Jenipher

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Jenipher
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Feline - Siberian Tiger
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Age: 28
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 1.7m
  • Weight: Average
  • Complexion: Short striped fur
  • Hair: Long, crimson red, hair. Often pulled into a bun, held in place with two steel spikes.
  • Eyes: Sapphire Blue
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous - Favors Right
  • Scars: Over right ear, onto cheek
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Subdued, loyal, kind
  • Mannerisms: Difficult to earn trust, though she will never violate others; Slightly jumpy; Constantly scanning her surroundings
  • Likes: Hot Teas, warm night rains
  • Dislikes: Liars

• Classic D&D Stats

  STR	11	INT	13
  DEX	18	WIS	15
  CON	12	CHA	8

• S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Stats

  Strength	7
  Perception	10
  Endurance	7
  Charisma	4
  Inteligence	9
  Agility	10
  Luck	6

• Description

  [D&D stats are on a 1-25 scale with 10 being average]
  [More coming soon]
  A young tigress passes by in near silence, her every step like a graceful dance, her motions that of a well trained warrior. Orphaned at a young age the young woman was taken in by her uncles mercenary clan. There she was trained in both ancient and modern combat. Her lithe but toned body, always adorned in loose fitting clothing, most often skirts, with high slits allowing access to weapons she kept hidden away, her long crimson hair pulled into a sloppy bun held together with a pair of slender silver spikes.

• Background

  Orphaned at a very young age Jenipher was taken in by her uncle's mercenary clan and trained to be a warrior, specializing in the fine arts of assassination. As she grew older and more skilled the tigress began looking into the death of her parents, finding answers that she had hoped to never learn. Her parents were murdered, in a signature matching that of the clan who was training her. Upon further investigation, Jenipher learned that her uncle had personally sanctioned the death of his brothers, including Jen's father. When the assassin moved to attack, her mother defended him, causing her own death as well. The assassin, being unwilling to leave a small child behind, took the young cub with him as he fled.
  At 25, having learned the dark truth of her past, Jen decided it was time to move on from the clan. In the darkest hour of the darkest night she would slide out of bed, using the training the clan had given her against them she quietly slinked from tent to tent, taking various pieces of equipment, and valuables she thought she might need, packing her belongings into a satchel she made her way out into the night, never to return, unsure if she would be hunted for her desertion and theft.
  Now after 3 years on the move, Jen continues to hone her skill as a fighter and survivor, offering her services in exchange for shelter and supplies to save money. She is ready to settle down, sure that the clan is no longer hunting her. Despite her seclusion the tigress walks tall, her supplies now spread into two satchels, each one tied to the end of a 6.5 meter long bo staff, the staff slung over her shoulder. She wanders from town to town, looking for one she may finally be able to call home...

• Equipment

  Money	9 Gold, 4 Silver, small handful of fine gems - Metals carried in small bars she molded herself
  Clothing	Several outfits of custom made tops and skirts, cloth wraps on each ankle and wrist
  Armour	Metal rods tucked into the cloth wrappin on her ankles and feet, 2 rods on each of the 4 major sides