing a small dagger. In the end, her father lay slain in addition to the 'dogs'. Ellesia herself was near death from her own wounds. Grieving at the loss of her "husband" Lesa was barly able to support her dying daughter. Luckily for Ellesia, there was someone else in the woods near by who had been aroused by the noise and came running.

A few hours later Ellesia awoke to find herself in a soft feathered bed that could only belong to a high class inn. Her mind was glazed over and her head was heavy. The rest of her body felt as though she was drenched in fire it was so bad that she started crying out in pain. Her eyes squeezed shut and so she didn't see that the room wasn't as empty as she might have assumed. Ellesia felt a cool hand upon her brow and a soothing voice met her ears. It sounded like her father. "Shh...," the voice cooed, "Everything will be alright."

"Daddy?" Ellesia whispered feeling a sudden pang of hope.

"I'm sorry Ellesia. Erron Jax has moved on," this time the young girl heard the difference in this man's voice. She'd been a fool to think for a moment that her father was still among the living. Pain still enveloped Ellesia and this emotional wrench between hope and complete sorrow was too much. Suddenly she felt arms wrapping around her.

"I know it hurts little one, but I will be by your side until your mother is fit to be here herself."

Ellesia didn't understand what was going on. Her eyes peeped open past the pain, but clouds and stars danced in front of her eyes preventing her from looking at whomever it was that was holding her so close. However, the young girl knew that who ever it was was a stranger to her. She had only a moment to ponder the events that brought her to this place because an over powering wave of exhaustion came over her and pushed her back down into the depths of sleep.

Dreams and disconnected memories of the days that followed plagued Ellesia for years. The physical and emotional pain of realizing that you are turning into the very same monster that killed a member of your family was awful. Her mother eventually cleaned herself up enough to take care of her, and thus Ellesia only had a small glance and understanding of the person who had helped her through some of the more terrifying ordeals.

Three years later, young Ellesia had grown to accept what she was. A werewolf. Her mother although still very youthful herself had not learned to fully accept anything. She turned into a shell of a woman, her once beautiful face seemed slack and empty. Ellesia began to train herself to become someone that could be useful in society and to her mother whom she vowed to care for. The only people that seemed willing to take her in were a band of rouges. So until the age of eighteen she was one of the lot. Her views on the world changed many times in those years, but she always upheld her sense of honor. She would only steal from those who had enough or more than they needed and she would always give half of her earnings directly to her mother.

When she turned 19 Ellesia had learned all she could from the band of rouges. She was welcome to remain with them, but she wanted to try her luck out on her own, so she left. While traveling out she came across a rather interesting group of people. It took some time but Ellesia was able to convince the group that having a rouge like her would be beneficial to their cause. Of course, Ellesia didn't want to scare them off by openly stating that she was a lycanthrope, so she kept it to herself for as long as she could. However, because the group was a crafty one they ended up learning her secret, but it was okay with them.

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Physical Description

Ellesia Jax-Stride is 5'5'' in hight and weighs 85 pounds. (This is of course in her natural human form.) She has often been told that she "needs to eat more" because she is dangerously slender. In her opinion she believes she eats too much but, sadly, it's never enough to add to her weight. She is ravenous, always hungry, and never able to quell her desire for food. Only when she is in her wolfish form can she satisfy her needs.

Ellesia has a very fair face she is considered beautiful by all she comes across, however she herself doesn't see herself in that way. Her eyes are a brilliant green like that of emeralds gleaming in sunlight, her mid-back length hair is soft and thick. It is black as pitch in color but always has a soft shine to it because she likes to take care of it unlike some others in her position. Ellesia isn't vain about her own appearance, but she is often so when it comes to that of the other sex...

Unusual Aspects

"Did you know you have wings on your back?" people often ask as she is openly walking around a market in her street clothing. "I was aware of that fact. Thank you for pointing it out," is the cool reply that they are most likely to get. Yes, Ellesia Jax-Stride has a pair of miniature white-feathered wings on her back. While they cannot give her the ability of flight they are an interesting part of her character with an equally interesting story behind them.

"Last full moon," she explained to her party as they sat around the fire in a small dungeon, "I was hunting around for food as usual, which might I add, is very difficult to catch without a Pack. I came across a small field with some delicious looking cattle in it. Normally I would have taken one down, but I knew I couldn't eat all of it in one sitting and I don't believe in wasting food...

"I was able to sniff out something just as tasty, a boar. It was sleeping contently and it was so plump I doubt that even if it had awoken it could have run very far. I was so hungry and dug in. The next thing I know there was an awful shout. I'd stumbled upon a small farm and was eating someone's property... This wasn't a normal farmer either. He was a wizard and he cast a spell on me. I thought I was going to die, honestly. I ran off with my tail between my legs, yelping and praying for Ehlonna to spare me.

Well, when I awoke I can't say I wasn't surprised to be alive, but I can tell you right now I was scared out of my wits when I found that I couldn't get my shirt back on! I guess you could say I got what I deserved for not casing my surroundings before tending to my belly, but it was damn good bacon so I think I made out alright!"

The Form of A Wolf

Ellesia's wolf form is that of a Canis Lupus Occidentalis or a Rocky Mountain wolf due to the wolf that bit her being from that genetic strand of werewolf DNA. In her wolf form she stands at approximately 2 ½ feet, at the shoulder, and weighs around 135 pounds. When she is in her human form she spends a lot of time eating to maintain her wolf's weight and can't always sustain her human weight because of it. Her fur is a mixture of colors ranging from a soft tan underside to the grey and dark blue-black topcoat. She has a fierce personality and is very likely to make a high rank in her own pack. She is very speedy and would easily be a formidable opponent if she came across an enemy during the full moon hours. In her human form instincts often play a high role in her life. She is typically quick to sniff out the area she is in, however odd that may appear to others. Ellesia's vision and hearing are also very keen.

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Personality Traits

Ellesia is a romantic. She likes men very much, thank you, and is always looking for her soul-mate. Due to the fact she enjoys a good book she has a very fae-folk outlook to her love interests and in the other sex in general. She wants them to be gorgeous, to put it bluntly, and doesn't often want to associate with anyone who doesn't meet up to her standards. However, in recent days her picky attitude has started to dull because she is coming to understand that reality is far different than her volumes of fairy stories make it out to be.

Fighting Personality

If she can stay far away from danger she will be happy. It's not that Ellesia is a coward, but in her line of work if you can take down an opponent at a farther range you are more likely to get away with more loot. However, when pressed Ellesia is very fierce. She wields daggers and shurikens to take down enemies from a distance, but in the rare case she is backed into a corner and close ranged combat she has a trick literally up her sleeve - a customized blade that is fitted to her left arm. The blade retracts into a special glove from a mechanical device near the wrist. She is adept at; moving silently, deception and secrecy, lip reading, and mimicry, so she isn't a person who you want to anger.

[SilverSugar]

WIP. This is my custom race.

Drestarnishatameskarrarleymursigne (Shortened to Dres’Signe so long ago that members of the race itself have trouble recalling the full name…)
Extraplanetory race



Overview

Most Dres’Signe like to keep to themselves for years upon end, however when they do involve themselves with others it is only to further their own advancement or amusement. A Dres’Signe’s greatest goal seems to be the pursuit of knowledge, connections, and power, even if they do not go out gathering it themselves. Because of their advanced mental capabilities to control lesser minded beings and creatures it is highly likely that many a corrupt politician is actually the unwilling pawn of a Dres’Signe.

Depending on the goals of an individual the Dres’Signe their attitudes toward other life forms differ drastically. Some seek to openly destroy those that are hideous while others want nothing more than to be worshiped…

Dres’Signe find everything that has to do with human/demi-human bodily functions almost unbearable and this includes basically everything from blood shed to eating… As such, one will be hard pressed to find a Dres’Signe even moderately willing to stare at, let alone hold, a weapon or utensil. Those that know more about the race often joke that it is not merely their disgust in these things, but the race’s inherent physical weakness that actually makes them incapable of lifting said objects; however, this is for the most part untrue.

Due to the Dres’Signe’s rather unique reproduction constraints, one might wonder if their squeamishness applies to the act of mating… Normally it does, but when the situation to secure his life is at stake the Dres’Signe is usually capable of ignoring his awkwardness for as long as it takes to do the deed, some individuals have even been able to overcome that particular disgust enough to somewhat enjoy it…and thus are able to increase the odds of extended life.

Lifestyle

A Dres’Signe is born, like most mammals, from the union of a male and a female… However, due to this race lacking a female counter part, one wonders how and why the first of this demonic race was created. It is known however, that in order to create new life, the Father Dres’Signe must perish... No Dres’Signe child can ever meet his Father.

It is estimated that for as long as the Dres’Signe have lived in the mortal plain that a fixed number of their souls existed. When a Dres’Signe reaches maturity he becomes aware that his life is fragile and the desire to secure his soul becomes a driving obsession. More often than not, Dres’Signe will seek out women (elven preferred, but humans are easier to come by) that he deems remotely attractive, and either cons or controls them into mating...

Unlike normal conception, the seed of a Dres’Signe remains dormant within the woman’s body until the Dres’Signe has died. Due to the fact the Dres’Signe stop physically ageing upon maturity, it is incredibly difficult to tell how long their lifespan is, but one can make a guess that this race can give the elves a run for their money… Now being that the race lives this long it is entirely unlikely that the one dormant seed will yield results upon death…so the Dres’Signe are constantly seeking seed hosts... The more women they sleep with, the higher the odds the Dres’Signe will see life once more. Many a woman with a Dres’Signe son has been accused by her husband for cheating or has simply been surprised by the birth, because the seed can remain dormant until the woman is physically unable to conceive.

One can speculate that because of the soul limit for the Dres’Signe that the entire race could easily be made extinct by those with the proper knowledge by just simply eliminating any found Dres’Signe children before they reach maturity, as it is yet unknown whether the previous seeds are active after the birth of the son.

A Dres’Signe child receives what his Father, his previous form, wants him to get in terms of memories and information. There are few truly individual Dres’Signe. Untrustworthy and always wanting to be the best of the best, some Dres’Signe are so greedy that they would deprive their next life of key information – although this could be nature’s strange way of controlling the Dres’Signe race from becoming the uncontrollable…

Dres’Signe by nature are malicious and cunning and there has yet to be a Dres’Signe who would put himself in harm’s way to save another creature even if he had the strongest feelings possible for it. Often the only ones close to a Dres’Signe are his willing puppets, consisting of mainly of women who are of the prime candidacy to give birth to his son, and even then the Dres’Signe would cast them aside to save his own life because there are always more women, more odds, then that around him. Most Dres’Signe would even go out of their way to befriend other beings (with or without control) in order to later betray them purely for entertainment.

Abilities

Mental Control and Enchantment – Higher Dres’Signe are known for enslaving entire towns of beings and creatures in order to do whatever it is they are after. Most often they merely play God and let their puppets act out what they would be doing of their own free will and merely step in when it would be time for someone to say or do something out of character that would result in a conflict or at times resolution. It is highly comparable to a small child acting out with dolls and figures… Those that have been relieved from an extended unwilling hold often go insane trying to figure out whether or not they still have their own mind and spirit, thinking that they might not even exist at all outside of the demon’s mind.

When controlled it is generally impossible for others to see any difference being that the Dres’Signe obtains complete knowledge of his puppet down to the last habitual twitches, although sometimes when they don’t care to be noticed or are dealing with an unwilling there can be some drastic changes to the subject’s personality or actions that would seem uncharacteristic… This generally has to do with when the Dres’Signe is going out into the world himself and needs to take on a ‘partner’ for use as a guard (lit. shield). The puppet in question may be noted as being different in terms of enhanced reflexes, irritability, and even complete abandonment for personal welfare.

Upon killing a Dres’Signe all those that were under its control are subsequently freed from the bonds, including the willing (mostly women who tragically think they are in love) who often fall into a deep depression at the lost connection.

Created Shields and Weaponry – There is always the need to defend oneself and being that the Dres’Signe are incapable of wielding weapons or armor they have over the time have developed strong mental shields that have become so strong as to become physical barriers against weapons or spells, in addition they can create blasts of energy to attack foes, however they often save this as a last resort for when all of their pawns have been exhausted and they are left to fend for themselves. The mental weapons often take the form of small projectiles of light that streak through the air like arrows or throwing daggers. As long as the Dres’Signe is mentally stable he can call forth as many weapons as he needs. Creating shielding takes much more effort and skill.

Regarding the Aboleth – Despite Dres’Signe holding virtually all life besides themselves as inferior and/or repulsive, but they do seem to hold a strange sort of kinship with the creatures known as Aboleths, as they are able to control and summon them to do their bidding. Being that Aboleths are known to control and enslave other beings it could be that the Dres’Signe are simply drawing on what potential is already there. Some claim that Aboleth’s were created by the High Dres’Signe or that this is their true/lesser form; however, this has yet to be proven.

Physical Description

The Dres’Signe race is a rarely seen race preferring to do their work from their comfortable homes where they need not be bothered with outside contacts, however when one does have a chance to look upon a Dres’Signe they are easily remembered of their extreme beauty. Considered to be even more appealing than the elven folk the Dres’Signe don’t always have to rely on their mind powers to control people, often it would merely take just a glance to sway someone to do something. Dres’Signe are very tall, slender, and fair, but because of their strong connections to the demonic realms and their superior mental capabilities it is unknown if this is just a vanity complex that they display or their true looks.

The only way to tell a Dres’Signe from a regular human or elf is by knowing that the Dres’Signe exist at all, or to have been controlled directly by one, in which case one would have the small connection needed to see any difference. The distinction is in eye and hair color. A Dres’Signe’s natural hair color is clear and takes on the color properties of things around it; however, thanks to the mental capabilities of the Dres’Signe those looking at one see the what they want to see… Which can sometimes lead to descriptions disagreements and confusions that must be quickly sorted by the Dres’Signe lest they accidentally give something away. The eyes of Dres’Signe are always a pale and cloudy blue like that of a blind horse, although there is nothing wrong as far as anyone can tell with the workings of the eyes. The eyes also generally appear to be regular eyes to those unknowledgeable.

Racial Traits

Gender – Male Only

Size – M, Base Height/Weight 5’8’’/125+1d20.

Favored Class – Anything magical that avoids the front lines of combat, exclusion being clerics. Although they have their own racial Class’ that are distinguishable to members of their own race they will often simply call themselves Bards or Wizards when dealing with others.

Racial Modifiers – +2 Will, -5 Fortitude

CHA +5
STR -6
INT +3
WIS +2
DEX +1
CON -5

Skills
+1 Escape Artist
+3 Intimidate
+1 Knowledge Nobility
+5 Perform Enchant
+3 Sense Motive

Abilities

Control Enemy: 1-5 rounds depending on INT.
Control Unwilling Ally – 1 round depending on INT
Control Willing Ally – Infinite Rounds
Float – 3 per day, increases to five at level 10, infinite at 20
Create “Shield” – 1 per day, three at five, five at 10, infinite at 20.
Create “Weapon” – Infinite
Soul Transfer – Learned at level eight. Mastered at 10.
Summon Aboleth – Learned at level eight. Mastered at 10.


Relations – The Dres’Signe

Alignment – Any evil, strongly chaotic, never good, and rarely neutral nor lawful.

Religion – Self. Dres’Signe do not believe in other Gods/Goddesses, even when in the middle of a conversation with one, typically thinking of themselves as the only thing the world needs or could ever want.

Languages – They speak their own language, which no other race has heard long enough to get a chance to study it, but also common – and any other language that an individual Dres’Sign picks up from mind-scans, his Father, etc.

Names – The Dres’Signe are not often fond of the names of their host Mother’s often assign and often corrupt their given names with part of their Father’s to make it more personal. For example, a Dres’Signe named Kennith, whose father was Barvanest, might name himself - Kervenisth

Adventurers – Known Dre’Signe adventurers and explorers include; the famed, Lustrawthén, noted most often for his ‘kindness’ and ‘remorse’ all traits that are usually absent from the Dre’Signe race.