Calapa, Obsidiman Purifier

Roll20 Name:  Shawn Y
Character Name:  Calapa (Calapasparquapazcorgypsdum)
Race:  Obsidiman
Discipline:  Purifier
Circle:  1
LP:  0

Threads towards Thread Item:  0
Weeks of Downtime:   0

Dex:  16 (7)
Str:  22 (9)
Tou:  16 (7)
Per:  10 (5)
Wil:  10 (5)
Cha:  10 (5)

Karma:  3 (D6)

Uncon:  51
Death:  60

PD:  9
PA:  3
MD:  6
MA:  2
SD:  6

Recovery tests per day:  3
Carrying Capacity:  305
Wound Threshold:  13

Discipline Talent 1st circle(Rank):  Astral Sight (0)
Discipline Talent 1st circle(Rank):  Battle Shout (0)
Discipline Talent 1st circle(Rank):   Body Control (3)
Discipline Talent 1st circle(Rank):  Purity Weaving (0)
Discipline Talent 1st circle(Rank):   Unarmed Combat (2)
Optional Talent 1st circle(Rank):  Crushing Blow (3)

Discipline Talent 2nd Circle(Rank):  
Optional Talent 2nd circle(Rank):  

Discipline Talent 3rd Circle(Rank):
Optional Talent 3rd circle(Rank):  

Discipline Talent 4th Circle(Rank):
Optional Talent 3rd circle(Rank):  

Knowledge skills(rank):  Creature lore (1)
Knowledge skills(rank):  Horror Lore (1)

Artisan Skill(rank):  Body Painting (1)

Speak language skills(rank): Dwarf, Obsidiman (2)
Read/Write Language Skill(rank):  Dwarf (1)

Other Skills(Rank):  Maneuver (3)
Other Skills(Rank):  Shield Bash (2)
Other Skills(Rank):  Wound Balance (3)




Equipment:
Adventurer’s Kit (backpack, bedroll,
flint & steel, torch, waterskin, large
sack)
Artisan Tools (Embroidery)
Dagger
Traveler’s Garb (soft boots, shirt, belt,
robe or breeches, traveler’s cloak)
Trail Rations (1 week)

100 Silver



Personality Traits:  Sentimental, Loyal, Ferocious



Karma Ritual:  Calapa sits cross legged on the ground and places her hands, palms down, on the ground.  Concentrating her will, the ground around her seems to harden, increasing in density until it is seems to be as hard as stone.  She breathes deeply, allowing the pain of those she loves and the land around her to course it's way through her body as she slowly starts punching the ground around her.  The ground shakes and cracks with each rhythmic strike upon the hardened earth.  She increases her rhythm as she reminds herself of the reasons she fights as she does and of those who will fall if she fails in her duty.  The ritual ends with a resounding crack of stone as the hardened ground finally breaks.  She then can smile again.



Her way:  The world is here for all to enjoy.  Races should live in harmony with the land and evil should be thrown back into the darkness from whence it came.  Enjoy things, the life around you, the people you meet, and the land you walk.  Show no mercy to those that would defile such things.  Even those who as considered civilized do not get to hide from the fury of the earth behind their walled cities.  Let no one know your motives until it is too late for them.

RETIRED!