Name: Katherine Lindall-Fiore
Race: Fallen Aasimar
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance:
While she has a slight bit of a Celestial heritage, the is also a history of Fiend heritage. This is represented by a small black spade-ended tail from her posterior.
Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1
Stats: Strength – 9 (-1)
Dexterity – 14 (+2)
Constitution – 8 (-1)
Intelligence – 14 (+2)
Wisdom – 12 (+1)
Charisma – 17 (+3)
Proficient Skills:
Arcana +1(prof) + 2(mod) = +3
History +1(prof) + 2(mod) = +3
Proficient Tools:
Traits:
Languages: Common, Celestial, Infernal, Sylvan
Speed: Your base walking speed is 30 feet.
Darkvision: Blessed with a radiant soul, your vision can easily cut through darkness. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Celestial Resistance: You have resistance to necrotic damage and radiant damage.
Healing Hands: As an action, you can touch a creature and cause it to regain a number of hit points equal to your level. Once you use this trait, you can't use it again until you finish a long rest.
Light Bearer: You know the Light cantrip. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for it.
Researcher: When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.
Abilities: N/A
Inventory: A bottle of black ink, quill, a small knife, a letter from her dead Foster Father posing a question you have not yet been able to answer, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp
Background: Katherine's beginning was a sad one. From what could be gathered, she was born as a being of celestial heritage known as an Aasimar. If it were just that, it would have been a wonderful existance... That said, she also had a spade-ended tail. Supposedly from past heritage of fiends. It would seem as if she was born from special parents, each of which had ancestors that were celestial and fiends. Unable to handle a supposed child of omen, she was abandoned on the steps of the God of Charity.
She was taken in, though not without hesitation. While the baby had the beautiful complexion of an Aasimar, they wondered what the tail on the child meant. Not long after, a street wizard by the name of Yorick Lindall, came by and spotted the child. He then asked a priestess what was the matter with her. The priestess then told him that her parents abandoned her, most in the church supposed that it was from the appearance of a spade-ended tail on what could be considered a celestial child. Many feared her as an ill omen, though such things were of course false.
Curious about the girl, Yorick offered to take her in. At first, the priestess was going to object, though she thought about how in the week since the girl showed up attendance has dropped and donations have as well. She excused herself to talk to the matron of the place. After a
very short talk, the woman returned with a couple of items... A blanket, some mushed food and a few other things and handed the baby over to the man. He asked if the child had a name. The answer was no, he would have to name her. With hardly a thought, he decided to name her after his sister that died in childhood. Katherine. Katherine Lindall.
Yorick watched as Katherine grew up. She was like any other girl her age or rather, she was fairly smart. He took a guess, but he started to teach her about magic. The years they were together he taught her what he could about magic. How to tell what was magical, how to tell what exactly a magical item was... Alas, she never seemed keen on actually using magic. Nor did she seem accepting of the Spell Book he put together for her. Either way, he kept her working together with him on magical theories and problems. They lived a fairly happy life.
Around when Katherine was eight, two things started happening. Every week, she seemed to get a major headache that would go away after a couple of minutes, and Yorick got sick. At first, it was very minor but over time it got worse and worse. They still worked together until she was 10. 4 months before her birthday he was bed-ridden and unable to do anything. She took care of him until his death two months after she turned 11. He had income on a couple of different things, mostly things of an alchemical nature. Whatever the case, she could not afford for herself. She had enough money to pay for the man's funeral, and at the event.
At the climax of the funeral, after Yorick's body was laid to the ground and covered by some of the people in the poorer part of town that he had helped before, people came to give their condolences. That much was to be expected. Katherine seemed despondent. She stood in front of the grave for while after most everyone left. The only constant in her life was now gone. She hadn't even thought about what to do now. She didn't get much of a chance though as two rich people approached her. They greeted her, and she turned around. The both looked well to do. The male was in robes and well groomed. Meanwhile, Katherine couldn't keep her eyes off the woman... Until she realized she was looking at her as much as she was.
The two introduced themselves as the heads of House Fiore. A family of Sorcerers and Wizards. They continued that they owed a debt to Yorick and when he knew that he was going to die, he asked them to watch after his little girl for him. A well to do house would do better than a dead man after all. With that in mind, they attended the funeral and allowed Katherine to sit through her grief before asking. The girl thought for a few minutes but she soon came to an answer.
Katherine had little else she could do but accept. However, she asked if she could gather a few things from her home before she followed them to her new one. They allowed it and she quickly made it to the small house gathering some supplies. Her favorite writing quill, a couple of books she shared fond memories of, a small knife that Yorick used to gather ingredients and Yorick's component pouch that he kept 10 gold coins in. Just in case. After she was done, she left and followed the couple to their mansion home, her eyes locked on the woman the entire time.
When she got there, she was introduced the the maid staff and the familiy's children. She still felt distant from others. Over the next year, her mood improved and she started interacting with the children. She had some issues, but they all got along well enough. She was treated like family, to her surprise. She never had a good opinion of these noble types beforehand, though Yorick had told her not to make quick judgements of people. She thought that he might have been correct on this.
The years passed and she and the others grew. She even grew closer to one of the other of her adoptive siblings... One Livia Fiore. The two of them tended to sneak off to where they wouldn't be found... She had good, but not so good relationships with her other two siblings. The older sister she would tend to hit on, though at the same time she wouldn't succeed. Sadly. The younger brother she'd play with in his younger years, though that'd change to dressing him in cute clothes.
All the while, the headaches stayed and they grew worse. She kept this secret from her adoptive parents, though she couldn't hide it from the head maid and her siblings. She told them it was nothing to worry about, and though there was some obvious questioning, she got them to stop asking. It was around this time she started to hear voices in her head.
After some time, Livia was sent to the Frontier Town. That was the one person Katherine felt the closest bond with (for good reason) and found herself flustered by this turn of events. A few days after she heard in her head, “Oh, my poor child. Your toy has left you, hasn't she? Well, that's fine. All you need to do is go to the Frontier. There's something there that can prove your worth in the world. Your reason for existance.” Unable to think of else to do, she packed supplies and took some necessities... Well, the last thing she did before leaving was to kiss her “older sister” on the lips, leaving only the knowledge that, “I'll be back, dear sister.”
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