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Raenala Zeizerer - Disinherited, with Love


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Raenala Zeizerer
AGE: 109
HEIGHT: 6'3"




STR: 13 | DEX: 18 | CON: 15

INT: 17 | WIS: 15 | CHA: 18


DEX (Acrobatics, Sleight of Hand, Stealth)
INT (Culture, Medicine)
WIS (Perception, Sense Motive)
CHA (Bluff, Diplomacy)

SHIP ROLE: (Order of effectiveness)
Captain > Chief Mate/Pilot > Science Officer
GROUND ROLE: Harrying Fire, Cover Fire, Feint, Stamina Healer


"Hello Mother... Yes... Yeah.... Listen, I just need to say this— I don't want a business degree..."

The reaction was as she expected... maybe worse than she expected. Raenala, was heiress to a large fortune nurtured on the success of her House's exploits in Munitions Manufacturing. Zeizerer Munitions. Who earned their claim to fame by playing off the xenophobia of the pact worlds and finding a 'palatable' alternative solution to the age problem, of everyone suddenly having a conscious when it comes to buying weapons of war from the Drow of Apostae. Simply sell them the bullets instead of the gun. House Zeizerer was built on subtly, on careful words, and protracted gambits.

So, when she called her mother after months of avoiding it and told her she didn't want to be a suit. That she longed for a creative career in arts, sharing the wonders of the universe with millions across the Pact infospheres. Centered directly in the spotlight, with a solar system of attention upon her. Her mother laughed. Told her to come home and stopped Raenala's weekly allowance.

Bills ate through her savings quick, and before she knew it, she was behind on rent with eviction notices spammed into her mail accounts. But mixed into all that doom and gloom was a glimmer of hope. An offer from EJ Corp. Room and board and a chance to see far off wonders in the Vast of the galaxy. Raenala took it, she was desperate, a week away from homelessness without prospect of anything to stop that short of groveling to her mother.


That was ten years ago. In the years since Raenala has turned from the heiress she was raised to an honest member of the working class. Certified in industrial EVA. Her days were spent out in space, toiling away in the vacuum, performing repair and assembly on satellites. It was beautiful work, high above Entha— A ocean world, with a depth so deep and dark. It was as if you stared down into the Plane of Shadow.

Raenala found a way to express herself, she turned her daily life into videos. Detailing a glamorous, simple, cheerful life far away from the Pact worlds. Working for EJ Corp, shaping a planet into something habitable for thousands of years to come. Management caught wind of her videos and brought her into the formal marketing team for Entha's colonization. Of course, this came with too small of a pay raise and doubling of her workload.


Stress snapped at her edges, leaving her tattered. Between her labors in space, the videos for her social media accounts, and the marketing deadlines she constantly had to meet. Raenala barely even had time to breathe out in that vacuum of space. There were days where she wanted nothing more than to leave. EJ Corp and her dream, that had been sucked dry of passion under the weight of underpaid labor. Made only worse by her garnished wage to repay the back-rent at her old luxury apartment. It was only three months' rent, but at the wages she worked now, it'd take years to fully pay off.

For the latter years of her assignment on Entha, she only felt a haze. Broken up by moments of stress as safety systems failed, and people found themselves injured or worse. Raenala was always lucky, and when she wasn't lucky she had Shan. A brenneri woman who worked a labor foreman. While the safety department only tried to cover up the company's violations, Shan actually worked to keep her workers protected. Going so far as to cover for them when they couldn't operate at 100%. Raenala leaned on her more than once, countless times even. It was bittersweet to leave her.


A new assignment came through for Raenala. It was a lateral move in pay, but it was a safer gig working the shipping lanes. With more free time for her to fulfill her marketing duties, and with less oversight for her to perform a little wage theft on her social media accounts. She was still at least a decade away from repaying her debt, but at least in the dull monotony of cargo transport, she'd find some peace, quiet, and relaxation.




Edited by Gilda (see edit history)
Ability Score Set 1
repeat(drop(4d6,lowest),8) 1,2,5,6,2,5,5,5,4,4,6,6,2,3,3,4,1,2,5,6,2,2,5,5,1,3,4,5,2,4,5,6
Ability Score Set 2
repeat(drop(4d6,lowest),8) 2,3,5,6,1,4,5,5,2,5,6,6,2,4,5,5,1,4,5,5,2,2,3,4,1,5,6,6,2,2,4,6
Ability Score Set 3
repeat(drop(4d6,lowest),8) 1,1,2,5,1,1,3,6,2,3,4,4,4,5,5,6,1,3,3,4,2,4,5,6,2,2,5,5,2,2,4,6
Ability Score Set 4
repeat(drop(4d6,lowest),8) 2,4,4,5,3,5,5,6,1,5,6,6,1,2,4,6,2,5,5,5,1,3,6,6,1,5,6,6,2,3,4,5
Ability Score Set 5
repeat(drop(4d6,lowest),8) 2,2,3,4,1,2,4,5,2,2,6,6,1,1,3,6,3,5,5,6,2,4,4,5,3,5,6,6,1,1,3,6
Ability Score Set 6
repeat(drop(4d6,lowest),8) 1,1,4,4,2,5,5,5,1,2,2,5,1,2,2,4,2,2,3,5,2,3,5,6,3,4,4,4,1,1,3,6
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Solid concept, always had a soft-spot for the rich kid turned working class prole. Plus EJ Company is definitely the sort of make use of (highly-curated and edited) social media influencers; a few well-done panoramic shots of space really helps cover up the wage slavery.

Everything looks good from a numbers standpoint as well.


Edited by Maester1216 (see edit history)
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token_1(1).png.47172e8386c7103696175dce72d501df.pngRaenala Zeizerer - Drow - Envoy 1

HP: 10/10 | SP: 8/8 | EAC: 15 | KAC: 15 | FORT: +2 | REF: +6 | WILL: +4 | INITIATIVE: +4

PRIMARY WEAPON: Zeizerer Munitions' Azimuth Laser Pistol - 1d4F - 24/24

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