No Salvation For Witches (LotFP - Characters)

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Welcome, adventurers! Here's the character thread for our game of Lamentations of the Flame Princess. Go ahead and post your sheets here; once we get started, I'll trust you all to keep them up to date as the game progresses.

 

[balsambae]

Silence Cawton
Female Cleric, Lawful, 18 years old

CHA 7 (-1), CON 12 (0), DEX 12 (0), INT 9 (0), STR 11 (0), WIS 15 (+1)

HP 5, BAB +1

Par 14, Poison 11, Breath 16, Device 12, Magic 15

One prepared spell at a time.

Starting weath: €90- €86 = €4

Flintlock Pistol- 50sp
12 Apsostles- 5sp
Clothing, Poor- 1sp
Backpack- 3sp
Holy Symbol, Wood- 1sp
Tinderbox- 1sp
Waterskin- 1sp
Wolvesbane (3)- 3sp
Rations (5)- 5sp
Bedroll- 2sp
Candles (8) - 8cp
Soap (2) - 2cp
Book, Geneva Bible - 10sp

Encumbrance: 11 = 2

Silence was a born a puritan girl in England. Her family was among some of the first to voyage west and begin settling the new world, though many of those memories she has repressed. Silence is the sole survivor of a series of strange events that wiped out the settlement, but left her with a spark of holyness. She was brought back to the old world aboard a supply ship and left on the streets an orphan until she was taken in by a group of adventurers that saw something in young girl. Having come of age amongst them, Silence sees the party as the closest thing to a family she has.

At first glance, Silence appears almost childish the way she constantly wears a soft smile though a second look reveals a well-proportioned young woman albeit a very petite one. Standing a little under five feet, Silence has long, straight dark brown hair and glistening hazel eyes. Her skin has a slight tan tone to it, clear of any distinguishing marks save for a tiny cross shaped birthmark on her left ankle. She prefers to keep her hair in a milk maid's braid underneath her bonnet and dresses in a traditional dress that's grown slightly ragged despite her best efforts to keep it mended.

Silence often comes across as timid and reserved to strangers. She often averts her gaze to avoid making eye contact with men, and it is rare for her to speak up or out of turn. Well mannered and obedient to most suggestions of the rest of the group, it could be easy to mistake her as a simple servant hired to wash the groups laundry and cook warm meals. One would be sorely mistaken to believe so, however. Behind her humble gaze is the heart of a lion and courage to match ten thousand Christian soldiers. She speaks with neither riddle nor intelligent reason, but in simple observations of faith, nature, and wit that have an uncanny way of guarding the soul whether one is a believer in her God or not. Her hand is healing, her will is strong, and her faith can make men or break them. A daughter of the Lord, she does not always find comfort in the actions of her companions, but she would rather forgive then pass judgement. Silence is often troubled by premonitions, some true and some false, many too vague to ascertain a clear message from. To those she has traveled many long, hard miles with she is usually very friendly and outgoing.

 

[ZeroSic]

I'm going to paste my character from the MS Word Doc I'm using to track everything just so I know everything is okay:

Bio
Elena Silversurge
Female Fighter
Age: 23
Neutral

Elena stands tall with an athletic and toned build. Her well-structured facial features hint toward a noble heritage. She has a sun-tanned skin. She has bright blue eyes and long blonde hair that she ties in a braid. Kathleen wears white vest-like armor. Her arms are left exposed. Under her armor, her travel clothes are dark blue in color. She wears a cheap gold painted metal pendant that has a blue "Gem" made of stained glass around her neck.

Elena is a very optimistic and cheerful person. She is almost never seen in a bad mood. She almost always wears a caring smile on her face. She has an undying love of travel, adventure and exploration. This love led her to fleeing her rich noble family and ending up with the band of mercenaries and treasure hunters. As a kid she would sneak off to have adventures with the local kids. She made a make-shift bow which she used for hunting as well as shooting down fruits from trees. Over years of practice, she has gotten exceptionally good at the bow. She usually looks for the good in people but can be cold and sarcastic to those she doesn't like. She cares deeply for her friends and would do anything for them. Under all her cheerfulness and optimistic attitude though, she is often depressed, internally suffering and thinking of suicidal thoughts.



Stats:
CHA: 11 (0)
CON: 15 (1)
DEX: 14 (1)
INT: 11 (0)
STR: 12 (1)
WIS: 5 (-2)

Combat:


Fighter
Level: 1
HP: 9/9 AC: 15
Global Attack Bonus: +2
Saving throws:
Paralyze: 14
Poison: 12
Breath: 14
Device: 13
Magic: 16

Movement:
Exploration 90, Combat 30, Running 90, Daily 18 miles

Equipment:

Money: 25
Encumbrance: 2

Leather Armor [Base AC 14]
Short Bow [Hit: +3 Dmg: 1d6] (Range: 50/300/450)
Quiver [20/20 Arrows]
Travelling Clothes
Backpack
Waterskin
Bedroll
Rations/day (5)
Torch (3)
Rope (1)
Soap (2)
Tinderbox
Shovel
Chalk (14)

 

[greybishop]

John “Jack” Grainger - Mercenary Soldier

Class: Fighter Alignment: Neutral

Stats: Cha 13/+1 Con 14/+1 Dex 9/0 Int 10/0 Str 15/+1 Wis 9/0

Attack Bonus: Melee +3, Ranged +2

Armor Class: 14

HP: 8

Saving Throws: Paralyze 14 Poison 12 Breath 15 Devices 13 Magic 16 (Note: +2 to "physical saves" due to lobster tail helm.)

Encumbrance: Without pack: 8 items, level 1, Unencumbered. With pack: 17 items, level 3, Heavily Encumbered.

Money: 25 pounds and 1 copper piece

Gear:

Arms and armor: Rapier (1d8, -2 vs. unadj. AC 15+,) dagger (1d4, -2 vs. unadj. AC 15+,) buff coat (+1AC) and lobster tail helm (+1AC.)

In his coat pockets: Coin pouch, local map, pipe, tinderbox and tobacco..

Draped over his shoulders: An empty powderhorn and an equally empty “12 Apostles” powder bandoleer.

Backpack and contents: Pack, waterskin, bedroll, five days iron rations, six candles and two torches.

Jack is 40 years old, medium height, has a stocky build, dark bushy beard and mustache, receding hairline and tanned face. He's third son of a minor, impoverished English nobleman – his father lost the last of his family’s wealth backing a failed settlement in the New World. Never destined to inherit anyway, Jack became a soldier/mercenary at an early age and fought in the opening stages of the Thirty Years’ War on the Continent. Wounded during the Battle of White Mountain (where he fought on the losing, Protestant side) Jack returned to England to convalesce and rethink how to make his fortune. Since Jack was on the losing side in his last battle he wasn't paid, and had to sell his brace of pistols to pay for his passage back to England; he hopes to replace them as soon as possible.

Jack is normally taciturn and, like most experienced mercenaries of the period, quite cynical and cautious – he likes the odds stacked in his favor when he fights and also has no qualms about running away when it looks like his side is going to lose. That said, when he’s in his cups he can become quite boisterous and bold. Not particularly loyal to the Crown or his homeland, though he’s not a troublemaker either. Smokes a pipe, and thinks his fondness for tobacco might be the one good thing to come out of his father’s failed investment.