Name- Kindra Asa (death by prison riot.)
Weapon and fighting style- War Scythe, well-timed sweeping attacks with good defense.
Short bio/ class description- Stoic and unwavering, you are the long arm of the law in your city. You are the Inquisitor, powerful and swift your War Scythe strikes fear into the lawless and quickly strikes down the foolish.
Abilities: Centered around maintaining control of the battle and taking the fight to the enemy.
1: Keenly Aware: Due to your job and training it is hard to catch you unaware. Passive Ability
2: Wide Swipe: Grasping the end of your weapon you swing it 180 degrees in front of you allowing you to strike up to eight feet away and injure your foe. Uses up action point, can miss if the foe isn't in front of you.
3: Stunning Blow: Using any blunt part of your weapon or body you strike your foe's head and stun them for the round. One round cool down, less effective on armored or aware foes, uses up action point.
4: Fisher's Luck: Sometimes luck smiles brightly upon the catchers of fish. With a dice roll you can negate the adverse effects of arena based trickery. Passive Ability
Part 1: Born in a small fishing village along the coast, no one ever expected you to grow beyond the station of a fishermanís daughter. Let alone become the Inquisitor of the capitalís largest prison. But it has been your dream since an Inquisitor came to your village and helped the town find your youngest brother who had been kidnapped from his crib one night. That man was equal parts hero and inspiration and you kept him in your mind as a goal to strive for. And strive you did.
Part 2: You couldnít join the guard until you turned eighteen, so with some borrowed books and a basic understanding of what a guardís job is you spent your youth and adolescence training and educating yourself. Keeping fit and reading were easy, poor as your family was your parents both knew a dumb, fat, child is no good to anyone, but the problem came in the finer detail of learning the laws and teaching yourself to fight and subdue prisoners. Boys never wanted to fight or get beaten up by girls and girls avoided violence like it was their job. Your siblings helped some, but youíre the eldest so that well dried up quickly. You needed a teacher, maybe even a Master to apprentice yourself to.
Part 3: On your sixteenth birthday you found a teacher. A grizzled one-eyed former guard who was the same age as your father named Egilbres. He needed help around his house because of an old war wound and you needed someone to teach you how to fight. It was a good match, but reality always bites you when you least expect it. Young unmarried women arenít thought well upon when they slip away from home to visit a single man, and despite the truth, rumors spread like wildfire. Insults were leveled at you and your family, your house defaced, and your mentor shamed. It carried on for months and as your father began losing work from fisheries your freedoms were quickly shrinking until only one looked plausible...marriage. Marry your mentor or stop your training. You couldnít give up on your dream, so the two of you married in the spring and the rumors and harassment stopped.
Part 4: Despite your girlish apprehensions at marrying a man old enough to be your father, you found married life quite to your liking. Egilbres, may look like a grizzled bear, but he was very caring and supportive man. He didnít force himself onto you even on your wedding night, and let you settle in before thrusting you into the expected role of wife. From the stories other girls told this was about as good as it could get. You embraced it and found happiness, you kept house during the day and trained at night. For years you two lived like this, and on your 20th birthday you had saved enough to move to the capital. Eggsi helped you get into the entry exams for the Prison Guards. You passed of course, and so you finally began to accomplish your dream. You flew up the ranks and things were better than ever. Then Eggsi died...about five years later, you had no child an your family was too far away so you dug deeper into your job. Becoming harder, more infamous, you left the sword and took up a far more fearsome weapon...the War Scythe. No criminal got leniency from your wrath, they broke the law you broke them. It didnít make you popular, but it allowed you to earn the title of Inquisitor. The Capital Prisonís numbers grew quickly after that as did the number of notches on the headsman's axe. You stopped worry and locked your feelings away from the horrors you were now committing. You dreamed of being a hero like the man who saved your little brother. But heroes are only in story tales and sins always come back on those who commit them. Your desserts came in the form of a prison riot, you killed as many as you could, but one lucky hit could spell the end.
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All that exist are in pain, but through continued existence all can overcome that pain.