Nakata

A half-orc druid hardened by the wilds of Varisia

Description:
Goma CR —
XP —
Tiger Animal Companion
N Medium Animal
Init +4; Senses Low-light Vision, Scent; Perception +12
Defense
AC 14, touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+3 Dex, +1 natural)
hp 14 (2d8+5)
Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +2
Offense
Speed 40 ft.
Melee Bite +2 (1d6+1), 2 Claws +2 (1d4+1), Rake
Statistics
Str 13, Dex 17, Con 13, Int 2, Wis 15, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 15
Feats Toughness
Skills Stealth +7, Perception +12
Tricks Attack [Extended], Defend, Guard, Heel, Track, Work
SQ Link, Share Spells, Grab
Nakata CR 1/2
XP 200
Female Half-orc Druid 1
CN Medium Humanoid (orc)
Init +2; Senses Darkvision 60 ft.
Defense
AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +4 armor)
hp 14 (1d8+6)
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +6
Offense
Speed 20 ft. in Hide Armor
Melee Greataxe +1 (1d12+1/x3)
Druid Spells Prepared (CL 1st):
1st—entangle (DC 15), produce flame
0—create water, detect magic, stabilize
Statistics
Str 12, Dex 14, Con 15, Int 11, Wis 18, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 13
Feats Toughness
Skills Handle Animal +3 (+7 with Goma), Heal +8, Knowledge (nature) +6, Intimidate +1, Perception +8, Survival +10
Languages Common, Druidic, Orc
SQ Nature Bond (see Goma), Nature Sense, Wild Empathy +0
Other Gear Greataxe, Hide Armor, Backpack
Special Abilities
Orc Ferocity (Ex) Once per day, when Nakata is brought below 0 hit points but not killed, she can fight on for one more round as if disabled. At the end of her next turn, unless brought to above 0 hit points, she immediately falls unconscious and begins dying.
Bio:

To Nakata, the lawless reserves of the hinterlands surrounding her birthplace, Sandpoint, had become a much more suitable home than any town under the influence of local city-state Magnimar. She had long been wary of the ‘benevolent’ laws of the state that seemed not to apply to those of tainted birth. As long as she remained in any civilized community, her body and blood would forever be her prison. Nothing could conceal her smoke-grey skin that traced her to an orcish heritage. Even in evenings under hooded veil, the slightest glint of light might have illuminated her single right tusk that pushed slightly over her top lip, her cover compromised. In the slight circumstances in which she happened upon a mirror, she would stare into her snowy blue eyes and be reminded of her social exile from worlds both human and orc.

Nakata could never quite understand her caretaker and parent figure, Tandava. From every direction she felt an oppressive aura of hatred, but this one fair skinned half-elf had taken her under his care without question or reserve. She found in him many important teachings that helped her to understand the world of human relations that excluded her. He taught her of their decrepit governments and of their near infinite faiths, of their great power to create but only at the cost of their destruction. She understood his faith and adopted some of its principles early in life but never found reason for his allegiance to its organized institution. Her earliest years were perhaps her fondest ones, as she spent relatively little time outside of their modest accommodations. When it came time for her to find some means of contributing to their survival, she was frequently subject to crimes of hatred and violence. Her skin hid her bruises easily and soon she learned to keep knowledge of the attacks to herself to ease her father’s sorrowful burden.

After a particularly brutal beating at the age of ten, Nakata swore to herself to flee the town at her first opportunity. She was adept at fighting and could defend herself fairly in even odds, but the group responsible for this assault punished her more for any measure of defense she took. At this moment, face down in a pool of blood, delirious from the pain of having her left tusk removed with a knife and pair of pliers, any semblence of a moral and ethical code that she once had became the tinder for a virulent nihilism. Even her loving relationship with Tandava could not outweigh her will to death over what her life was like at that moment. Quietly that night, she collected some bare essentials from their home, took her father’s deep-purple hued cloak, and left behind the only person she ever loved.

Though Nakata had grown up a victim of city-life, her coming of age came in the harsh wilderness of the forests east of Sandpoint. She developed a codependent relationship with goblins that populated the woods, aiding them in removing hostile predators in return for material goods. She would much rather have preferred to have left the beasts alone, but her necessity to act was dictated by her need for peaceful relations with the woods only major organized community. She even took liking to a select handful of goblin craftsmen who helped create many pieces of her rugged attire. By the age of fifteen, Nakata had developed into her full physical person, standing at a modest height of five feet, five inches, and weighing in at slightly over two hundred pounds of sleek and conditioned muscle. She stood in black leather combat boots that came up over her grey woolen pants to slightly beneath her knees. Of the same black leather was her v-shaped harness that securely guided from under her crotch to over her shoulders, holding tight the white cotton shirt that began above her midriff and covered the lengths of her arms. Extending to her mid forearms was a pair of black gloves with holes cut for her fingers. She still wore her father’s cloak. Though her silvery white hair had grown long over the last five years, she bound it into a tight braid that she often wore in front of her body. She embraced all of her features, whether human or orc, and came to love her appearance as a gift that allowed her to escape the bitter and cruel life of organized society.

In this year she found initiation to a new faith, one that reflected her principles of meaninglessness and matched her contempt for the realm of humanity. The goblins had requested for her help in taking care of large and foreign woodland predator that had already picked off several of their stronger scouts. She agreed to assist them and set off to arm traps in the region where the goblins were killed. On the second day of her hunt she found one of her traps missing, a trail of blood originating from its source. These foot traps were easily capable of killing large dogs, so she was sure that this creature was much larger in size or in its will to live. After an extensive bout of tracking, she came upon the wounded beast, a large whitish-grey tiger with snowy blue eyes that matched Nakata’s. It was obviously in a great deal of pain, as the trap had severed a large amount of its muscle tissue from one of its front legs, yet it still sat upright and fixed its gaze on her. Nakata heard a voice in her head, that of the wounded creature pleading with her to remove the binding in return for its complete loyalty. Nakata was unsure of why she could communicate with the creature, but found something of herself reflected in it and wanted desperately to find the love and compassion that she had found for her father.

Slightly unsure if the creature would hone up to its promise, Nakata maintained her guard as she removed the trap. The tiger collapsed to the ground unconscious when the steel teeth unclamped from its leg. Nakata spent the next several days nursing the tiger’s wounds, all the while learning of its origin. The tiger had identified herself as a goma, a member of a pack that had been abandoned or lost, and Nakata adopted this term as her companion’s new name. Amazed by the connection she found with this animal, Nakata soon uncovered many more miraculous talents she was capable of performing, learning from the goblins that she had likely been taken under the care of the forest spirit, Gozreh. They told her she was being called for the life of a druid. To answer this call meant to become a servant of the forest and a protector of the natural balance of all things. Nakata, knowing that the forest had given her new life when all else had pushed her towards death, took heed.

Nakata

Whispers from Thassilon Rosstipher