Genevieve ShrikeClass: 1st level Halfling monk
Ability Scores:Strength: 10 Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 13 Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 14 Charisma: 12
Misc. Information:AC: 14 | Initiative 4 | 10 feet speed
Hit Points: 9 CMB/CMD:
Initiative: 4 Speed: 10
Attack: Unarmed +6
Quarterstaff +2
Ornate quarterstaff (ATK +2 | DAM 1d6+2)
Skills:Acrobatics: +6 Appraise: Bluff: 1
Climb: Craft (Carp.): Disguise:
Escape Artist: 4 Fly: Handle Animal: 2
Heal: Intimidate: 1 Know (Dng): 2
Know (Geo): Perception: 2 Ride:
Sense Motive: 2 Stealth: 6 Survival:
Swim:
Saving Throws:+6 dexterity +4 wisdom +1 Charisma
Traits:
Stubborn
lust
drunk
laid back
Drawbacks:
Overly large breasts reducing speed
Doesn't care about coin
Often drunk
Description:Gender: Female Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 22
Height: 4'0" Weight: 80 lbs
Hair: Black Eyes: Blue
Skin: Pale
Languages Spoken: Common, Halfling
Equipment:Traveler's outfits
Cook's utensils
Ornate quarterstaff
Backstory: Genevieve Shrike, if all had gone well, would've been the heiress to quite a lofty sum of money and been raised as a pampered, rich halfling woman just like many others. However, life prefers to be quite cruel in its own way. Only days after her birth the young girl was left at the steps of a monastery by parents she'd never gotten the chance to know. There she was immediately taken in by the kind monks and their master, Lord Wushan. The only indication of her identity was a small note on her basket reading "Genevieve Shrike".
She would grow up under the illustrious tutelage of the old master, his skilled mind imparting unto her all the knowledge he could. As the years went by Jenny never truly questioned her own origins, perfectly content to live her days as a devote monk, tending to the garden, feeding the koi fish, and training in the vast martial arts that they could show her. Due to her rigorous training she was a promising student at an incredibly young age.
A life as a monk was what the young woman had decided for herself, one day she would teach students just as her master taught her. However, life had not finished its work on miss Shrike. An overcast day was never a very welcoming day, though to the monks, every day was a gift and potential. This day, however brought nothing but disaster. Just as the sun would have reached its apex bright lights filled the sky. A volley of flaming arrows rained down upon the monastery. A panic insued, the monastery warriors ready themselves as an invading force approached the front gates.
Along with several other students Jenny was told to hide herself, avoid these attackers, but of them all, she was the only one who did not listen. Her pride had her gather weaponry and stand at the gate with the others and with Lord Wushan himself.
The gates crumbled, invaders in black armor atop horses flooded through the compound. Weapons clashed, arrows were shot, and monks fell. During the chaos Jenny managed to smash a staff into the head of an attacking man, he was the largest of them all and the leader. Her blow knocked his helmet clean off, revealing a heavily scared face with patched, red hair. Her lucky hit earned her a heavy, metal boot to the chest as she was cast aside. Things went blurry, but she clearly remembers the sight of Lord Wushan standing over her, protecting them both from flurries of opponents.
Everything went black. When she awoke everything was quiet, the sounds of birds in the sky being the only proof that she was, indeed, awake. A heavy weight was atop her small body and a glance down showed her the long dead face of her mentor and father, Lord Wushan. Several arrows were shot into his back, a sword stabbed through his chest, he'd defended her to the last.
A grief stricken walk through the temple revealed devastation, horrors, slaughter. It seemed she was the only survivor. A deep sadness and rage burned in her chest and her mind was throbbing with the need for vengeance.
The armory was large, far larger than one could expect, but was now empty. Every piece of weaponry had been broken, stolen, or desecrated. Only one seemed to survive the entire ordeal. In the very back of the monastery, protected by a hidden door, was a long, silk covered box. Inside was the weapon that Genevieve would take her revenge with. Expertly and ornately carved, made of an unnaturally strong wood, was a staff. It was large for her, being a good two feet taller than herself, but she'd studied with such weapons for years. That staff now decorates her back wherever she goes, her only true companion in this horrid world.
