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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 17:30:49 GMT
Name: Wakathas The Brute
Class and Level: Sorcerer 3 ( )
Race: Aarakocra Background: Soldier - Military Rank: Officer Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Size: Medium
Experience: 358/900
Proficiency Bonus: +2
Appearance: Wakathas is a black feathered Aarakocra with amber colored eyes. He wear a Royal blue, 3-piece suit that look pristine, without a single speck of dust or wrinkle. His exposed feathers have a metal shine to them. Around his neck is a patch of silver scales that are very cold to the touch.
He is 5'1", with a toned fit soldier build. He always hover inches above the ground, making a point to always be at eyes level with those he was speaking to, never lower. He always sounds happy and calm, though there's a glint of determination in his eyes.
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 17:40:14 GMT
Stat and ModifiersStat | Score | Modifier | Strength | 13 | +1 | Dexterity | 18 | +4 | Constitution | 16 | +3 | Intelligence | 13 | +1 | Wisdom | 16 | +3 | Charisma | 16 | +3 |
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 17:42:00 GMT
Saving ThrowsStat | Proficient? | Modifier | Strength | No | +1 | Dexterity | No | +4 | Constitution | Yes | +5 | Intelligence | No | +1 | Wisdom | No | +3 | Charisma | Yes | +5 |
SkillsSkill | Proficient? | Modifier | Acrobatics | No | +4 | Animal Handling | No | +3 | Arcana | No | +1 | Athletics | Yes | +3 | Deception | Yes | +5 | History | No | +1 | Insight | No | +3 | Intimidation | Yes | +5 | Investigation | No | +1 | Medicine | No | +3 | Nature | No | +1 | Perception | No | +3 | Performance | No | +3 | Persuasion | Yes | +5 | Religion | No | +1 | Slight of Hand | No | +4 | Stealth | No | +4 | Survival | No | +3
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Passive Perception - 13
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 18:08:40 GMT
Armor Class: 17 (Draconic Resilience) Initiative: +4
Speed: 25 Walking, 50 Flying
Maximum hit points: 27 Current hit points: 27 Temporary hit points: 0
Hit dice: d6 Current Hit dice: 1d6+3 (3)
Exhaustion 0
Death Saves Success O O O
Failure O O O
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 18:43:40 GMT
Languages and Proficiency
Languages: Common Aarakocra Auran Draconic
Proficiencies: Tool Proficiencies: Land Vehicles Weapon Proficiencies: Simple Weapons Armor Proficiencies: None
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 18:57:34 GMT
Attacks and Spell-casting
Weapons
Name Attack bonus Damage/type Properties
Dagger(+1) +7 1d4+5 Piercing Simple, Finesse, light, thrown (range 20/60) Talon +3 1d4+1 Slashing Unarmed
Spellcasting
Spellcasting ability Spell save DC Spell attack bonus
Charisma 13 +5
Slot level Slots total Slots expended
1st 4 0 2nd 2
Spell Book
Cantrips: Fire Bolt Frostbite Prestidigitation Ray of Frost
Level 1 Spells Ice Knife Magic Missile Shield
Level 2 Spells Dragon's Breath
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 19:21:57 GMT
Equipment:(Total on Body: 17.5 lbs.) Three piece suit (Pristine) - 4 lbs. Dagger x2 - 2 lbs. Blue Mortified Dagger Arcane Focus Crystal - Inside a silver ring on his middle finger - .5 lbs. Burnt piece of banner - .5 lbs. Water skins x2 - 10lbs. Nightcap of Pleasant Dreams - .5 lb. Total Weight: 7 lbs. Max Carrying capacity: 195 lbs. Encumbered > 195 lbs. Heavily Encumbered > 260 lbs. Push, Drag or Lift: 390 lbs. Currency:Copper | 0 | Silver | 8 | Electrum | 0 | Gold | 9 | Platinum | 0 |
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 19:37:59 GMT
Personality Trait
- I hope for the best from people, but I'm prepared for the worst from them. - I try stay calm, especially when the opposition is heated.
Ideals
- Free wills. I want people to be able to do what they want, as long as it doesn't cause harm to those around them.
Bonds
- My only family, my squad, had all been burnt, all that left was a charred remains of our emblem and a determination for vengeance.
Flaws
- I sometimes get hesitant for violence because I always try to seek for the less harmful way to solve problems.
Assumptions
- Wakathas cares a bit too much for his suit, always keeping it in a pristine condition using Prestidigitation. - Wakathas keeps his daggers hidden somewhere inside his suit. - Wakathas never walks. He always made sure that he's at eye-level with everyone he talks to, never lower. - Wakathas likes the cold.
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 19:53:02 GMT
Class Features - Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
- Dragon Ancestor (Silver Dragon) - You have a specific dragon type as your ancestor. You can speak, read, and write Draconic and you double your proficiency bonus for CHA checks involving dragons. - Draconic Resilience - Your max HP is increased by 1 per level. When you aren't wearing armor, your AC equals 13+ your Dexterity Modifier. - Font of Magic - You have sorcery points that you regain when you finish a long rest. You can use your sorcery points to gain additional spell slots or sacrifice spell slots to gain additional sorcery points as a bonus action. - Sorcery Point Remaining (2/2)
Racial Traits
- Flight - Flying speed 50' while not wearing medium or heavy armor. - Talon - Unarmed strikes may deal 1d4+Strength Modifier slashing damage on a hit.
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Post by Wakathas on Aug 27, 2020 20:20:56 GMT
Backstory:
Wakathas doesn't know where he came from or who his parents are, his childhood was hazy, the only certainty he had about it was the immense pain he had gone through to get his feathers transmuted, as for what the purpose was, he doesn't know. All he know now is that with enough concentration, he can turn his feather into metal, making him less susceptible to attacks.
When he was around 10, he was offered to join the Harpers and they had taken him in and raise him with love. They had also given him something to prevent him from waking up in the middle of the night, screaming in agony as his suppressed memories try to resurface.
The Harpers had taught him a way to tap into his arcane heritage, taught him the art of combat, taught him to fight for himself and others. They had taught him espionage, taught him how to blend in, how to stand out, how to manipulate others' perspective of him, for the greater good. They had given him knowledge, knowledge that those who are in power want no one to know, knowledge that allow him to differentiate between right and wrong.
The Harpers were where he had learn empathy and compassion for others, it was where he learned to protect those who can't do it themselves. Where he was able to make friends, make memories, and most importantly, find a family, a place where he belong, a place where he can return to whenever his wings grew tired. But one day, a part of that place was taken away from him.
He was assigned a mission to enlist and infiltrate the military force, to learn more about their secrets and goal, so that his organization can best protect the people. Before he left, his mates all pitched in and had a three-piece suit tailor-made for him. All was gone when he returned from a mission on day. He found no one, nothing, all that remained was a charred piece of their emblem, and the suit he wore.
He determined to seek out Bastian Thermandar, he who had taken away his friend, his family, his home. He want to seek that monster out, and ask it why, why must it do this? Why must it take this away from him? Why must he suffer this fate? He wanted answers, first and foremost, but once that's done, he wanted revenge, even if that's the last thing he'd ever do.
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