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Seraphel - Details

STR

17 (3)

DEX

12 (1)

CON

16 (3)

INT

13 (1)

WIS

18 (4)

CHA

14 (2)

Acrobatics

1

Animal Handling

2

Arcana

1

Athletics

1

Deception

2

History

1

Insight

4

Intimidation

2

Investigation

1

Medicine

1

Nature

1

Perception

4

Performance

2

Persuasion

2

Religion

4

Sleight of Hand

1

Stealth

1

Survival

4

MAX HP

78

Speed

30 feet

Occupation

Laborer

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Cleric

AC

14

Age

27

Species

Celestial

Gender

Female


Backstory

For centuries, Seraphel was not a person but a component. A celestial being of immense power, she was captured and taken to the clockwork plane of Mechanus. There, she was bound in an arcane-mechanical apparatus and used as a living battery to power a vast, indifferent city. Chained and isolated, she was forced to endure an eternity of having her divine essence siphoned away, the agony of the process her only companion. She eventually managed a desperate escape during a catastrophic power surge she herself caused, slipping through a temporary planar rift that deposited her, broken and terrified, in the unfamiliar world of Coia. Now, she hides her true nature, working as a simple laborer. Every humming machine, every ticking clock, is a reminder of her torment, fueling a deep-seated paranoia and a burning desire to ensure no one can ever again abuse the pathways between worlds as she was abused.

Description

A full-body portrait of a celestial female cleric, Seraphel, standing in a gritty, industrial setting. She has the build of a laborer, with toned, strong arms and a sturdy posture. Her face, framed by short, messy, silver-white hair, is perpetually etched with a wary, untrusting expression. Her large, golden eyes, the only overt sign of her celestial heritage, constantly flinch and dart around, scanning for threats. Faint, silvery scars, like cracked porcelain, trace complex, geometric patterns across her neck and forearms, disappearing beneath the collar of her simple, heavy-duty work tunic. She holds a heavy mallet in one hand, her knuckles bruised and calloused. She looks exhausted but resilient, a fallen angel trying to blend in with mortals.
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