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Name: Rav Class: Barbarian Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 5'10" Weight: 9 stone Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue-grey Age: 17 years old Build: Svelte but ropey Stats(75 +1 Wis +2 Cha for being human) Str: 14 (+2) Dex: 16 (+3) Wis: 11 (/) Con: 15 (+2) Int: 10 (/) Cha: 12 (+1) Secondary stats: HP: 22 Anima: 5 Init: +3 Move: 8 Combat: Melee: +2 Range: +3 Magic: / Defenses: Armour: 10+3+2 = 15 (16 with Shield) Evasion: 13 Magic: 10 Res: 12 Languages: Common Tongue, Northerner Equipment: Leather & Hide Armour (+2AD) 5gp Longsword (1d8) 6gp Shield (+1AD) 3gp Dagger (1d4) 1gp Skills: Survival (Wilderness), Intimidate, Athletics, Stealth, Swimming, Climbing Rights & Wrongs: Rav believes in total freedom, even to the point of refusing to do her duty as daughter of the Chieftan. She also hates bullies and stands up for those who can't stand up for themselves, though she feels they should learn to stand up for themselves. Sins: Proud, Wrathful Virtues: Kind, Charitable Background: The daughter of the Chieftan of the Kethrian tribe, she was to be wed off to the son of the chief of the Lorashi tribe. She didn't like this idea at all. Aided by her brother, who always treated her like a little brother instead of a little sister, she stole off into the night, heading south with her weapons, her leather & hides and her freedom. Rav knows not what she left behind or what the consequences of her actions were, all she knows is that a world of adventure, free of duty, lays ahead of her, begging her to the take it by the throat and make it give her everything she could desire. Physically she is a slim hipped woman, with a dancers build that belies the actual predator she is. She is fast with her sword as well as her jest. She loves to drink, gamble and fight. But woe to any man who thinks she is some cheap harlot or mistakes her joviality for weakness. He dagger is faster than her sword and she carries a leather pouch that she claims holds the manhood of one who tried to force himself on her. [[File:Athala Barbarian Warrior by MitchFoust.jpg]] [[File:Sandahl Bergman - Conan (2).jpg]] [[File:Sandahlbergman.jpg]]
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