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Elara Voss - Details

STR

12 (1)

DEX

14 (2)

CON

15 (2)

INT

18 (4)

WIS

17 (3)

CHA

16 (3)

Administer

0

Connect

4

Exert

0

Fix

0

Heal

-3

Know

5

Lead

3

Notice

0

Perform

0

Pilot

3

Program

4

Punch

3

Shoot

1

Sneak

-1

Stab

-1

Survive

0

Talk

0

Trade

-1

Work

-1

MAX HP

80

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Supreme Chancellor

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Warrior

AC

13

Age

40

Species

Gender

Female


Backstory

Elara Voss rose to power within the Red Sun Dominion, emerging as a unifying force, tenacious in implementing a vision for a new galactic era. Born amidst the harsh realities of the Sundered Spiral, Elara developed unyielding practicality, which guided decision-making, often putting the cold calculus of survival and dominance over empathy.

It's whispered amongst the Dominion's circles that Elara's ascent was no accident, involving calculated alliances and untold sacrifices. Emerging as a charismatic leader, Elara's policy of expansion blended diplomacy with aggressive military strategy, slowly executing an intricate game of positioning across the stars.

Elara's fierce expansionist ideology has granted access to hidden military knowledge, effectively fortifying the Dominion's fleets and emboldening its conquests. Though met with admiration and fear, certain quarters suggest Elara's rule balances on the precipice of greater secrets perhaps unknown, feeding anxieties about the uncharted pathways they yet plan to navigate.


Description

Elara Voss stands as a striking figure, her presence exuding an aura of calculative foresight and subtle strength. Robed in the ceremonial garb of the Red Sun Dominion, Elara's attire symbolizes a blend of ancient regal designs and modern military functionality. The fabric, embedded with shimmering patterns resembling the red sun, reflects light with every movement. Her tall, slender frame is accentuated by a meticulously styled appearance; eyes sharp as twin comets, glinting with intelligence and foreboding intent. Her skin is pale as the icy moons of Archeon-5, and their features are chiselled with an unyielding resolve. In moments of reflection, pale fingers tap an unremarked rhythm onto the armrest of her captains chair, a peculiar habit intended to calculate or rather orchestrate the tempo of future endeavours.

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