New World Campaign
With her own sister's blood on her hands, this fleeing Dragonborn seeks redemption and a new life.
STR: 15 +2
CON: 16 +3
INT: 14 +2
CHA: 14 +2
HP: 28 bloodied at 14
Healing surge value: 10
Dark One’s Blessing
Flames of Phlegthos
Weight: That is on a need to know basis, and you don’t need to know.
Build: Slimmer, not terribly muscular. She is also terribly scarred.
Skin/Hair Colors: Chaadra’s main colour is green. Her under belly and paws are brown.
Eye Color: Yellow
Weaknesses: The number three. Chaadra is hugely superstitious about the number three. She believes it to be very, very bad luck, and will go out of her way to avoid it. She also HATES sticky things. Children, especially girls. They make her think of her sister.
Description of Personality: Stoic/optimistic fatalist. She isn’t fazed by much. She simply sees no point in freaking out about things. After all, when your sister died by your own hands, you were tortured near to death and afterwards basically sold your soul to the devil….well, there’s not much else out there. She tries to do good, but always, always in her mind, she knows that some day that demon will come back and might ask her to undo it all. She’ll often volunteer to do the dirty work. She figures her hands are already stained with blood, she does it so that others don’t have to.
They say that trouble comes in threes. It’s true. You just have to keep an eye out. Take me for instance. I’m an only child. How’s that you say? Well, the first one came before I was even hatched. My mother’s village was attacked. By what, I’m not really sure. Mum never would talk much about it. Out of the whole brood, only me an my sister’s eggs survived. It screwed the whole family dynamics up. Mum never let us out of her sight, and me and Mitkaa grew up real close. We did everything together. Eventually, we got tired of being kept on a leash, me and Mitkaa, and we decided it was high time to leave home. So we got some extra clothes, what little money we had, some sticks, and up and left our mum with a note and went to find our destinies.
Then came the second trouble. Sheltered as we were, we got ourselves deeply into trouble that we had no way to get out of. We were kidnapped, and we were to be sold. There…..was only one was to save my sister. There was only one way she would be unmarked by that bastard.
You don’t understand. You don’t see that….that thing. She asked me to, and I did her a favor.
Needless to say, that thing was upset when he discovered one of his new toys dead. You see these scars? You see what I saved her from?
Of course, there was no escape for me. With Mitkaa gone, by my hands, I cared not. I was willing to let it happen. It didn’t matter.
But then I was saved. But Chaadra, you ask, you were rescued. I don’t see a third trouble.
Well, you don’t know who my ‘rescuer’ was.
It was a demon.
It told me that it would give me the power to escape and take my revenge. In return, I would have to perform an undisclosed favor for it at some point in the future.
It was stupid. Put myself into the debt of a demon? But, as I am sure you can conclude from the fact that I am standing before you, I took it.
Yep, I haven’t had that third trouble yet, but It’s coming.
One of these day, it will come.
Playlist: The Other Side by Sirenia#
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing. ~Maurice Maeterlinck