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Retta - Details

Born

17 April 1230

STR

12 (1)

DEX

14 (2)

CON

18 (4)

INT

14 (2)

WIS

14 (2)

CHA

20 (5)

Acrobatics

3

Animal Handling

4

Arcana

1

Athletics

3

Deception

4

History

1

Insight

0

Intimidation

4

Investigation

1

Medicine

1

Nature

1

Perception

0

Performance

4

Persuasion

4

Religion

0

Sleight of Hand

3

Stealth

3

Survival

0

MAX HP

119

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Mercenary / Bounty Hunter

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Warlock

AC

13

Age

19

Species

Tiefling

Gender

Female


Backstory

Retta's life is defined by the stark contrast between her bubbly facade and the blackened pit of rage that serves as her soul. Born to Tiefling parents in a small, intolerant hamlet, she watched her mother 'disappear' and her father wither away into a recluse under the weight of the town's bigotry. At age 12, she was cast out, living as a street urchin until she was cornered by a group of drunken thugs. She adopted the moniker 'Retribution'—Retta for short.

She was saved by Nicodemus Hartwick, a member of the legendary Dragonbone Vanguard. Nicodemus , seeing a spark of arcane potential and a reflection of his own outcast nature, took her in. He didn't coddle her; he utilized her. She became his runner, fetching forbidden tomes and rare reagents, often traveling through dangerous territories.

In exchange, he fed her and taught her to harness the 'situation'—the pact magic inherent in their lives. She now operates as a mercenary, though her professional choices are guided by a personal 'ledger' of names—people who wronged her family or the weak. She recently crossed off 'Marat,' a man who tormented her father, leaving his body on the road to Berkeso.

When the Vanguard splintered after the Highborne Summit incident, Retta was left to her own devices. Currently, she wanders the Shadowfell with Nicodemus, a hunter seeking to bleed the world for the pain it caused her.


Description

Retta is a small, deceptive figure. She stands barely five feet tall with a lean, gymnast-like build that betrays a coiled, predatory strength. Her skin is a deep, saturated crimson, contrasting sharply with her hair—a cascading mop of unnatural, light-absorbing obsidian black that seems to move on its own when she is upset. Two small, sharp black horns curve back from her forehead. She possesses large, doe-like dark eyes that can switch from innocent wonder to dead-eyed malice in a blink. She wears a silver nose ring. She dresses in practical, dark fitted leathers loaded with hidden pockets, often wearing a hood to obscure her horns. A wry, tight-lipped smile is her default expression, though a vein in her temple frequently throbs when her patience—which is non-existent—is tested.
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