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Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition Character Record Sheet
Character Name
Player
Class
Paragon Path
Epic Destiny
Race
Size
Age
Gender
Height
Weight
Align.
Deity
Adventure Company
XP
Next XP
Level
Ability
Score
Temp
Score
Mod
Mod+
1/2 Lv.
STR
CON
DEX
INT
WIS
CHA
Quick Look Up
Weapon / Power
Attack
Damage
Armor Bonus
Shield Bonus
Check Penalty
Speed Penalty
Armor is Heavy
INIT
Dex Mod
1/2 Lv.
Misc
Temp
=
+
+
+
Score
Base
Arm.
Item
Misc
Speed
P. Perception
P. Insight
Special Senses/Movement
Skills
Skill
Mod
Skill Name
Abil.
Train
(+5)
Mod+
.5Lv
Arm.
Misc
Temp
Total
10+
1/2Lv
Arm./
Abil.
Class
Feat
Enh.
Misc
Temp
AC
FORT
REF
WILL
Conditional Modifiers, Resistances & Action Points Note
[spoiler=Notes][u]Dragonborn fury:[/u] +1atk when bloodied [u]Rampage:[/u] 1/round make extra melee basic after a successful crit with a barbarian power [u]Combat Challenge:[/u] If marked target Shifts or attacks an ally make a melee basic attack as an immediate interrupt [u]Tempest Technique:[/u] +1atk,+2dmg w/ off-hand weapons Passive Perception and Insight: 16 and 12[/spoiler]
Statistic Block
[url=http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=169618][size=4][B][color=darkorange]Azara[/color][/B][/size][/url], Dragonborn Fighter-Barbarian [B]Init[/B] +5 [B]HP[/B] 21/29 [B]Bloodied[/B] 14 [B]Healing Surge[/B] 9 (5 used /10) [B]AC[/B] 17 [B]Fort[/B] 16 [B]Reflex[/B] 14 [B]Will[/B] 11 [B]Speed[/B] 6 [B]Str[/B] 18 (+4) [B]Con[/B] 14 (+2) [B]Dex[/B] 16 (+3) [B]Int[/B] 8 (-1) [B]Wis[/B] 13 (+1) [B]Cha[/B] 10 (0) [OOC='[STRIKE][b][color=red]Dragonbreath[/color][/b][/STRIKE]'][B][b][color=red]Dragonbreath[/color][/b][/B] Encounter + Acid Minor Action Close blast 3 Targets: All creatures in area Attack: Strength + 2 vs. Reflex Hit: 1d6 + Constitution modifier Acid damage. [/OOC], [OOC='[b][color=green]Whirling Rend[/color][/b]'][B][b][color=green]Whirling Rend[/color][/b][/B] At·Will + Primal, Weapon Standard Action Melee weapon Requirement: You must be wielding two melee weapons. Target: One creature Attack: Strength vs. AC (main weapon) Hit: 1 [W] + Strength modifier damage, and an enemy adjacent to you other than the target takes 1[W] damage (off·hand weapon). If you are raging add your Dexterity modifier to both damage rolls. [/OOC], [OOC='[b][color=green]Footwork Lure[/b][/color]'][B][b][color=green]Footwork Lure[/b][/color][/B] ? Martial, Weapon At-Will Standard ActionMelee weapon Target: One creature Attack: Strength vs. AC Hit: 1[W] + Strength modifier damage. You can shift 1 square and slide the target into the space you left.[/OOC], [OOC='[color=red][b]Whirling Frenzy[/b][/color]'][B][color=red][b]Whirling Frenzy[/b][/color][/B] Encounter + Primal, Weapon Standard Action Close burst 1 Requirement: You must be wielding two melee weapons. Target: Each creature in burst Attack: Strength vs. AC or Ref(main weapon) Hit: 1 [W] + 1 [W] (off-hand weapon) + Strength modifier damage. Miss: You take 1d6 damage. [/OOC], [OOC='[color=black][b]Macetail's Rage[/color][/b]'][B][color=black][b]Macetail's Rage[/color][/b][/B] Daily +Primal, Rage, Weapon Standard Action Close burst 1 Target: Each enemy in burst you can see Attack: Strength vs. Reflex Hit: 1[W] + Strength modifier damage, and you knock the target prone. Miss: Half damage. Effect: You enter the rage of the mace-tail behemoth. Until the rage ends, whenever you hit, you gain temporary hit points equal to your Strength modifier[/OOC] [B]Notes[/B] [spoiler=Notes][u]Dragonborn fury:[/u] +1atk when bloodied [u]Rampage:[/u] 1/round make extra melee basic after a successful crit with a barbarian power [u]Combat Challenge:[/u] If marked target Shifts or attacks an ally make a melee basic attack as an immediate interrupt [u]Tempest Technique:[/u] +1atk,+2dmg w/ off-hand weapons Passive Perception and Insight: 16 and 12[/spoiler]
Race Features
Class / Path / Destiny Features
Other Items
Current
Max HP
/
Bloodied
H. Surge
Surges Used
Surges / Day
/
Second Wind
Death ST Fail
Action Points
Attack Workspace
Ability 1:
Ability 2:
Bonus
1/2Lv
Abil.
Class
Prof
Feat
Enh
Misc
=
=
Damage Workspace
Ability 1:
Ability 2:
Bonus
Abil.
Feat
Enh
Misc
Misc
=
=
Feats
Feat Name
Loc.
Powers
Encounter + Acid Minor Action Close blast 3 Targets: All creatures in area Attack: Strength + 2 vs. Reflex Hit: 1d6 + Constitution modifier Acid damage.
At·Will + Primal, Weapon Standard Action Melee weapon Requirement: You must be wielding two melee weapons. Target: One creature Attack: Strength vs. AC (main weapon) Hit: 1 [W] + Strength modifier damage, and an enemy adjacent to you other than the target takes 1[W] damage (off·hand weapon). If you are raging add your Dexterity modifier to both damage rolls.
? Martial, Weapon At-Will Standard ActionMelee weapon Target: One creature Attack: Strength vs. AC Hit: 1[W] + Strength modifier damage. You can shift 1 square and slide the target into the space you left.
Encounter + Primal, Weapon Standard Action Close burst 1 Requirement: You must be wielding two melee weapons. Target: Each creature in burst Attack: Strength vs. AC or Ref(main weapon) Hit: 1 [W] + 1 [W] (off-hand weapon) + Strength modifier damage. Miss: You take 1d6 damage.
Daily +Primal, Rage, Weapon Standard Action Close burst 1 Target: Each enemy in burst you can see Attack: Strength vs. Reflex Hit: 1[W] + Strength modifier damage, and you knock the target prone. Miss: Half damage. Effect: You enter the rage of the mace-tail behemoth. Until the rage ends, whenever you hit, you gain temporary hit points equal to your Strength modifier
Powers
Magic Items & Equipment
Item Name
Use
Daily Item Powers Per Day
Heroic(1-10)
Milestone
Paragon(11-20)
Milestone
Epic(21-30)
Milestone
Rituals
Languages Known
Coins and Other Wealth
3gp
Personality Traits
Mannerisms and Appearance
Session and Campaign Notes
[Table=2,1][R=1,1][center][img]http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn311/carowsell/azara2-1.png[/img][/center][R=2,1][center][url=http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=169618][size=4][B][FONT="Garamond"][I][B][color=darkorange]Azara Goldenscale[/color][/B][/I][/FONT][/B][/size][/url], [I]Dragonborn Fighter-Barbarian[/I] [B]Init[/B] +5 [B]HP[/B] 29/29 [B]Bloodied[/B] 14 [B]Healing Surge[/B] 9 (0 used /10) [B]Action Points:[/B] 1 [B]AC[/B] 17 [B]Fort[/B] 16 [B]Reflex[/B] 14 [B]Will[/B] 11 [B]Speed[/B] 6[/center][/Table]
Companions and Allies
Background & Other Notes
[B]Name:[/B] Azara Goldenscale [b]Class:[/B] [ooc=Fighter/Barbarian]Its a hybrid so Defender/Striker, and from what I gather competent at both. The marking, strong defenses and hp for a defender, but I chose mostly barbarian powers and went with a tempest fighter which is a reasonably well equipped striker.[/ooc] [B]Race:[/B] Dragonborn [Spoiler=Appearance:][center][img]http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn311/carowsell/Azara.jpg[/img] [size=1]yeah it's a lil too much yellow, but you get the idea[/size] A blond scaled woman stands tall, her long golden neck poised and decorated by soft thickened strands of keratin braced in steel; the dragonborn equivalent to hair. Her Athletic form is dressed in a red cured hide armour, it is weather and battle worn. Two many-tailed whips hang from her right hip, barbed with golden and bronze shards between their lashes, on her other hip is a simple belt-pouch and dagger. When traveling or readying for a campaign a small prepared backpack is nestled snugly between her shoulders, attached to which is a quiver of arrows and flat-bow. As she stares with golden eyes, they tell of kindness, but when they take on a scarlet hue they scream for blood.[/center][/Spoiler] [Spoiler=Personality:]Azara is still the kind and nurturing Dragonborn she used to be, but the trials of her passed have scarred her deeply. Now she is also a determined and rash warrior, her loyalties lie with her companions and she will defend them to her dying breath. This by no means means that she cannot lighten up or have a good time, when there is ale flowing and the battle is over she loves to dance and sing... though too much ale may make her more emotional than any would like leading to bouts of depression or a row with anyone even the slightest bit careless with their tone and words. Her emotions run hot and acts in accordance with them.[/Spoiler] [Spoiler=Background:]Growing up a member of the Burning Water clan was good, not great, not awful but good. They were a clan of dragonborns that built their home near the hot-springs in the shadow of a towering mountain range. As such they traded with some dwarves and goliaths, but generally the goliaths stayed to the peeks and the dwarves to their holes. Azara was a quiet soul, not overly intelligent, but she did have a wisdom about her and a certain bored expression similar to those that nobles wear, but her's was far more genuine. She was always genuine... ...Now she was groomed to be the perfect mate: Fifteen, beautiful, quiet, athletic and strong, nurturing and most importantly of noble blood. When the time came she would be a good mother and wife… These were the common thoughts of her parents and of the clan who knew her, and why her disappearance came as such a shock. It was the day before her wedding. Azara was on the cliffs near her home, looking out over the grand vista before her. She wanted that, the world, not to possess it but to experience it. Her destiny was at her feet. Under the shadow of the mountain was her clan, and it was her duty to marry a noble from another, to create ties that bind through children of common blood. A tear trickled down her blond scaled cheek and she felt the comforting squeeze of his strong arms around her. Behind her was her lover, her most trusted friend and only one who truly knew her. With a silent nod the bronze scaled warrior heaved her bag upon his shoulder and walk down the mountain path away from the town. She wiped her cheek, taking a lasting glance at her home and followed. [center]~ ~ ~[/center] Weeks flowed into months and months into years, and Azara and Rashad were enjoying every minute. He was a mercenary, several years her elder, she was noblekin and quick learner to the arts of war. Together they roved the country as much as was reasonably safe, dispatching small groups of bandits and minor menaces for their money. Money that was spent frivolously on booze, bards, beds and fine meals when they could find them. Truth be told it was Rashad that did the fighting, Azara helped but it was more of a matter of respect than necessity. As the years passed Azara grew tired of the fighting, there was no fulfillment in it, no direction, no real substance. More than this the mother in her wanted children, a small brood to call her own and raise to be strong, proud and free dragonborn. Reluctantly Rashad agreed and they bought a wagon. They continued with the occasional mercenary work, but their frivolous spending became less as they made arrangements to care for their young. Soon would come a time when danger was not something they would be willing to attract. [center]~ ~ ~[/center] Within the span of a few short months Azara and Rashad were blessed with two eggs, one bronze and one gold. She doted constantly while he grew somewhat restless. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want him to fight and that he was now tied down with children, but that he would now have to support a mate and two spawn with little to no means to do so. So he made a deal, he would take on jobs on his own to earn as much as possible before they were born, giving it up as soon as the first egg hatched. She reluctantly agreed, understanding that foraging the wilds would not be enough to support their family. They were not savages. It was autumn. She could still remember the sound of the crunching leaves as Rashad left early that morn. She could remember the moist odor of the composing foliage and the crisp chill in the forest air. He had been gone longer than he should and Azara was growing more nervous with every degree the sun moved towards the horizon. He said he’d be back by noon. Then the sound came, the crunching of leaves… the crunching of many leaves. The wagon shook as the assailants climbed aboard. She tried to fight them but there were too many and she was overwhelmed. For a long time there was only darkness. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up from the wagon floor. The canvas covering flapped, torn in the breeze, table and trunks broken, their few possessions stolen or destroyed. The eggs! She bolted upright and ran to the nest, slowly she peered inside. She saw bronze and golden tops of the eggs and sighed, but as the reality set in she wailed. Her scream shook the trees as flocks of birds retreated from her pain. The eggs were broken, split in the middle, a trait unique to her clan as the middle was the only portion of the egg soft enough to break, the rest was said to be as strong as steel. She searched for long hours, through the night and into the morn for her lost hatchlings, they shouldn’t have been able to survive. As the dawn broke Rashad returned, he did not react, it was a shear chill of stone that grated through his voice. “They are gone Azara. We must move on, it is dangerous here.” Her bloodshot eyes stared back at him with a fury that could have bored holes in his skull. She snapped, flying into a frenzy, beating on him with anything and everything she could find. It was only when she drew a sword that he fought back. He knocked her out, he knew she was too crazed to stop otherwise, and then he left. Azara awoke again, bloodied and alone. She huddled with the empty eggs close to her and cried until the sun was again low in the sky. As the sun crept towards the horizon she began to steel her heart in vengeance. She fashioned two whips, lashing pieces of broken shell to each of the scourges. They would be her children now. For them she hunted. The roads were empty the first sign of life being a traveler. Still ripe with rage she murdered him, taking his bow and equipment. The days were long, the were nights longer, they all blended into a pitiless blur of empty streets and lost trails. After a few tortuous weeks of foraging and solitude the Dragonborn finally found something. Bandits, they were setting up a road block, likely to ambush an expected caravan or merchant, but they did not expect her. As they made their laborious preparations she hunted, skewering two from the bushes before they knew she was there. Then they were on her, forcing her into the street where their numbers would count, she flailed and ripped, gashed and burned them with the breath of her ancestry. Azara would not have minded dying, not now, not against them, as long as she took as many with her as possible, and she did. Several more fell before she was overwhelmed, but it was then the caravan arrived, it was easy to see that if ambushed it would have been a fairly easy target, with many hostages available. In these circumstances however, it was the death of the rogues. A volley of arrows pierced the standing scoundrels, followed by heavy line of charging spearmen. It was over in seconds... and Azara was carried to their wagons.[/Spoiler] [Spoiler=Writing Sample:]Still heavily bandaged Azara sat up in her cot to face Garrett, the captain of the caravan guard as the wagon bumped and jostled on the pitted road. They had been talking on and off for some days now and the dragonborn felt she could trust him, she also felt the need to unburden herself from her guilt: [I]It was a few days since my hunt began and I was growing very hungry and very tired, it was then that a form appeared on the horizon. It was him! my heart raced and my feet kept pace as I ran towards him. The bronze form froze as he crested the peak on the well traveled road, the sun silhouetting him like a hero from a bard's tale. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my neck around his. [COLOR="DarkOrange"][B][/i]"Oh Rashad, I knew you'd come back."[/B][/COLOR][i] I hissed softly. [/i]He Shoved Me... Hard![i] I pleaded with him and all he could do was look at me with those piercing eyes and say [COLOR="Sienna"][B]"Get away, I don't want the likes of you!"[/B][/COLOR]. It was then my turn to freeze and it dawned on me, it[/i] was [i]his fault, his doing, his intention! he used me and I loved him, he was the one responsible for the death of my offspring. I could feel the anger rush up from my heels, through my spine, up to my neck, filling me until I was about to burst. My hand lashed like a serpent. The scourge was there though I did not recall drawing it, but I remember seeing its barbed coils wrapped around the neck, digging in deep. I pulled. Blood ran from the wounds. I pulled harder. My teeth gritted and my eyes blurred from the steam of my nostrils. I gave him deaths kiss. Pulling him closer I exhaled my acidic breath over him, burning his face, his bulging eyes and gasping lips, well beyond recognition. Then it was gone, I felt weightless, stoned, as if in a dream, the limp body unraveling from my scourge in a dead thump. It sounded like a sack of rotten apples. In my lucid state I gazed upon the corpse. It wasn't him. It wasn't even one of my kind. I think it was human, perhaps some traveler, some wanderer of the roads that had the misfortune of crossing me in a moment of tormented weakness. So I panicked. I stole his belongings to make it look like a robbery and ran. I ran until I collapsed, face first, in the dirt.[/I] She looked up at Garrett with a meek half smile on her face, the expression of a child filled with guilt for doing something wrong but knew it was right to tell. [I]Gods be damned![/I] she cursed her condition but more so her disposition. She hated being like this, so weak, so vulnerable, but he did save her life and so she owed it to him to know who it was he saved. He stared back at her, his face a mask of stone, then nodded and moved to leave the wagon. He must have noted the lost look in her eyes as he passed her, clasping a hand on her shoulder. [B][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]"I will be back."[/COLOR][/B] he said flatly. Azara let herself drop back into the cot and without a thought drifted into the most restful sleep she'd had in what felt like an eternity.[/Spoiler] [Spoiler=Reasons:]I try to bring a sense of realism to a fantasy world with interesting yet believable characters. I understand the system well and enjoy developing a character through role play and playing off others, trying to keep momentum going and keeping everyone involved within [ooc=reason]there are times to discuss actions and times to act[/ooc]. Regular posting is not an issue, if there ever should be an occasion where my posting will be delayed you can expect notice. And most importantly I just sincerely enjoy writing and helping to create a story that's worth reading as much as playing. Cheers.[/Spoiler]
Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition Character Sheet, Copyright 2008
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