True Name: Treya
Alignment: Unprincipled / Anarchist
Hit Points: 23 S.D.C. (Physical): 58
Attributes: I.Q.: 15, M.E.: 10, M.A.: 12, P.S.: 21 (+6), P.P.: 20 (+3), P.E.: 17 (+5%/+1), P.B.: 17 (35%), Spd.: 17
Weight: 138 lbs (62.6 kg) Height: 5 feet 8 inch (1.72 meters)
Age: 17 years Race: Human Sex: Female P.P.E.: 6
Most would consider Treya on the callous side. She cares mostly about herself and will not normally help anyone without a personal motive, usually payment. She also believes that virtually no one will do anything for someone one without some kind of motive. She also believes that most people will take advantage of anyone if they are given the chance. She also believes that the only way a person can succeed is through their own drive and not to depend on others. She is not evil or malicious and does not enjoy harming or causing pain to others. Still, she is not likely to come to the help of others unless she has something to gain. She will help a teammate because she sees it as contract which the team made with each other.
O.C.C.: Mercenary Fighter Experience Level: First (1)
Combat Skill: Hand to Hand; Expert and Boxing
Attacks per Melee: Five (5)
Bonuses, Combat: Critical Strike: Natural 20 Knock Out: Natural 20 Bonuses: Damage: +6, Strike: +3, Parry: +5, Dodge: +5, Roll: +5, Pull Punch: +4
Bonus; Save: Lethal Poison  +1, Non-Lethal Poison  +1, Harmful Drugs  +1, Insanity  +0, Psionics  +0, Magic  +1, Horror Factor +1
Psionics: Minor, I.S.P.: 34 Additional Per Level: +1D6 I.S.P. Psionic Abilities Known: Healing: Bio-Regeneration (Self) (6), Resist Fatigue (4)
O. C. C. Skills: Physical: Athletics (General), Climb / Scale Walls (+10%) 50%, Hand to Hand (Expert), Technical: Language: Eastern (Native) 98%, Language: Elven (Dragonese) (+10%) 50%, Gobblely (+10%) 50%, Weapon Proficiencies: Archery - Crossbow (+0 [+3] to Strike, +1 [+6] to Parry, 2 Shots per melee), Shield (+0 [+3] to strike, +1 [+6] to parry), Sword (+1 [+4] to strike, +0 [+5] to parry), Paired Weapons - Sword & Shield, Wilderness: Wilderness Survival (+10%) 40%
O. C. C. Related Skills: Espionage: Detect Ambush (+5%) 35%, Disguise (+5%) 30%, Intelligence (+5%) 37%, Horsemanship: Horsemanship: General (Recognize Breed and Quality: 35%, Raise/ Breed Horses: 20%, Horse Combat: Parry/Dodge [Rider]: +1, Damage Bonus (Rider): +1D4), Medical: First Aid 30%, Military: Field Armorer (+5%) 35%, Recognize Weapon Quality (+5%) 30, Technical: Literacy: Eastern (Native) (+10%) 40%, Lore: Demon and Monster (+10%) 35%, Wilderness: Land Navigation 30%
Secondary Skills: Physical: Body Building, Boxing, Wrestling, Rogue: Prowl 25%
Background (Serf / Peasant Farmer) Skills: Domestic: Sew (+5%) 30%, Medical: Animal Husbandry (+5%) 40%, Wilderness: Identify Plants and Fruit (+4%) 29%, Preserve Food (+4%) 39%
Treya is a tall slim woman with ripcord muscles and is stronger than she appears. She has slim hips and relatively small breast. She has straight dirty blond hair which hangs down to her waist when it hangs free. She usually pins it up to prevent it from being grabbed. Her eyes are brown and her skin is a medium Caucasian. She has a sharp nose and a sharp chin which gives her a bit of an exotic appearance. While not a classic beauty, she is still quite attractive.
She normally wears studded leather armor with is patched and slightly frayed. Still, the armor is in good shape. She prefers leather armor over heavier armors due to it being less restrictive. Under her leather armor, she normally wears a soft linen tunic. She also normally wears high soft boots which come almost up to her hips. On the right boot, she carries a bone handled single dagger. On her waste, she wears a wide belt which she carries her long sword to the left side.
Non-Magical Weapons of Note:
Batardeau: Weight: .90 lbs (.4 kg) Length: 1.0 feet (.3 meters), Damage: 1D6 (1D6 + 6 Including Strength)
Long Sword: Weight: 3.3 lbs (1.5 kg) Length: 3 ft (0.9 m), It is of the highest quality by human construction (From Palladium Weapons Compendium); +2 to Parry, +1 to strike, +1 to strike when thrown, and +2 to initiative. Damage: 2D6 (2D6 + 6 Including Strength)
Small Sword Shield: Weight: 5.5 lbs (2.5 kg), Damage: 1D4 (1D4 + 6 Including Strength)
Medium Crossbow (Goats Foot): Weight: 8.4 lbs (4 kg), Designed for her strength. Can be used while mounted, Damage: 2D6 (2D6 + 6 Including Strength), Maximum Possible Range: 902 feet (275 meters), Bolts: 20 Normal Bolts.
Armor of Note: Studded Leather: A.R.: 13 S.D.C.: 38 Weight: 20 lbs Cost: 200 gold
Clothing: 2 Sets of Travel Clothing, Boots, Gloves, and Leather Belt.
Containers: Backpack, 2 Large Sacks, 2 Small Sacks, waterskin (1 gallon), Quiver (20 Bolt Capacity), Sword Scabbard, Dagger Sheath.
Field Equipment: Bedroll, Sharpening Stone, Wooden Spoon
Provisions: 2 weeks Trail Rations
Miscellaneous: Birth Herbs, Wooden Comb, Soap.
Jewelry, Gems, and Valuables: 200 Gold
My name is Treya. Like many who are born of serf stock, I have no given family name. As far as I know, my grandparents where serfs and my great grandparents were serf farmers as well. I can no longer tell you exactly where my farm was but I believe it is near the western border of the Eastern Territory. Many would call my family the 'Salt of the Earth.' I had eleven brothers and sisters but many of them died young and I was the youngest child who survived. When I left home, I had two older brothers and two older sisters still living. I do not know how many survive today. Disease killed several of them along with my mother when I was around nine or ten years old. My oldest brother was killed in a raid by bandits from accorss the border. We were often hungry but were not starved. As a child, I was always different than the kids around me. I did not dream of being a wife but used to go out exploring and pretending to be a great warrior. I carved a stick into a wooden sword and used it to slay imaginary foes. It got so bad that my father would not let me hear story tellers or bards.
I was an attractive child growing up or so I was told. Unusual for being born of serf stock, I have blond hair. Virtually everyone where I grew up had brown hair. I know that I do not compare to the beauties in the courts or the daughters of wealthy merchants, but my looks were enough to attract the attention of the other farmers. As well, I attracted the attention of my fathers landlord. I don't really know if he was a true noble or just that he owned a bunch of land but we knew him as Lord Kripa. Much of our crop went to him every year even if we went hungry. Still he always complained about our poor payment and threatened to kick us off of his land. He seemed to eat very well and was extremely fat. In addition to my family, he had a couple of dozen other serf families under his dominion. Soon after I became a women, probably about thirteen years old, he offered my father a large gift in return for me as his wife. He offered ownership of the land my father worked, several sheep, and a handful of coins in return for me. Now that I look back, it was probably less than ten gold but it seemed to be a fortune at the time. I heard later that he had already been married three times previously and that each of his previous wives had died in childbirth. Rumor is also that the other large land owners had already rejected his offers of marriage to their daughters due to his reputation for killing his wives in childbirth and for foul treatment besides that. Because of this, he was forced to look at the lower classes for his wives.
All I knew at the time was that my father told me I was going to live in luxury and honor the family. I was given a new dress for the first time in my life. It was another gift from my future husband and I was told by my father and several girls in the community how gorgeous it was. Look back, I realize it was quite plain compared to the outfits I have seen worn by the wives and daughters of prosperous merchants. I remember my wrists being bound to his by a gold cord wrapped by an old priest who smelled strongly of beer. My father formally said the words which bound me to his fat landlord. I barely knew what was going on and found myself in his private chambers. There, he raped me. I know the difference between having sex and rape. He was probably over three hundred pounds and about six feet tall. I had not gone through my growth spurt and was probably still under five feet tall and weighed only a fraction of what he did. It felt like he was crushing me. When I could breath again, I resolved that I would run away. It took me several days to recover but as soon as I could walk, I escaped. While I was recovering, I was cared for by his servants and I pretended to sleep several times while they checked on me. They tended to talk a lot while in the room. I found that he had treated other women the same way. I also heard stories about how his previous wives died and why the other land owners were unwilling to allow him to marry their daughters. When I ran away, I took what I thought was a small fortune in coins but it was probably only around forty gold total.
The money did not last long, I found out prices were much higher than I though. I probably ran out of money by the time I passed through a half a dozen major towns. I then had to do whatever I could to support myself. I am fairly capable at sewing and was able to support myself through mending and cleaning. Other times, I had to perform other services. While I am not proud of needing to do that, I had to survive somehow. As well, most of the men treated me more gently than Lord Kripa. I refuse to consider him my husband and I was apparently able to escape any pursuit. It is also possible that he could not afford to hire anyone to go after me. After several months on the road, I wound up as a camp follower with the mercenary company "Grey Wolves." For those who do not know what camp followers are, they are a group of people who follow armies and mercenary companies and provide various services. People who provide services include cooks, washerwomen, tailors and seamstresses, blacksmiths, healers, and of course, whores. I did mostly cleaning and sewing but had to perform less savory services on occasion. Luckily, a healer taught me what I could call the facts of life and also showed me techniques and herbs to prevent pregnancy. I remember watching the mercenary fighters training and wished I could become one. I knew many mercenaries die in battle but I saw it as a way of getting control of my life. Several of the people in the camp followers were disabled fighters themselves. When I learned of this, I begged several of them to teach me how to fight so that I could become a mercenary myself. It took much persuading but I was eventually able to get several of them to teach me the ways of the sword. I also learned how to fight without a weapon using just my fists and how to wrestle. I was fairly strong for a girl of my size but started lifting weights to make myself. Around the same time, I had my growth spurt and ended up being taller than most of the other women in the camps. One of the men, who had lost both an arm and eye, insisted that I learn how to read and write or he would not teach me anything else. I did not see the point at the time but the skill has come in handy many times. Stories around the camp indicated that he had been a squire before his knight fell out of favor and was good friends with the captain of the company. He also told me that he did not expect me to remain with the company forever and that I would someday wish to strike out on my own.
He told me one day that he had talked to the Captain of the Company and that the Captain wished to see me. I knew that new recruits would generally see one of the Lieutenants when attempting to join and I did not think I was ready to join. I would say that I had been in the camp for about two years by this time and I had only seen the Captain from afar. He seemed to be virtually a god to me and that afternoon I was in front of him. The Captain told me that his old friend had requested that I was given a chance. He then asked what skills I had which I uld contribute to the company. I told him that I could sew well, preserve food, identify most plants and fruits, and that I could read and write reasonably well. He nodded his head and then dashed my hopes with the comment "If you are accepted, you have much to learn." I found myself pitted against a huge sergeant and preceded to whip the hell out of me. He was incredibly fast as well as extremely strong. I thought I had washed out but apparently I did well enough to pass. I found out later that virtually no one could beat him and that he did that to all new recruits. Even though I had bruises on half my body, I was never happier than that night when I was accepted as a mercenary fighter in the Grey Wolves. The company was not particularly wealthy and all the gear I was given was well used although in good shape. Much of it came from warriors who had been killed with no one to inherit it. I had to learn how to repair my own equipment because replacements were rare. The Captain was fair for the most part but expected everybody to do their part. The same sergeant who beat the hell out of me continued my training in the sword. As well, I was taught other skills I would need. These included basic first aid, detecting ambushes, wilderness skills, about common monsters, and a host of other skills. I sometimes acted as a scout or messenger and learned to ride a horse as a result. Through the healer who taught me how to care for myself, I learned that I was a minor psychic and could heal myself through concentration. While I did not have to perform other services, I did occasionally enjoy the company of men. Unlike in the camp where over half of the people were women, only a small fraction of the company were female. While with the company, I fought in about half a dozen good sized battles.
I was beginning to consider leaving the company to strike out on my own when the company was ambushed and destroyed. I was able to fight my way out of the ambush but all of the officers, including the Captain, and most of the sergeants were killed. There was nobody left to hold the company together and the survivors simply drifted apart. Since the disintegration of the company, I have done a variety of jobs both independently and with small groups. I escorted several caravans in the Timero Kingdom near the old borders of the Old Kingdom and in one was able to capture a high quality long sword from a bandit. As well, I worked as a bodyguard for a wealthy female merchant when another merchant was attempting to kill her to take over her business.
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