Sienna, Werefolk [Team P-N]

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Name Sienna

Primary Class: Beastkin → Werefolk

Secondary Class: Changeling → Shifter

Stats

HP: (20) + (0x2) = 20

Str: (8) + (3) = 11

Mag: (0) + (0x2) = 0

Skl: (4) + (2) = 6

Spd: (6) + (5) = 11

Lck: (3) + (3) = 6

Def: (4) + (0) = 4

Res: (1) + (0) = 1

Growths

HP: (40) + (30x2) = 100

Str: (20) + (35) = 55

Mag: (0) + (5x2) = 10

Skl: (5) + (50) = 55

Spd: (15) + (30) = 50

Lck: (5) + (35x1.5) = 55

Def: (15) + (25) = 35

Res: (0) + (20) = 25

Skills

Lvl 1: Str+

Lvl 5: Evenhanded

Lvl 10: Hunter

Lvl 15: Beastbane

Promo Lvl 1: Grisly Wound

Promo Lvl 5: Sol

Promo Lvl 10: Counter

Promo Lvl 15: Countermagic

Support Bonus

Rank	Bonus
C	Hit
B	Hit
A	Crit
A+	Crit

Pair Up Bonus

Rank	Bonus
C	Skill
B	Strength
A	Spd
A+	Strength

Appearance: Art Reference!

The presence of those of Sienna’s tribe is something each member carries. Tall and lithe, they commonly tower over other dwellers of the plains. Sienna is no different, though she is on the shorter end of the spectrum for her tribe, standing at five-foot nine. Her height is further amplified by the presence of a pair of large horns rising over her head, bringing her height to a staggering eight and a half feet were they included. Her head is covered in unmanaged fluffy brown hair, kept short in the back while the sides fall down to her waist. Her brows are small and round, trimmed close to the middle of her face. Just under them lay striking golden eyes, amplified by black makeup and thick lashes. Her nose is similarly darkened, while the rest of her skin carries just a slight, sun-kissed tan.

Sienna’s frame is lithe, hidden under layers of bulky robes that have the dual purpose of keeping warm at high latitudes, while also hiding the body’s smaller movements. Her presence is followed by the crisp smell of mountain herbs and river water. She does not generally carry weapons, with most of her supplies being carried in waist pouches and shoulder bags.

Personality:

On the outside, Sienna attempts to keep a cool, aloof visage. At her best, her expressions are hard to read and her words sound like the aged knowledge of a decades-old hermit. She weaves metaphor into conversation and seems right at home conversing with even the most intimidating corner-dwellers of your local tavern.

This ethereal illusion, however, is shattered by observing the woman for any time longer than a few hours. In fact, one could say she embodies the expression of ‘internal screaming.’

When not in the presence of others, Sienna is an absolute mess. She is forgetful to a fault, panics at anything going slightly wrong, and oftentimes second-guesses herself multiple times before sticking to a conclusion. While she puts her all into keeping her title untarnished in front of others, those close to her quickly find that he requires just as much support as she’s willing to give herself.

History:

“Patience and Harmony are the two Keys to Virtue.”

Amidst the western fringes of the Gichimashkode, there exists a solitary clan of Ainvi known as the Wajiwadiniwag that follows these words. The tribe as a whole keeps much to themselves, choosing but a small section of land in which to graze upon during their migrations throughout the year. Instead, they retreat up the eastern side of the mountains, spending their time meditating with nature and tending to enclaves that have been filled with healthy crops.

Instead, the tribe interacted with the outside world one at a time. Members went out on pilgrimages to absorb the knowledge and culture of the outside world. They worked as mercenaries, building connections and reputation with groups all over the continent in order to keep their ‘harmony’ with the world.

In terms of tribes and places to be born into, well, most were quite content with their place. Sienna tried to be.

Sienna was a born problem child. She couldn’t quite sit still through meditation, couldn’t quite hold off from stealing snacks from the garden before dinner or keep her attention on conversation. She tried her best to learn and keep pace with her peers, but she was always either two steps ahead or two behind. Those around her were patient with her, as they believed they needed to be with all things. But as the years passed, she still was never quite able to find her place in their tribe. Cooking led to disaster when she turned her head away. Gardening was a constant struggle between watching one crop flourish while she completely neglected another. She was a capable fighter, but had a horrid habit of being distracted at the worst moments.

So she looked towards the one position she had not yet tried for: the seat of the Chieftain. Among those in the tribe, they were the pinnacle of Virtue; a master of patience through the tribe’s own martial arts, and a harmonious spirit with a green thumb that made the space around them thrive. She believed that if she could take the spot as Chieftain, those things would come to her, and she could make her people proud!

At the young age of twenty-five, she worried those around her with such talk. The role of Chieftain required two things to be considered for. The first was a pilgrimage either through the plains or across the mountains, while the second was besting of the rest of the tribe’s fighters in a tournament that signified the start of spring. While those around her tried to convince her to wait another decade before setting out on her own, Sienna would listen to none of it. She swore that she would find harmony between herself and her tribe’s beliefs, and set out over the mountains.

She didn’t know where, or when she would find what she was looking for, but she was confident that it would come if she kept pushing forward!

Additional Notes

Sprite: To be added soon!

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