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Don't count the gun, pretend it's a crossbow.
Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 4, Barbarian, Level 1
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STR: 9(-1) DEX: 15(+2) CON: 13(+2) INT: 12(+1) WIS: 10(+0) CHA: 20(+5)
HP MAX: 34 Armor Class: 12 Movement: 30 ft Spell DC: 14
Alignment: CG Defenses: (Reistence)Fire
Kosara's a rather curious tiefling to witness. Different from many of her kind's usual appearances, she doesn't have the usual skin colors their race is known for. Instead she's got a bronze tanned milky colored skin, white eyes and 4 white curved horns that have blue hues towards the tips. She wears her long white hair on a long big braid that she carefully maintains. Her expression is one of confidence and curiosity as she travels the world to see it's mysteries and write them all in her traveling journals that she plans to one day go back home and publish.
She prefers to wear easy to move in clothing that some( especially uncultured prudes!) would consider revealing, however they are typically worn by many of the dancers from her homeland in the deserts where she grew up. Usually that means very revealing tops and bottoms, acompanied by varying additional overclothes made of often see through veil cloths. More often than notin her case they are in different shades of blue. In addition she's wears a number of exotic jewelry and decorations on herself.
With her on her travels, she brings a well worn traveling bag that houses all her possessions and her traveling journal. To the bottom of the bag is attached with tight straps a bedroll. With her she brings a scimitar, dagger and a light crossbow. Her main weapon of choice is the scimitar. As it pairs well with dancing.
Coming out to the Northern lands, she encountered the varying weathers for hte first time. In the deserts at night it could get pretty cool too, but the frosty snowy winters and late autumns were a thing that baffled her to no end at first. As such, she was forced to reevaluate her wardrobe in those regions. In these cases when the seasons and temperatures demand it, she's often wearing similarly to her usual blue hue traveling clothes of similar cut and make of her veil ones, but instead of transparent thin soft veil cloth, using thicker and more protective fabrics, she still usually wears it as revealingly as possible though and at warm taverns, would often change back to her usual getup if for nothing else but to dance.
She prefers to wear easy to move in clothing that some( especially uncultured prudes!) would consider revealing, however they are typically worn by many of the dancers from her homeland in the deserts where she grew up. Usually that means very revealing tops and bottoms, acompanied by varying additional overclothes made of often see through veil cloths. More often than notin her case they are in different shades of blue. In addition she's wears a number of exotic jewelry and decorations on herself.
With her on her travels, she brings a well worn traveling bag that houses all her possessions and her traveling journal. To the bottom of the bag is attached with tight straps a bedroll. With her she brings a scimitar, dagger and a light crossbow. Her main weapon of choice is the scimitar. As it pairs well with dancing.
Coming out to the Northern lands, she encountered the varying weathers for hte first time. In the deserts at night it could get pretty cool too, but the frosty snowy winters and late autumns were a thing that baffled her to no end at first. As such, she was forced to reevaluate her wardrobe in those regions. In these cases when the seasons and temperatures demand it, she's often wearing similarly to her usual blue hue traveling clothes of similar cut and make of her veil ones, but instead of transparent thin soft veil cloth, using thicker and more protective fabrics, she still usually wears it as revealingly as possible though and at warm taverns, would often change back to her usual getup if for nothing else but to dance.
Kosara is an orphan. She has no memory of her parents nor anybody in her life really. Her earliest memory is already aimlessly wandering the desert as a small child, delirious from starvation and thirst. She has seen the worst and after she was saved and lived on, she has also seen marvels and miracles. Both of mortal and divine make. Despite the horrors of her earliest part of her life, she was raised by a kind being that showed her the good in people, though it also showed her the bad and how to deal with that. Is Kosara a good person? Yes, she revels in helping others, meeting them, learning of their life, their history and making friends. Is she harmless? No, Kosara's well adept at defending herself and understands that both good and evil exist in the world and that sometimes you just have to pull out a blade and fight for survival. The harsh deserts have well engraved that lesson down to her very core, so has her Grandpa's teachings in how to smite evil.
Having been raised from early age by a Ki-Rin of all things, Kosara saw a lot of the desert that the Ki-rin lived in and looked after. He taught her morals, history, to read and to write. He was the kindest being she had ever met to that point and honestly since. He taught her kindness and as the Major parental figure in her life she grew up, striving to be just like him. Admittedly living with a Huge Horned Golden Grandpa Horse, is an experience that few can relate to. Needless to say, the Ki-rin also had her often live within one of the towns under his protection while he dealt with his usual Celstial tasks of smiting evil and the like. The place she lived at when not with her Grandpa Horny Golden Horse, was an inn at an Oasis town where every night there were exotic dancers entertaining weary travelers. Watching them so often and living among the dancers, she naturally picked up on the craft and got to really enjoy it. It is also what sparked her wanderlust as most nights, she'd meet travelers from far and distant lands, retelling stories and marvels they've seen along the way.
Having been raised from early age by a Ki-Rin of all things, Kosara saw a lot of the desert that the Ki-rin lived in and looked after. He taught her morals, history, to read and to write. He was the kindest being she had ever met to that point and honestly since. He taught her kindness and as the Major parental figure in her life she grew up, striving to be just like him. Admittedly living with a Huge Horned Golden Grandpa Horse, is an experience that few can relate to. Needless to say, the Ki-rin also had her often live within one of the towns under his protection while he dealt with his usual Celstial tasks of smiting evil and the like. The place she lived at when not with her Grandpa Horny Golden Horse, was an inn at an Oasis town where every night there were exotic dancers entertaining weary travelers. Watching them so often and living among the dancers, she naturally picked up on the craft and got to really enjoy it. It is also what sparked her wanderlust as most nights, she'd meet travelers from far and distant lands, retelling stories and marvels they've seen along the way.
Kosara origin is a bit of a mystery that is likely to never be discovered even by herself. Her earliest memory is that of endless sands as she was wandering starved and dehydrated in the desert. She was barely a 4 years old at the time give or take a few months or maybe a year as she doesn't exactly know her birthday or birth year. In her weakest and most vulnerable moment, she was saved by death and oblivion in the soft embrace of the sands by what she thought at the time to be a mirage. It was a huge golden scaled horned horse, what else was a child of that age supposed to think? Turned out it was a Ki-rin that lived in those deserts and he had decided to save her and helped raise the unusually colored tiefling child.
Since that fateful day, her life turn a turn for the better. The Ki-rin looked after her and cared for her like a grandfather of sorts. He was old and mentorly, but also kind and caring. The first time he broke through her shell of wariness, she called him' Grandpa Horny Golden Horse' since she didn't know his name and it kinda stuck. He never did tell her if he had another name and to this day, years later when she is already an adult, Kosara still calls him that affectionnally. When she grew up a little, the Ki-rin started to leave her in a Oasis town he protected when he was doing his duties. She grew up there in the care of a innkeeper that the Ki-rin had saved years ago. The place was a stopping point for travelers across the deserts. There were exotic dancers and other entertainers every day and every night. She grew up watching the nimble and dextrous dancers with their graceful movements that captivated the eye and mind and often times would politely ask the weary travelers to regail their stories and many did so for a curious child. Thus her life growing up was spent between living with the Ki-rin who taught and cared for her and living in the inn in the care of the inkeeper and his employees. Eventually she started to also help around the place when she was old enough and gradually moved on to oftentimes performing with the other dances. She actually lost her tail early on when she tried to do a sword dance as an untrained child. She was grounded for a long while and the Golden Grandpa Horse was very disappointed with her. She eventually had the entire rest of it removed so half a tail doesn't be in the way.
As she grew up and matured, the sensations of wanderlust only grew in her heart until she couldn't wait anymore. She had learned all she could for the time being from her Grandpa and as much as she loved dancing with the other girls in the inn, she wanted to go out there and see hte world! Grandpa had brought her to the ocean that bordered the desert, but she wanted to see beyond that too! The fabled snow covered Northern lands, the jungles beyond the oceans and even the seemingly endless fields of wheat that were apparently like sea of gold even more beautiful than the desert sands. One day after meeting with the Ki-rin, she told him she wanted to venture out on her own and see the world. He gave her his blessings and a promise to always be with her, if not by body then at least by mind and will. He wasn't really lying, seeing she had become a warlock tied to him. After a few days of talking and living like how she did as a child, she gathered her traveling bag, said goodbye to her Grandfather, did the same with her friends and sisters by all, but blood in the Inn and ventured out with the first merchant caravan heading towards the great ocean port cities.
Since that fateful day, her life turn a turn for the better. The Ki-rin looked after her and cared for her like a grandfather of sorts. He was old and mentorly, but also kind and caring. The first time he broke through her shell of wariness, she called him' Grandpa Horny Golden Horse' since she didn't know his name and it kinda stuck. He never did tell her if he had another name and to this day, years later when she is already an adult, Kosara still calls him that affectionnally. When she grew up a little, the Ki-rin started to leave her in a Oasis town he protected when he was doing his duties. She grew up there in the care of a innkeeper that the Ki-rin had saved years ago. The place was a stopping point for travelers across the deserts. There were exotic dancers and other entertainers every day and every night. She grew up watching the nimble and dextrous dancers with their graceful movements that captivated the eye and mind and often times would politely ask the weary travelers to regail their stories and many did so for a curious child. Thus her life growing up was spent between living with the Ki-rin who taught and cared for her and living in the inn in the care of the inkeeper and his employees. Eventually she started to also help around the place when she was old enough and gradually moved on to oftentimes performing with the other dances. She actually lost her tail early on when she tried to do a sword dance as an untrained child. She was grounded for a long while and the Golden Grandpa Horse was very disappointed with her. She eventually had the entire rest of it removed so half a tail doesn't be in the way.
As she grew up and matured, the sensations of wanderlust only grew in her heart until she couldn't wait anymore. She had learned all she could for the time being from her Grandpa and as much as she loved dancing with the other girls in the inn, she wanted to go out there and see hte world! Grandpa had brought her to the ocean that bordered the desert, but she wanted to see beyond that too! The fabled snow covered Northern lands, the jungles beyond the oceans and even the seemingly endless fields of wheat that were apparently like sea of gold even more beautiful than the desert sands. One day after meeting with the Ki-rin, she told him she wanted to venture out on her own and see the world. He gave her his blessings and a promise to always be with her, if not by body then at least by mind and will. He wasn't really lying, seeing she had become a warlock tied to him. After a few days of talking and living like how she did as a child, she gathered her traveling bag, said goodbye to her Grandfather, did the same with her friends and sisters by all, but blood in the Inn and ventured out with the first merchant caravan heading towards the great ocean port cities.
Grandpa Horny Golden Horse - a Ki-Rin that is also Kosara's patron. Kosara named him when she was a small child and came under his care in the desert and the name stuck. She grew up under his care and cares for him as true family would. He's a grandfatherly figure more than anything and he doesn't really hangs around much. He's after all busy with other grand Celestial or Patronly tasks.
Faceclaim( if one is that needed beside the picture): Gemma Arterton
Fun Fact - Grandpa Horny Golden Horse often times reaches to Kosara in messages through the use of winds and sands if he feels dramatic, forming the words from a pile of sand that's being blown away by the wind until only the message remains or by plain old messaging spells if he's just missing her. On occasion it's to give her a task or another to complete.
Fun Fact - Kosara's has trained as exotic dancer and it's part of the reason why she still wears the costumes and styles of it. She's proud of it, plus it makes stupid people do funny things around her. Despite losing her tail in stupid childishly stubborn attempt to imitate blade dancers, she still does it, having overcome the initial trauma of it.
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Fun Fact - Grandpa Horny Golden Horse often times reaches to Kosara in messages through the use of winds and sands if he feels dramatic, forming the words from a pile of sand that's being blown away by the wind until only the message remains or by plain old messaging spells if he's just missing her. On occasion it's to give her a task or another to complete.
Fun Fact - Kosara's has trained as exotic dancer and it's part of the reason why she still wears the costumes and styles of it. She's proud of it, plus it makes stupid people do funny things around her. Despite losing her tail in stupid childishly stubborn attempt to imitate blade dancers, she still does it, having overcome the initial trauma of it.
Likes:
- Dancing
- Music
- Blades
- Rainy days(she gets REALLY happy)
- GOLD
- Jewelry and shiny trinkets
- Traveling
- To explore strange new lands. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before!
Hobbies:
- Culture
- History
- Dancing
- Writing
Her main role in an adventuring party is being jolly, maintain morale, document all curios and people they come across and fire an inordinate amount of magical Eldrich(Celestial) blasts at enemies! Also backup melee support should the need arise and some magical healing. Making her have mainly roles in combat as damage dealer/healer hybrid with a bit of a social role on the side.