Name: Batche
Age: Unknown, presumed eons old
Gender: Female
Race: Warforged
Class: Monk
Alignment: True Neutral
Weapon: Hand to Hand (Rocky Gauntlets)
Abilities:
While being exceptional in the art of hand to hand combat, Batches true skill lies in her deep knowledge and understanding of flora and its uses in Alchemy, Medicine and Cuisine.
Appearance:
Batche is a lightweight Warforged, taking the shape of an rocky armour clad buxom woman made of toughened glass. She stands at 5'7" and weighs around 220lbs. Her glass hair falls to just above her shoulders and has brilliant lemon yellow Citrines for eyes. While each of her firm powerful thighs are equally covered with Sandstone, her arms however are not, the right one being much better defended than the left. Built to function as an alchemists assistant as well as bodyguard, Batche is equipped with more digits than most Warforged.
Personality: Batche is your perfect maid or assistant, kind, hardworking and entheusiastic. Her synthesised voice is soft and gentle like the wind to match. She takes great pleasure in helping others. She harvests information, she'd say, "she's was equipping herself to be more useful to Master", but the reality is she was crafted to collect and store data. This makes her an expert on horticulture, alchemy, hand to hand combat, spellcraft (which she can't use due to having no magical aptitude) and a few other specialty subjects. She's bad at comprimise, if the current goal doesn't appear to help her on her quest, you will need a lot of bluff/diplomacy points to keep her around. She's optimistic she will one day find her master and thinks and is motivated by nothing else.
Brief Backstory: Batche lives to serve, or at least she used too. Awoken by a dungeoneer, she found herself without her master. She waited for several years for his return but had no luck and the touching up of their home was done somewhat in vain. Worried, she packed up everything she'd need from her cavernous home and set off into the world to find him and return his favourite possessions, which he'd carelessly forgotten, to him. Not knowing much of the outside world, Batche stuck with a friendly traveler, who too must have been alien to these lands, until he introduced her to some friendly mages at a local college. There were more foreigners here but using their vast collection books Batche quickly mastered their native tongue, so that it would no longer be a barrier to communication with all outsiders that seemed to be around. They still seemed to have trouble understanding why Batche had to leave, protesting with such bizzare claims as, "We command you now, golem!", "We paid for you!" and "You can't leave yet, you haven't even serviced us! You shouldn't even have free will!" Even when they used physical force, Batche disposed of them quickly. Since then she's been searching, nothing will come between her and her master. Master only ever left home to seek out new curiosities and with no other clues than that, she uses his notes to seek them out as well, in the hope of one day bumping to him. Between escapades, Batches retreats to her dungeon home to tend to her garden..
Equipment:
Large ornately carved black box containing her master's favourite possessions
Master's notebook
Dungeoneering tools
Scrolls of Summoning
Theme Song:
[Out of battle](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOgGZUWOPMc)
[ROLLING NATURAL 20s](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9M4Y16iDTE)