Visions...who needs 'em!
"Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Fate leads the willing and drags along the reluctant" - Seneca
"Ask not what tomorrow may bring, but count as blessing every day that fate allows you" - Horace
Soulknife Rogue 3 |
Medium humanoid male (Reborn Tabaxi), neutral Armor Class 15 (studded leather armor)
Hit Points 24 ( 3d8 ) Senses passive perception 15 Languages common, elvish, abyssal, celestial, thieves' cant Proficiency Bonus +2 |
ABILITIES & SKILLS Proficiency Bonus: +2 |
Strength 8 (-1)
Dexterity 16 (+3)
Constitution 10 (+0)
Intelligence 12 (+1)
Wisdom 12 (+1)
Charisma 16 (+3) |
(E) denotes expertise. / Bold denotes proficiency. / * denotes +1 from Luckstone
PROFICIENCIES & ABILITIES |
PROFICIENCIES
ROGUE CLASS ABILITIES Sneak Attack (1d6) | Cunning Action |
SOULKNIFE SUB-CLASS ABILITIES
RACIAL TRAITS SUPERNATURAL GIFTS Ear's of the Oracle | Oracle's Insight (1d10/SR) | Oracle's Piety FEATS none |
WEAPONS |
WEAPONS
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ORACLE'S PIETY (4) |
PIETY 3+ Augury (R) PIETY 10+ Divination (R) PIETY 25+ Commune (R)* PIETY 50+ You can increase your INT or WIS score by 2, as well as increasing your maximum for the chosen score by 2. ORACLE CURSE Fate intends to use me as an oracle whether I want to listen or not. |
(R) Denotes ritual spell.
EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBERANCE |
TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)
MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.) Copper: 0 | Silver: 210 | Gold: 0 | Obsidian: 0| Platinum: 0 EQUIPEMENT READIED (22.5 lbs.) Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.
EQUIPMENT STORED (40 lbs.) Stored items can be retrieved with an action.
EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)
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* Denotes magic item (see below)
MAGIC ITEMS |
NON-ATTUNED Clockwork Amulet ATTUNED (0/3) Luckstone |
APPEARANCE |
Age appears to be around 20? | Height 5' 7" | Weight 125 lbs. | Hair None | Eyes Pale Blue/ Bright Yellow | Complexion Grey Once upon a time, Nine may well have been a very handsome young tabaxi. He certainly has a delicate bone structure and the most amazing, large delicate ears. For all he knows he cut a princely figure, muscular and lean, with dark, sleek fur and beautiful amber eyes...that's certainly how he imagines he used to look. But the reality is that he's a furless, grey-skinned wretch of a creature, whose flesh looks not dissimilar to that of a corpse. He doesn't let strangers get too close as there's a faint odour about him that slightly reminds one of an open grave. However, if you're a close personal friend he might show you his scars or the dent in the back of his skull...if you ask nicely! His body is thin and weedy and one of his lovely ears seems to have been chewed by a rat! But his most striking feature is his eyes...for one is as blue as the sky whilst the other's the colour of gold. His dark clothing seems well made, but is old and worn, tattered and musty smelling. On one finger he has a copper ring, which he fidgets with constantly. Nine struggles to remember his past life, with only flashes of memories coming to him as he tries to rest or as he ponders a problem. He struggles too with his reborn body...feigning sleep and pretending to eat and drink when in the company of others. His rebirth has brought some gifts however, and he is quickly learning to use his psychic abilities. But Nine's biggest struggle is in accepting the role that Fate has given him. Clearly he has wronged her somehow, but he doesn't have to enjoy her regular interference in his life...even if she may be the reason he's still around! |
BACKGROUND |
HAUNTED INVESTIGATOR
Background Feature: Heart of Darkness Trinket: A copper ring with the word "mine" engraved on the inside.
BACKSTORY - WIP It was definitely the fall that killed him...of that Nine was certain. Other than that, his life before was pretty much a blur. The first memory of his "new" life was a voice in his mind. "NINE LIVES LOST!" it shouted...his name perhaps, being used to call him from his rest. Or maybe just a simple statement of fact! Then came the sensation of pain, teeth chewing on his right ear. Trying to scream he realised his mouth was full of sand, his body, arms and legs pinned by the weight of the desert above him. Wriggling furiously he managed to dislodge whatever creature was making a meal of his lughole, then began to claw his way slowly free from his dusty grave. As his head finally broke through the surface he found himself literally inches from the skull of an ancient skeleton. Stifling a cry of terror he turned his head this way and that, only to find himself surrounded by bones, half buried by the sand and dust blowing fiercely across the dunes. The thought that he'd been buried in this horrible place was almost as bad as the sudden realisation that a few short moments ago he'd been dead! |