Daughter of a country innkeeper on a conservative frontier and neice of the captain of the town militia, Susan Guester was always a tomboy. When she got some time off from helping her mother in the kitchen of the inn, she was as likely to go grab a stick and ask the boys to play swords with her as she was to take her doll to join the little girls.
When her uncle Otis noticed this, he brought her onto the militia field and warned her, “The sword is no weapon for you, Susan. Swords require strength, and no matter how strong you get there will always be a stronger man ready to cut you down. Always keep your mind keen, your wits, sharp, and your eyes peeled for any advantage life throws you. But if, gods forbid, you should be forced to fight, let’s see how you do with this.” He showed her how to fire a slightly undersized crossbow—still very large for a girl of nine.
Over the next four years, Susan frequently went out to the field to shoot with her uncle. She was soon scoring better than most of the militia, and even hunting with him by the time she could use a full sized weapon.
When Susan was thirteen, she discovered that her parents were arranging a marriage for her. Being romantic enough to want to choose her own husband, but also young enough to still be fearful of sex—she’d barely begun her monthly bleeding!—Susan demanded that her parents end the arrangement. When they refused, she packed her crossbow, some food, a dagger, and a few copper coins, and ran away from home.
The next three years were hard, but the things Uncle Otis taught her kept her alive and thriving. Dressed as a boy, she was harassed a little less-but still appeared young enough to engender sympathy. She hunted with her crossbow and sold the meat in the towns she visited. She also did chores at the farms she visited in return for a few days of civilized comforts at a time. She traveled under the name Zan, for a story time hero from her mother’s tales, an elven giants slayer small enough to ride a dog.
In her sixteenth year, though, still penniless, she was robbed while sleeping in an inn’s stables, loosing everything but the clothes on her back and the cloak she used for a pillow.
Desperate, she noted the adventurer’s guild sign and decided to try her luck. If nothing else, she’d serve them long enough to pay off a new crossbow, then go back to the life she was accustomed too.
Name: Susan Skythorn
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Fighter (Crossbowman) 1
Birthday: 25th day of the 7th month.
Measures: 34 C, 24”, 30”
Skin: Lightly tanned.
Hair: Fiery red ponytail.
Eyes: Sparkling green.
Strength 11 +0
Dexterity 18 +4
Constitution 14 +2
Intelligence 12 +1
Wisdom 14 +2
Charisma 12 +1
Hit Points 12
Fortitude 2 +2 +0 =d20+4
Reflex 0 +4 +0 =d20+4
Will 0 +1 +0 =d20+1
Armor Class 14 (Armor +0 Dexterity +4)
Base Attack +1
--Point Blank Shot
--Weapon Focus: Light Crossbow
--Climb 1 +3 +0 +0 +0 =d20+4
--Craft: Cook 1 +3 +1 +0 +0 =d20+5
--Perception 1 +3 +2 +1 +0 =d20+7
--Stealth 1 +3 +4 +1 +0 =d20+9
--Survival 1 +3 +2 +0 +0 =d20+6
--Swim 1 +3 +0 +0 =0 =d20+4
--Looking for Work: +1 Perception, which is a class skill.
--Slippery: +1 Stealth, which is a class skill for you.