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Name: Constance Gerbera
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Race: High Elf
Appearance: Constance does not "dress to impress". She is crude and her appearance reflects that tenfold. Her face is marred on one side, scarred from the corner of her mouth up to her ear, and all across the side of her scalp as well. Her ears bear scars from where they were cut into the shape of human ears by some sadistic bandits she encountered before joining up with the KinsGuard, and her right eye bears a strange cross marking where the magic she uses keeps her vision intact.
Her long side-swept hair is a dark navy that shines almost purple in the light. She wears a loose-fitting tank-top with a tightly bound chest-wrap underneath, hiding rather average breasts. Her tank-top is cut short around her bellybutton, and she wears baggy pants with a thick, durable material. It is stained and scuffed, but the pants seem to never wear thin. Her boots are steel-toed, though it's a custom job, since it was not a regular type of boot in the time. She just wanted something to kick more a** with.
She carries a massive shield strapped to her back, and though her defensive magic is strong, she has yet to figure out what weapon she wishes to accompany her shield.
Personality: Constance is a hard woman. She fights hard, parties harder, and loves like a drunk sailor come home for a two week retreat. The woman is as passionate as any other, and she speaks her mind. If she lets you in, she'll leave herself open to be destroyed, but if you betray her, she will break you and your life into such small pieces that you'll never be the same.
Bio: Constance was born at a disadvantage. She knew there were races who were born into slavery, and there were people who were born into poverty. There were loads of people born into loads of different s**t circumstances. But, Constance, just because she was born into a noble high-elf family did not believe for a second she was "privileged". She was the product of a noble-man's inability to keep his c**k in his drawers, and a whore concubine whom he enjoyed to "see" in the late hours. When the woman brought news of the pregnancy to the man, she was beaten half-dead and sent back to the streets she crawled out of. The man had believed that the woman would surely miscarry the child. The babe would never have survived the assault. Three large men had kicked her around for a solid twenty minutes, and she had been spitting blood.
She made it back to the brothel she worked at, and the proprietor managed to nurse her back to health. However, the woman would never walk again...let alone flip a trick. The only thing she had worth anything was the life she carried inside her. A noble b*****d child...could fetch an incredible price. Surely she would not be able to work for the first decade of her life...but the child could be a great profit in due time.
Constance Gerbera did not lose her virginity in a god damned brothel. Her mother, though crippled, never intended to allow her daughter to fall into the same life she had lived. She told her daughter everything from a young age. Constance grew up fast. She lacked the childhood most people managed to have. From the age she could speak, her mother would whisper to her the horrors of the world. She would tell her of her noble father, sitting up on high, who refused to even accept that they existed.
She was a bitter girl with more than a chip on her shoulder. When she turned ten years old, she was stronger than most fifteen year old boys, and when the first man entered her room in the dark of night to take her innocence, he left with one less eye and a d**k with a permanent crook in it. Her mother had trained her well...taught her to defend herself and to be merciless in doing it. Nobody else would protect her. Not even her own mother...crippled as she was. Her mother sent her running that night, despite the fact that she could not go with her...and that she would surely be hung for the murder of a patron of the brothel.
Constance fell in with a bar-owner who found her starving on the streets, eating his garbage from behind the building. He housed her, and in noticing her stature and ability to scrap, he taught her to direct her anger into productive measures. He adopted her truly a couple of years later, and became her guardian and the only friend she ever had. The man was kind...but he did not have the stomach for violence that she did. She could not involve him in what was to come.
It was easy to make her way into the castle when she was eighteen years old and one of the most beautiful women in all of Dellhaven. Sir Edmond Feralius had called upon her himself. The man who had given her life. Though, of course, he would never remember she even existed. He spoke sweet nothings in her ear and slipped his hand across her thigh under the table at dinner. She pretended to be coy as she batted his hand away, but beneath her skin she wished she could skin him alive there. She waited until he took her to his chambers.
She drove a knife so far into his guts she was almost certain she had hit his spine. But the man was far stronger than she had anticipated. He was able to overpower her, and he slammed her head so hard into the stone walls of the room that it shattered her skull across her right temple. Her sight faded immediately, but before she completely blacked out, she felt the searing pain of her face being dragged through a broken window, before she was thrown from the man's chambers. The five story drop would have killed her if there hadn't been some well trimmed hedges she had landed onto. A few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a hell of a twisted ankle. That and a mangled face, shattered skull, and an eyeball that looked like spaghetti was coming out of it.
Hink Gerbera, the Bartender who had adopted her was the one who had found her. He had tried to sneak behind her, but he was a large, clunky man. Getting into the castle grounds had not been easy...getting out with his daughters body had been harder. The man fought his way out with his bear hands, and his daughter over his shoulder. He sent three guards to a medics, and he sustained grievous wounds. When Constance came to, he was dying, with her in his arms. The last thing he ever said was: "Don't give up on people. We're s**t more than half the time, but there are some people out there worth the time. I know...you were..."
Constance's hope for people died with her adoptive father. But her seething rage and will to kill her true father, Duc Edmond Feralius, that gave her a new purpose. A new life.
She found her way to the KinsGuard, hearing that recruits with a little bit of battle knowhow were in high demand. They taught her a magic to repair her damaged eye, and they refined her street scrapping style. When they let her graduate into their ranks they gave her the choice of whatever relic she wanted. When she looked at the armory, a shield caught her eye...it was so ******** gaudy that it made her sick. Every facet of the damned thing was silver, gold, or made of pure gemstones. She could probably buy the whole castle in Dellhaven with the thing...she hated it.
It was perfect.
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Health: 400 / 400
Skill: 10 [-]
Speed: 20 [-]
Strength: 20 [-]
Defense: 30 [-]
Arcane Power: 5 [-]
Arcane Protection: 30 [-]
Durability: 20 [24]
Ability List
Max Skill Level: 2
Skills Available: None
Skills Available: None
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High-Elf Racial Trait: All defensive actions you take have an automatic +5%. All defensive actions against your attacks have a -5% to their success.
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Ability Name: Salvation of Gold
Level: 1 (3)
Class: Utility
Effects: Shield (3): Apply a shield to target ally until your next turn worth 15% of their maximum health. This shield is depleted before any damage hits the targeted ally.
Description: Constance channels the energy of the Shield of Avarice, the bladed prongs of topaz on the front of the shield glowing bright yellow before firing off at an ally. It creates an energy shield around that ally, with tiny little golden coins seeming to glimmer around the energies.
Level: 1 (3)
Class: Utility
Effects: Shield (3): Apply a shield to target ally until your next turn worth 15% of their maximum health. This shield is depleted before any damage hits the targeted ally.
Description: Constance channels the energy of the Shield of Avarice, the bladed prongs of topaz on the front of the shield glowing bright yellow before firing off at an ally. It creates an energy shield around that ally, with tiny little golden coins seeming to glimmer around the energies.
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Ability Name: Don't Bleed on Me
Level: 2 (4)
Class: Physical Attack
Effects: Bleed (4): On a successful hit, cause 4% of the final damage to recur for a single turn.
Description: Constance takes cover under her massive tower shield and charges forward behind it, using the topaz spikes to slam into her enemies and drive them into their bodies. There are enough of the jagged spikes of topaz to cause some serious lacerations, and surely they won't be easy to sew up with so many all so close together.
Level: 2 (4)
Class: Physical Attack
Effects: Bleed (4): On a successful hit, cause 4% of the final damage to recur for a single turn.
Description: Constance takes cover under her massive tower shield and charges forward behind it, using the topaz spikes to slam into her enemies and drive them into their bodies. There are enough of the jagged spikes of topaz to cause some serious lacerations, and surely they won't be easy to sew up with so many all so close together.
Relic List
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Relic Name: Shield of Avarice
Affected Stats: +20% Durability
Description: The Shield of Avarice is a massive tower shield, made of enchanted oak slats, and bound by shimmering gold. There is intricate design across the surface and edges of the shield, all inlayed with gold and silver. There are precious gems of all kinds that are socketed into the metalwork, gleaming with every color of the rainbow. Several vicious spikes crafted from large hunks of topaz jut from the wooden boards, accenting against the golden inlay. The entire piece is a testament to greed, and everything Constance hates...it was perfect.
Affected Stats: +20% Durability
Description: The Shield of Avarice is a massive tower shield, made of enchanted oak slats, and bound by shimmering gold. There is intricate design across the surface and edges of the shield, all inlayed with gold and silver. There are precious gems of all kinds that are socketed into the metalwork, gleaming with every color of the rainbow. Several vicious spikes crafted from large hunks of topaz jut from the wooden boards, accenting against the golden inlay. The entire piece is a testament to greed, and everything Constance hates...it was perfect.
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Relic Name: Gloves of the Animus
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Effects: Soul Architect: Whenever you strike an enemy, the Gloves of the Animus gain 1 charge, up to a maximum of 3. At any point in combat, you may expend a charge to construct a copy of an enemy and cause it to attack the real version. These strikes receive a -20% Defensive penalty, and any number of charges may be released for the cost of two action points. The defensive penalty can not reduce the chance below 1%.
Description: The Gloves of the Animus are light leather gloves with ridged metal caps on the knuckles, and an easy snap link to take them on and off. There are three capsules on the back of the glove that seem dim, but when the glove strikes a foe, it will absorb parts of its soul and charge the capsules. Currently, only the right glove has these capsules, though any strike will allow the Gloves contact with the enemy's soul energy.
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Effects: Soul Architect: Whenever you strike an enemy, the Gloves of the Animus gain 1 charge, up to a maximum of 3. At any point in combat, you may expend a charge to construct a copy of an enemy and cause it to attack the real version. These strikes receive a -20% Defensive penalty, and any number of charges may be released for the cost of two action points. The defensive penalty can not reduce the chance below 1%.
Description: The Gloves of the Animus are light leather gloves with ridged metal caps on the knuckles, and an easy snap link to take them on and off. There are three capsules on the back of the glove that seem dim, but when the glove strikes a foe, it will absorb parts of its soul and charge the capsules. Currently, only the right glove has these capsules, though any strike will allow the Gloves contact with the enemy's soul energy.
