Post by Arikarka on Jan 19, 2019 2:43:07 GMT
With the other bookkeeping request for the social thread, there is enough Exp to level up. When ready Kai, here is level four sorcerer Citrine. I also re-worked the profile layout and added more details where I felt were lacking. Any stat upgrades, skill increases, feats, etc were added to this version of her character profile. Also includes the 3gp 5 silver spent in the Merrily We Sailed Along thread.
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S O R C E R E R S P E L L S
C I T R I N E - R E D B R I A R
Rain
C H A R A C T E R Q U I C K G L A N C E
Wild Blooded Sorcerer - 4
Phoenix
Aarakocra
Female
28 years old
Chaotic Good
Pirate
Respects Valkur | Healthy Fear of Umberlee
Rain
C H A R A C T E R Q U I C K G L A N C E
Wild Blooded Sorcerer - 4
Phoenix
Female
28 years old
Chaotic Good
Pirate
Respects Valkur | Healthy Fear of Umberlee
A P P E A R A N C E
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Her body went limp as Orin pulled, and pulled, and pulled – taking all of the hate, anger, fear, and frustrations she’d been feeling since she recalled her time in Wonderland. Her body hit the ground as she was momentarily snuffed, like a candle flame, and felt for once no emotions at all whatsoever. It was like….leaning against her gravestone. How could she remember that? She wasn’t dead… was she? A flutter of feathers caressing her back told her otherwise. There are more ways to die than just losing life, an ancient chirp cooed in her ears. Before she could question it she felt her back heat up to the point of nearly passing out yet again- as a wrenching feeling jolted her back into reality.
Her wings, when she came too and shakily spread them out to their fullest reach, would top off at 12 feet wide, tip-to-tip. The distinct 5 droopy ‘fingers’ distinguished the rather gull-like looking wings to clearly define them as those belonging to an osprey. Grimacing Rain shook and trembled as the she flexed her wings for the first time in this life. The wings themselves were overall long and somewhat narrow, a continual rectangle shape. The bright fire colors shimmered in the light from the oil like protections that coated every individual feather. Lifting them up then down again to stretch her new muscles a gust of wind buffeted the ground sending dust spiraling into the air around her, motes of smoke spiraling off of them. As she bent them it could be seen that from the ‘elbow’ to wingtip the span was at least 3.5 feet per wing, half the wingspan alone. They were wings built to pilot and navigate in strong sea-level storms and gales.
She was both a firebird and a sea hawk… and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Whereas, however, osprey wings were cream, buff, tan, brown, and white her phoenix wings were a pale yellow, rich amber, dark burnt orange, deep ruby red and citrine. The colors seemed to smolder like embers in a fire and with a kree-cree shout they burst with the scent of candlesmoke, ash, clove, a warm salty breeze, a hint of wood polish, sulfur, spearmint, smelling salts, a rolling thunderstorm… nearly every emotion cycling at this minor form of rebirth. She shook her back like a dog and she felt long feather brush at her calves. There, unfurling down from her spine were the long, slightly wispy, barred primary feathers in the same color as her wings. She felt prickles as the rest of the tail feathers grew around her waist, the full effect making it look like she wore a dancer skirt that was missing in the very front, short in the sides but growing longer as they grew to her tailbone around her waist with a ‘tailcoat’ skirt behind her. The longest ones seemed almost 20 inches long and touched her lower calf, while the others never went past her thighs.
The little soft downy feathers she had previously were changing as well. The downy feathers along her shoulders, down her back, thighs, and neck molted and floated to the ground, and in their place quickly grew stronger contour feathers in the same dark amber and reds as her wings. Her scaled legs from the mid-calf down darkened from the light yellow they were to more of a boot leather brown and the talons became slightly reverse-jagged on the inside curve.
However, there on her back, were what would look like whip lashes on her back among the drying blood – the claw marks from where the phoenix had broken through via anger, fear and other potent negative emotions. Had the emotions been different? Well… She’d never know how different her back might look. Looking at Orin she started cracking her fingers and shoulders. Someone deemed it… probably Fate… that the resident ‘seven’ year old needed wings in addition to her misty step abilities.
She gave Orin a very different kind of smile then – devoid of anger and pain, but one of peace, almost – and reached a tentative hand out asking for aid in standing…
[/div]Her wings, when she came too and shakily spread them out to their fullest reach, would top off at 12 feet wide, tip-to-tip. The distinct 5 droopy ‘fingers’ distinguished the rather gull-like looking wings to clearly define them as those belonging to an osprey. Grimacing Rain shook and trembled as the she flexed her wings for the first time in this life. The wings themselves were overall long and somewhat narrow, a continual rectangle shape. The bright fire colors shimmered in the light from the oil like protections that coated every individual feather. Lifting them up then down again to stretch her new muscles a gust of wind buffeted the ground sending dust spiraling into the air around her, motes of smoke spiraling off of them. As she bent them it could be seen that from the ‘elbow’ to wingtip the span was at least 3.5 feet per wing, half the wingspan alone. They were wings built to pilot and navigate in strong sea-level storms and gales.
She was both a firebird and a sea hawk… and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Whereas, however, osprey wings were cream, buff, tan, brown, and white her phoenix wings were a pale yellow, rich amber, dark burnt orange, deep ruby red and citrine. The colors seemed to smolder like embers in a fire and with a kree-cree shout they burst with the scent of candlesmoke, ash, clove, a warm salty breeze, a hint of wood polish, sulfur, spearmint, smelling salts, a rolling thunderstorm… nearly every emotion cycling at this minor form of rebirth. She shook her back like a dog and she felt long feather brush at her calves. There, unfurling down from her spine were the long, slightly wispy, barred primary feathers in the same color as her wings. She felt prickles as the rest of the tail feathers grew around her waist, the full effect making it look like she wore a dancer skirt that was missing in the very front, short in the sides but growing longer as they grew to her tailbone around her waist with a ‘tailcoat’ skirt behind her. The longest ones seemed almost 20 inches long and touched her lower calf, while the others never went past her thighs.
The little soft downy feathers she had previously were changing as well. The downy feathers along her shoulders, down her back, thighs, and neck molted and floated to the ground, and in their place quickly grew stronger contour feathers in the same dark amber and reds as her wings. Her scaled legs from the mid-calf down darkened from the light yellow they were to more of a boot leather brown and the talons became slightly reverse-jagged on the inside curve.
However, there on her back, were what would look like whip lashes on her back among the drying blood – the claw marks from where the phoenix had broken through via anger, fear and other potent negative emotions. Had the emotions been different? Well… She’d never know how different her back might look. Looking at Orin she started cracking her fingers and shoulders. Someone deemed it… probably Fate… that the resident ‘seven’ year old needed wings in addition to her misty step abilities.
She gave Orin a very different kind of smile then – devoid of anger and pain, but one of peace, almost – and reached a tentative hand out asking for aid in standing…
P E R S O N A L I T Y
H I S T O R Y A N D B A C K G R O U N D
S T A T S A N D S P E C I A L A B I L I T I E S
HP: 18 | AC: 13
25 Walk | 50 Fly
With morning preparation, AC is 16 with Extended MM Mage Armor
With Shield AC is 21 (with M. Armor) or 18 (base AC)
Initiative: +3
Range Spell Attack +5 | Spell Save DC: 13
Strength: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 8 (-1)
Dexterity: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 16 (+3)
Constitution: 10 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+5)
Natural Weapons:
Talon +2 1d4 slashing
Feats
Level 4 Sorcerer
+1 Dexterity +1 Charisma
Ability Score Boost
Tides of Chaos
Recharges once per Long Rest OR Nat 1 on the Wild Chaos table
Gain advantage on attack, ability check, or save
Once a Day Ability
M E T A M A G I C
Sorcery Points
25 Walk | 50 Fly
With morning preparation, AC is 16 with Extended MM Mage Armor
With Shield AC is 21 (with M. Armor) or 18 (base AC)
Initiative: +3
Range Spell Attack +5 | Spell Save DC: 13
Strength: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 8 (-1)
Dexterity: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 16 (+3)
Constitution: 10 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+5)
Natural Weapons:
Talon +2 1d4 slashing
Feats
Level 4 Sorcerer
+1 Dexterity +1 Charisma
Ability Score Boost
Tides of Chaos
Recharges once per Long Rest OR Nat 1 on the Wild Chaos table
Gain advantage on attack, ability check, or save
Once a Day Ability
S K I L L S
| +5 Acrobatics | +5 Insight | +3 Performance |
| +3 Animal Handling | +2 Intimidation | +5 Persuasion |
| -1 Arcana | -1 Investigation | -1 Religion |
| +0 Athletics | +3 Medicine | +3 Slight of Hand |
| +3 Deception | -1 Nature | +3 Stealth |
| -1 History | +5 Perception | +3 Survival |
Proficient +2 in
Acrobatics | Insight | Perception | Persuasion | Viol
Read and Write
Common | Aarakocra | Auran | Thieves' Cant
Acrobatics | Insight | Perception | Persuasion | Viol
Read and Write
Common | Aarakocra | Auran | Thieves' Cant
M E T A M A G I C
Sorcery Points
Four
Metamagic
Empowered Spell
When you roll damage for a spell, you can spend 1 sorcery point to reroll a number of the damage dice up to your charisma (minimum of one)
You must use the new result
You can used Empowered Spell even if you have already used a different MM option during the casting of this spell
Extend Spell
When you cast a spell that has a duration of 1 minute or longer, you can spend 1 sorcery point to double its duration
Doubles a max of up to 24 hours
Empowered Spell
When you roll damage for a spell, you can spend 1 sorcery point to reroll a number of the damage dice up to your charisma (minimum of one)
You must use the new result
You can used Empowered Spell even if you have already used a different MM option during the casting of this spell
Extend Spell
When you cast a spell that has a duration of 1 minute or longer, you can spend 1 sorcery point to double its duration
Doubles a max of up to 24 hours
S O R C E R E R S P E L L S
G E A R
- 288 gp | 3 sp | 8 cp
- Arcane Focus (using the gemstone worth 10gp in starting equipment combined with the A.F. being starting item as well) – citrine gem set in what looks like a wedding ring
- Backpack
- Large chest, full of mundane personal possessions
- Waterskin
- Quarterstaff (starting weapon allowed)
- x5 Empty vials
- Flask (filled with whiskey)
- Traveler’s Clothes (starting class item)
- Bedroll
- x2 Combo bag of oil+ball bearings+caltrops, shake-n-bake style
- Viol - Her father's violin she inherited is her most prized possession, and she has played the strings since she was old enough to hold it properly. She'll bet a fiddle of gold against her soul that she can play better than you. Worn wood, well polished, and cared for. Vines and various engravings carved throughout
