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[color=darkorchid]Name:[/color] Teremity
[color=darkorchid]Age:[/color] 25
[color=darkorchid]Gender:[/color] Female
[color=darkorchid]Race:[/color] Tiefling

[color=darkorchid]Appearance:[/color] Temerity is taller than many of the people she comes across, standing at about 6'2" or even more if you count her horns. Her species is made obvious by the aforementioned horns, red eyes and blue skin marking her out as one of the half-demons. Her hair is left to run freely down to her back, bangs sometimes obscuring part of her face. Well-built and broad-shouldered her powerful arms are usually left bare to show off her muscles.

The traditional robes of her old order have been modified to suit her wants and needs, quilted padding added to the inner lining to give extra protection from attacks and a hood with holes for her horns sewn on to ward off inclement weather. Bronze vambraces and greaves allow her to deflect blows without weighing her down too much. As a final rejection of her vow of poverty Temerity adorns herself with gold and silver jewelry, piercings in her nose, ears and the spade of her tail and thin chains connecting her horns. They draw the eye to her and what she is, forcing people to be aware of her presence. New pieces are added as she picks up trophies from fights. 

[color=darkorchid]Favored Alignment Major and Minor Focuses: Major Focus:[/color] Chaotic
Minor Focus: Neutral

[color=darkorchid]Favored Class Archetype Major and Minor Focuses:[/color] Major Archetype: Skirmisher
Minor Archetype: Divine Magic

[color=darkorchid]Equipment:[/color] 
-Steel tonfa
-Kusarigama
-Meditation mat
-Robes and armor
-Cestus with silver plates over the knuckles
-Pack with tinderbox, oil, hooded lamp, rope, a waterskin and a whet stone
-Gaming sets with cards and dice
-Woolen greatcoat
-Stiletto hidden in sleeve
 

[color=darkorchid]Signature Techniques:[/color] -Styles: While familiar with others Teremity usually uses two. Viper's Fang focuses on precise strikes to vital areas to cripple foes, while Tiger's Fury focuses on overwhelming their defense with an unrelenting furry of brutal blows. Teremity switches between them as needed, flowing from one to the next and back again to keep the enemy guessing.
-Breakpoint: Channeling her ki into a single strike Temerity can damage or disable equipment by letting energy overwhelm minute imperfections, snapping swords shattering armor and breaking through doors.
-Ki Strike: Lashing out at the enemy with the very universe as her weapon. A blast of solid light leaps from her palm and slams into the target, crushing bones and burning flesh.
-Preternatural Speed: Temerity doesn't rely on the heavy plate mail of a knight but the agility and reflexes of a seasoned martial artist Temerity is capable of dodging attacks and closing distances almost faster than the eye can see. Bounding off walls and sliding between legs the tiefling uses the battlefield to her advantage.
-Dragon's Balance: Her favorite and the newest of all the forms she knows, this style is Temerity's own creation. Allowing her ki to diffuse through her body and spirit Temerity nearly becomes one with universe. Much faster and more powerful than she already is she appears as a whirlwind of limbs and energy blasts moving fluidly from enemy to the next, eyes and horns glowing a pale green. Using this style allows her to perceive “rips” in the universe, teleporting up to fifty feet away. This style takes an extreme toll on her, leaving her drained and vulnerable once it's finished.

[color=darkorchid]History:[/color] You'd have to be pretty unlucky to be born a tiefling, or to be abandoned at birth. Some particularly ill-fated children end up being both. Temerity was one of those cursed few, a red-eyed demon child left on the steps of a monastery with nothing more than a blanket and a piece of paper with her name on it. She was brought in the monks and cared for, another lost lamb to raise as part of their flock. This order placed a premium on achieving enlightenment through simplicity in living and mastering their own bodies, eating only plain meals and living in spartan cells. Instead of any one deity they dedicated themselves to studying the natural world and learning to understand the energies that made it work and Temerity would be raised to seek the same understanding.

In theory anyway. In actuality, Temerity was not at all equipped for a life of austere study.  Meditation and book learning were so boring they were almost painful, the tiefling constantly sneaking out windows and through side doors to play outside or sneak down to the nearby village instead of doing her studies. By the time she was nine the older monks realized that she would never be a wise scholar or inquisitive researcher. But there was still some hope for her. One of the few daily activities she didn't shirk in favor of mischief-making was her psychical training. The child threw herself into daily runs and sparring matches, practicing the same move hundreds of times over with a dedication that had been unseen before. It wasn't that she was lazy, she simply didn't dedicate time to things that seemed pointless. With martial arts she could watch herself improve and find new goals to meet. 

So when she was about ten years old the monks decided to let her immerse herself body and mind in the study of combat to get her to focus on more than idle pleasures. Temerity was able to redirect all that wasted energy into her studies, watching intently as the older monks practiced their forms and working to replicate them as best she could. The young tiefling had a natural aptitude for fighting that was honed to a razor's edge with instruction, building mastery over years of sparring with the other monks and testing herself in bar brawls and prize fights in the town nearby. The daily teachings she had ignored for so long were given begrudging attention, the hot-headed youth learning to calm down and reflect on her inner self find some semblance of inner peace and even subsist without food and water. At seventeen she was  an instructor of the young members of the order, teaching them how to harness their energy as she had learned.

But it wasn't meant to last. Temerity was restless withing the confines of the temple, only paying lip service to its structure and tradition because they let her hone her skills. Once she realized they were quickly running out of things to teach her it was only a matter of time before she left to make her own way in the world. The catalyst was when a group of bandits attacked the temple, a foolhardy attempt that was warded off with little loss of life on either side. Temerity begged to be allowed to hunt them down to make sure they wouldn't return but  her elders denied her request. The youth was reminded that forgiveness was one of the Heavenly Virtues and vengeance would only weigh her spirit down. It was the the push she needed to leave. Temerity bowed and thanked her masters for taking care of her all these years and giving her purpose and packed up her things, setting out to forge her own path. Out of respect for them the bandits would go unhounded. They were small game anyway. Temerity had rejected the teachings of humility and quiet service to others. She was going to become the best fighter the world had seen, a living legend renowned for her skill or she would die trying.

But before she could do that she would have to finish her training. The next five years were busy, traveling from place to place and taking bounties and winning exhibition bouts for practice by day and meditating to rest and reflect by night. She was working to come up with her own style of martial arts, one that combined physical and spiritual combat better than any of the ones she had been taught. It was slow going, months and months passing without any sort of progress, but her work would eventually pay off. At twenty-four she had it. Her life's work, Dragon's Balance was finally a complete system, rough and contained only in her head but a complete system nonetheless. 

Its first few trials by combat were promising illuminated a need for improvement. While undeniably deadly to face the raw strength of body and spirit required was immense. If used for too long she was left completely drained and on the verge of collapse. Most people were completely unable to stand against it for more than a few seconds but particularly dangerous beasts or large groups of well-trained opponents could last long enough that the toll on her body would become unbearable. For the time being she would have to rely on her old teachings while she continued to work on her magnum opus. Her quest led her out of familiar lands and into the dark valley of Barovia to pit herself against whatever challenges she could find.
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