Since I really enjoy reading other characters I post mine hoping others also enjoy this. I’ve translated her into English. Because I’m german there may be many errors (grammar, wording and content). There are more information about Sofia, her family and her mentor, but I want to keep it readable. Her true father is an ingame-plot, but his identity remains hidden so far (our GM thought it would be nice to implement it in the game – I still have no idea about him). Sadly we haven’t played since half a year, so I don’t know if we’ll ever play this game again.
Sofia is a young woman of 20 years. She tops most of the people since she is 1.95 meters tall. Although she is tall, weighing 99 kilograms, she looks rather athletic and muscular than skinny. She has a straight but not stiff bearing.
Her reddish to reddishly blond hairs lay till her shoulders and are properly combed. It seems that her haircut is something in between good-looking and combat-suitability. Almost emerald-green eyes complete her nice although not beautiful face (Appearance 6). Her lips are fine and show a real nice smile which can mostly be seen, when she’s looking at playing children. At these moments her eyes are sparkling of joy. There are times she seems to look at something other people can’t see. But maybe she’s just daydreaming.
She has a fine and quiet voice which sounds calm and smooth. But there are times she raises her voice and then it reaches a great distance. You can see that she is familiar in giving and following orders. Her whole manner inspires confidence. In the way she behaves there’s something that most people are more open-minded and less reluctant that other times they meet strangers (Charm).
Her body is well-groomed. She is an extraordinary warrior since she has no apparent scars – not even sword calluses. The only special mark is a birth mark in form of a horse on her right shoulder blade. It’s probably a freak of nature.
Her equipment and her clothes are fitting like a second skin. Everything seems to be tailor-made for her. The only jewelry she’s wearing is a small and simple necklace with a cross made of silver. It’s a keepsake of her mother. She proudly wears the sign of Tol Rauko on her shield and the back of her cloak.
Sofia grew up without a father as a daughter of an innkeeper. Her mother Anabelle Weisz never told her who he was. The inn was in a small and unimportant village named Corba in Helenia. Her stepfather Marek Rudy was the blacksmith of this village. She had a half-brother named Andrzej, who was seven years younger.
She was always tall. A twelve year old girl, rather skinny and awkward-looking girl naturally got bullied. But this was only the casual teasing children used to do. She had a very good childhood. She had to help in the inn, of course, but the work was not that much. There weren’t much traveller and the few visiting the inn only stayed for a night. The rest of the time she secretly watched her stepfather taking care of the horse shoes of the beasts. It was forbidden to help, because her stepfather didn’t like it to have a girl in the forge. Her mother never said anything regarding this issue.
The rest of the day she spent with rollicking and day-dreaming. Since she never met her real father she pictured him in her thoughts. In her mind he was a gigantic and strong man. Wearing a shiny armor he rode on a white horse all over the world fighting evil. He was friendly and helpful to the poor. He rescued damsels in distresses and other romantic things a young girl could dream of.
She was a young girl when she recognized that she could see things others couldn’t. Talking to her mother about the “Little Wind-Creatures” playing on the street, Anabelle thought this was only Sofia’s fantasy. But since Sofia didn’t stop talking about her playmates her mother became annoyed and talked with her husband. The following beating Sofia received taught her never to mention them again.
Sofia was ten years old when her stepfather died because of pneumonia. She felt kind of sad, not strongly – he wasn’t her real father more like a strict acquaintance. Her mother tried not to show her grieve before her children. But Sofia heard her sobbing in the night. She never told her younger brother – he was too young, anyway. But on this day she swore she would help her mother as good as she could. She never tried to sneak away anymore when she was supposed to help. Anabelle recognized this but never asked her daughter about the change of spirit.
Sofia always was a tough girl. Bruised knees, scratched legs and hands never took long to heal. In fact they healed faster than the scratches her acquaintances had. But nobody ever thought it strange – at least Sofia herself. It was just the way it was. The day her mother was very ill and had to stay in the bed – a luxury she couldn’t afford – Sofia took care about the household. Cooking a chicken broth she cut herself deep in the finger. She was right on the way to her mother – crying for pain and shock – as she remembered that her mother was ill and couldn’t likely help her. Sobbing she returned to the kitchen, wrapped some cloth around her finger and finished cutting the vegetables and making the soup. At the next morning there wasn’t a cut anymore. If it wasn’t for the bloodstained cloth there would be no evidence that the knife had tasted blood. In the year 982, Sofia was twelve years old, the war came to Corba. Without any strategic or political importance it became victim of soldier’s greed. There was plundering, burning of houses and slaughtering the inhabitants. Anabelle hid her two children but was caught herself on the way to her own hideout. She was raped and killed afterwards. Sofia was in shock and wasn’t able to breath, walk or make any noise. This probably saved her life. Her younger brother began to cry and ran to the body of his mother. A casual hit with a mace stroke him down. Then the soldiers left the remains of the village. Sofia staggered through the smoldering ruins of the former inn taking her mother’s small necklace. Without any clear thought she wandered through the village. The shock, the loss of her family, the smoking ruins – a dirty skinny girl covered with ash staggering around. Then her sight faded.
Intimidated. Helpless. That was the way she felt. Her first memories of the room she became awake were a barren room made of stone. She still had the smell of burned wood in her nose although there was no fire to see. She was alone in the room. A simple curtain hid what was outside. Every time she heart steps she closed her eyes pretending to be unconscious or asleep. As soon as she could be sure she was alone she reopened carefully her eyes. There was food and water brought to her bed. Her injuries were tended. Why would anybody treat her like this?
“Playing unconscious” continued for two more days. Then a deep voice of a man told her to stop playing dead and look to him. Scared to death and almost crying she opened her eyes. She never knew why she followed these instructions. The look at the man told her, that he had to be about 40 years old and a well-groomed appearance. Although he wore simple clothing there was something special about him. His whole behavior was something Sofia never had seen. He was sitting on the side of her bed. And although he was tall and muscular his presence wasn’t threatening. He said his name was Johann Luminos and asked her about hers. She told him shy. He smiled and ensured her she didn’t have to be afraid anymore. He wouldn’t allow anybody to harm her. There was something about the way he talked and looked at her that she felt confident and believed in his words. Then he stood up and left the room. At the doorway he looked at her once again.
It took some days till Sofia was allowed to leave her room. But she stood up and looked through the window. She was in a house a little apart from a small village. It seemed to be a house of an at least well-situated owner. But she never found out who the owner was. The day her rescuer and she left her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Johann wore a shiny armor and rode a white horse. She felt like in one of her dreams and secretly thought of him as his father who came back to take her with him. Everything would become alright. During the following days her shyness faded away and asked about him. With a lot of patience he answered most of them. But some questions he didn’t said anything else but: “You’ll find out, when the time is right.”
Johann hadn’t any family of his own. He said it wouldn’t be fair for them, since he is on the road most of the time. So he likely wouldn’t be a good husband and father. And god made him this way. So it would be his responsibility to act like this. He lived on his own principle: “ Be courageous when facing your enemies. Be brave and honest so god may love you. Always tell the truth even when it means your death. Protect the defenseless.” Sofia took the principles and made them her own.
At first she only helped in the kitchen, cleaned the equipment of others and learned to tend smaller injuries. Lower services but she completed them without complaint eager to please Johann. All she wanted to make him proud of her. She followed his orders without questioning them. She asked questions out of curiosity, of course. It didn’t tool long and she slipped out that she could see strange things and creatures. But in contrast to her mother who hadn’t believed her he only nod and told her that she was blessed.
She was a pupil true to Johann’s teachings. It surprised her that she learned handling a sword without many difficulties. It seemed she was born to hold a sword. Johann took care to give her a proper weapons training. The years passed by. And although Johann was on the road while she stayed in an outpost of Tol Rauko there were times they could meet. They formed a hearty quasi father and daughter relationship. She never sought a boyfriend in one of her comrades. Full of idealism, childish maybe blinded by Johann’s example she wanted to be like him. It was the time she gave herself a new name. She adopted the name Corba so that she would always remember and honor not only her family but her whole village and the harm it suffered.
The years flew by and Sofia became promoted step by step. As a former innkeeper’s daughter without any fortune she led half a hundred cavalry. Sure she mostly stood aside and rather kept other people out of harm’s way than to deal with the problem by herself. But her duty wasn’t less important. Filled with proud she travelled the land wherever she was sent. And in the back of her mind there was always the thought that she finally could protect the weak and fight injustice. On the spare occasions she was allowed to accompany Johann on his travels. If it became dangerous he ordered her to stay where it was safe. But her awareness of the supernatural was a tool he knew to use. So she enjoyed riding with him. Once he took her to a social party. He even bought her an expensive dress. And although she didn’t know any ball dances she managed not to embarrass herself and more important Johann.
There are times Sofia can’t believe how different her life became. As a Member of Tol Rauko she belongs to a privileged group of people. But she didn’t become spoiled and still does know what it means to suffer privations. But she also knows who nice it is to be able to buy herself a wonderful dress – and wear it, of course.
It hasn’t been long ago since her mentor died. The message of his death hit her real hard. She had never believed such a strong and kind man could ever been defeated. At first she demanded to know und what circumstances he died and who was responsible. But as soon as she regained control over her rage the only question she wanted to have answered was: “Is this death a death Johann would appreciate as a good one?” The rest of the day she stayed in her small room in mourning. From time to time you can see the loss in her eyes. But there’s no sign of rage or grief anymore. Her facial expression shows determination but not grimness. All she wants to do is to live by the standard her patron Johann lived.
Name: Sofia Corba Class: Paladin Level: 4 Age: 20 Gender: female Race: human (Aion) Hair: reddishly blond Eyes: green Height: 6’ 5” Weight: 210 lbs Appearance: 6
Build: 60 points distribution-system (+1 Power bought at Level 4) Agility: 8 Constitution: 10 Dexterity: 8 Strength: 9 Intelligence: 5 Perception: 5 Power: 10 Willpower: 5
Fatigue: 10 Movement: (6) 8 Life Points: 235 Mental Health: 80 Threshold to Madness: 20 Zeon: 135 Gnosis: 10 Elan: unknown (GM keeps eyes on them) Regeneration: Ups I lost my notes -> 8 iirc
Bravery: 11 | Honor: 7 | Cowardice: 0 | Infamy: 0 | Talent: 0
Advantages: Charm (1) Eternal Blood (1+1 for negating Level adjustment) Hard to Kill (1) (bought at Level 2 instead of trait) Heritage: Helenia (for free – some Skill-bonuses) Regeneration (2) See Supernatural (1) = 7 (6 + 1 bought at Level 2)
Disadvantages: Code of Conduct (1) Easily Possessed (1) Suspectible to Magic (1) =3
Free Weapon skill = Long Bow
Level 1: (we use the Core Excet-changes regarding skill bonus) Natural Skill = Feat of Strength + Leadership Composure + 10 instead of Banish (Paladin-class) Skill +10 = Ride, Composure, Notice, History + Tactics
Level 2: No Trait instead Advantage “Hard to Kill” Natural Skill = Feat of Strength + Style Composure + 10 instead of Banish (Paladin-class) Skill +10 = Ride, Composure, Notice, History + Tactics
Level 3: Natural Skill = Feat of Strength + Leadership Composure + 10 instead of Banish (Paladin-class) Skill +10 = Ride, Composure, Notice, History + Tactics
Level 4: Trait: Power +1 =10 Natural Skill = Feat of Strength + Style Composure + 10 instead of Banish (Paladin-class) Skill +10 = Ride, Composure, Notice, History + Tactics
DP-Distribution: 900 DP -> 540 DP (=60%) Combat Abilities + 360 DP (=40%) Non-Combat Abilities
200 DP = 100 Attack 250 DP = 125 Block 0 DP = 0 Martial Knowledge 0 = 0 Ki 40 DP = 20 Wear Armor 50 DP = Knight Module = 540 DP
10 DP = 5 Athleticism 10 DP = 5 Climb 10 DP = 5 Jump 10 DP = 5 Ride 10 DP = 5 Swim 10 DP = 5 Composure 10 DP = 5 Feats of Strength 60 DP = 60 Withstand Pain 10 DP = 5 Notice 10 DP = 5 Search 10 DP = 5 Animals (Specialization: Horse) 10 DP = 5 Herbal Lore 10 DP = 5 History 10 DP = 5 Law 10 DP = 5 Occult 10 DP = 5 Tactics 5 DP = 5 Etiquette 5 DP = 5 Intimidate 15 DP = 15 Leadership 70 DP = 70 Persuasion 35 DP = 35 Style 10 DP = 5 Dance (Specialization: Ballroom) 5 DP = Housewivery (Invention of our GM) 5DP = 5 Banish = 360 DP
Martial Knowledge: 80 40 Use of Ki 40 free (our GM wanted it to develop slowly and uses the Dominus Excet-table-> currently trying to concentrate the KI in her body for Presence Extrusion and Aura Extension)
Final Values: Attack: 110 (Longsword) | Damage: 60 (Longsword) -> She almost never uses other weapons. Block: 155 + 25 (Shield +5) | Dodge: 10 -> She blocks everything out of habit (it’s **** hurting to try this with magical attacks, but that’s some kind of reflex) Wear Armor: 70 | AT: 4/3/2/3/2/2/0 + 2/2/1/1/1/1/0 (Partial Plate + Circlet) Initiative: 60
Resistances: Base Resistance: 45 | Physical: 60 (+ 80 special) | Disease: 60 | Poison: 60 | Magic: 60 (/2 -50 special) | Psychic: 45 (-50 special)
Athleticism: 25 | Climb: 25 | Jump: 15 | Ride: 75 | Swim: 25 Composure: 85 | Feat of Strength: 55 | Withstand Pain: 100 Notice: 55 | Search: 5 Animals (Specialization: Horse): 55 | Herbal Lore: 15 | History: 45 | Law: 5 | Occult: 5 | Tactics: 45 Etiquette: 5 | Intimidate: 5 | Leadership: 100 | Persuasion: 70 | Style: 100 Dance (Specialization: Ballroom) 55 Housewivery : 5 Banish: 20
I know I'm on the losing side fighting supernatural. I'm planing to develop more KI-Abilities and finally the technique I've posted here a long time ago. But the whole thing is a very slow process (learning table in DE used). Luckily this isn't a single player game and the rest of the group is quiet capable of dealing with strange creatures and enemies. In addition we rarely fight in our games.