Rebecca Ludolf

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2	Name:		Rebecca Ludolf				Game:	Abyssal adventures
3	Class:		Magus				Favored:	Magus
4	Race:		Tiefling		Level:	8	Alignment:	LN
5	XP:		0	/	75,000		Deity:
6	Gender:		Female	Age:		29	Skin:	Alabaster
7	Height:		5'8"	Hair:		Scarlet	Misc:	Small horns, hidden in hair and hat
8	Weight:		145	Eyes:		Blue	Misc:	Slender, prehensile tail. Hidden in clothing
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10	●	Appearance: Rebecca stands tall for a human, with her boots and hat further accentuating her height. Dressed in the hardy and rugged frontier clothing of her homeland, though obviously of dwarven make. Her left arm and shoulder have been replaced with an intricate mechanical prosthesis. Though typically openly displayed, the mechanical arm could easily be hidden under the blood-red poncho draped over her left shoulder. The well organized travel pack on her back makes it clear she travels with everything she needs. And the well equipped gun belt and big iron at her hip makes it clear she is not one to trifle with. Though the cloud of blue smoke wafting from the strong dwarven cigars she habitually smoked did well enough at keeping unwanted attention at bay.
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13	●	Personality: Rebecca has many of the personality traits commonly associated with dwarves: loud, rude, short-tempered, and overly fond of drink and smoke. But also smart, hard working, loyal, confident, pragmatic, and a true friend to those deemed worthy. Her traumatic childhood and dwarven upbringing has left Rececca exactly no tolerance for aggression and unwanted attention. Any hint of which is typically met with a hail of bullets.							Here
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16	●	Physically, Rebecca had no trouble passing for human. The only features of her demonic heritage were a small pair of horns and a slender, flexible tail. The horns were easily hidden under a hat, though the scarlet bushel that was her hair did well enough on its own. Likewise, her tail was easily hidden underneath clothing. Despite that, there was something about her that put people off. Like they could sense something was wrong with her, that she was marked as an outsider, that she was broken. While such issues were hardly an issue in Rebecca’s adulthood, they made for a most difficult childhood. At a young age, when her horns began to grow, Rebecca was cast out on the street. The streets of Alkenstar were harsh at the best of circumstances, let alone for a hungry child all by herself. Forced to scavenge and steal what little she could, it was a hard, lonely life. Even the other outcasts seemed to want nothing to do with her. She would have likely died on those streets if she had not been found by her adoptive father. Though their first meeting was not a happy occasion. For as long as she could remember, Rebecca had had a fascination with firearms. She loved the way they looked, the way they sounded, even the way they smelled. Due to her circumstances she never fired one before, but she loved to go to the markets to look at them. Being eye level with holsters allowed her to get a very personal view of the weapons. Sometimes, she would even reach out and touch the handle. It was one of the few joys in her miserable existence. A young noble and his coterie were strutting around the market, showing off like preened peacocks and looking for something to entertain them. A more wizened survivor would have recognized this group as the sharks that they were. Would have fled from the danger. But all Rebecca could see were the most beautiful guns she had ever seen in her life, and a group too distracted to notice a small street urchin. When the group seemed sufficiently distracted, the young girl took her chance. [b]”Oh, fancy that do we?”[/b] The young nobel said, almost with a chuckle, as caught Rebecca staring and reaching out for his gun. His seemingly pleasant demeanor caught Rebecca off guard. For a moment she thought he might let her hold it, maybe even fire it! This childish daydream was shattered when the young man painfully gripped her arm and hauled her into the air. [b]”Well boys you have to give thieves this, they know quality when they see it!”[/b] He roared with laughter, soon accompanied by his companions. [b]”If I was going to steal a gun, I’d steal this one too. Of course, I’d never be stupid enough to steal from me!”[/b] A roar of laughter came from the group, apparently finding their leader quite the comedic genius. [b][smaller]”No, I was just…”[/smaller][/b] Rebecca’s plea was cut short by a swift slap to the face that left her jaw aching and the taste of blood in her mouth. .
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19	●	[b]”Don’t interrupt me! And certainly don’t waste time with any lies about your innocence!”[/b] In a fit of rage the nobel threw Rebecca onto the stone floor of the market with enough force that her small body bounced. The air knocked out of her lungs, tears streamed down Rebecca’s face as she struggled to breath. [b]”I hate being interrupted! And I hate liars. Now boys, how should we handle this?”[/b] As the group continued to laugh and loudly discuss a young child’s violent punishment, the market thinned out. Only a few cared about the fate of a street urchin, and none would risk themselves for her sake. Most took little notice, but knew better than to be around when a bored noble was working themselves up. But a few were glad for the show. They stood their ground with sinister smirks on their faces. Not even looking away when Rebecca called to them for help. [b]”Now now now now boys, ‘tis but a little thing. We’d have a better go of it stomping on some wee birdie than bothering with this twig. No no I says we make things interesting, give te little chickadee a fighten chance…as it were.”[/b] The biggest of the group suggested, a twisted grin smeared on his bulbous face. [b]”Luke, Luke my good man, this is one of the many reasons I keep you around. Yes, a duel! Quite the fantastic idea. Well my little thief, what a lucky turn it is for you.”[/b] The nobel held out his empty hand, waiting for one of his lackeys to hand him their gun. [b]”Let’s just make sure her shot is all set. Wouldn’t want any [i]misfires[/i] would we?”[/b] The nobel laughed as he disarmed the gun while feigning to check it. Making a show of it for his audience. Once satisfied, he tossed the firearm on the ground. It clattered and skidded to a stop in front of Rebecca. The world seemed to go quiet for a moment as Rebecca picked it up. The pain and taste of blood faded as she ran her hands along the cold metal. Feeling the weight, the balance of the piece. For the first time, things felt right. Like something had been missing and finally returned to her. Gripping the pistol in both hands, she aimed and fired in one fluid motion. And though it was not loaded, the pistol did indeed fire. [b]”Now then the rules are simple, you just…”[/b] The young noble’s speech was cut short as a pullet of pure force ripped through his heart. [b]”You…you…”[/b] Looking back and forth between his wound, Rebecca, his coterie, and back to his wound, trying to piece together what had happened. [b]”You…You…you interrupted me.”[/b] With his final words, the noble collapsed as his life blood pooled about him. Rebecca was nearly as confused as the noble, still trying to process the situation herself. But before she could, the group charged. Forced to the ground, Rebecca cried out in pain as blow after blow rained down upon her. Mercifully Rebecca was quickly knocked unconscious. She was not awake to hear her arm snap as the gun was wrenched from her. She was not awake to see the splintered shards of bone as the men continued to stomp on her arm. She was not awake when the first bullet went through her assailants.							Make a copy of it from the File menu!
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22	●	The dwarf Korbin Ludolf had been making the usual rounds in Alenkenstar while he waited for his caravan to finish readying for the return trip. Kobin was a veteran guard for the caravans that brought raw minerals and supplies to and from the city of Alenkenstar and his home citadel of Dongun Hold. A strange gunshot had drawn his attention. Quieter than it should have been, but with clear force, and there was something off about the echo. His investigation soon brought him to the scene of the ‘duel’. By most accounts, including his own, Korbin Ludolf was a sonuvabitch. He was not fond of people, was overly fond of drinking and smoking, and didn’t particularly care about other people’s problems. He was the type of sonuvabitch that fought mutated monsters in the dark, the type of sonuvabitch that left allies to die to ensure the caravan survived, the type of sonuvabitch that took the ammo of lesser marksmen to ensure it didn’t go to waste. He was not the type of sonuvabitch that just stood there and watched a child get stomped to death. And so with a practiced ease he drew his gun and fired. The firefight did not last long. Not many of them do. The noble’s men were not trained combatants. Korbin had already fired a second shot and lined up his third before they realized what was happening. A flurry of return fire landed around Korbin. The men were panicking, ruining what little aim they had. But Korbin remained calm, moving at a slow and steady pace while lining up his shots. When the smoke cleared, the entire group lay dead with none of their shots finding their mark. In the sudden calm and quiet, Korbin did not waste a moment. He didn’t know what the full situation was, and he didn’t care. He knew enough that he and the child needed to be out of the city as of five minutes ago. Holstering his guns and scooping Rebecca’s battered body, he ran at full speed towards his caravan. The caravan would never be ready to leave in time. While he might be able to hide the child there if things didn’t get too hot, but you could never count on that. Instead, he began to unhook a horse from a carriage while shouting at the others to bring water. At a speed that only years of experience could achieve, Korbin saddled the horse and took off with hardly any supplies. Spurring the horse, they flew down the streets at a dangerous speed, nearly colliding several times as Korbin deftly maneuvered between obstacles. They were at a full gallop by the time the exit to the city came into view. More concerned with keeping manawaste mutants out than anyone in, the guards didn’t notice them until the horse was barreling past the guard post. Muffled warnings reached Korbins ears before being replaced by the familiar crack and thud of incoming fire. A hiss escaped from his clenched teeth as a bullet grazed his arm. While the guards certainly had better aim than his previous opponents, Korbin’s gamble had paid off. The guards had not been alert for fleeing fugitives and did not have their rifles in hand until it was too late. Several more volleys landed around them, each less accurate than the last, until finally the only sound was the horse’s hoofbeats. Only after he was certain they weren’t being followed did Korbin let the horse slow, and it would be after dark before Korbin would dare stop.							Contact me at shoelessinsight@gmail.com for
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25	●	The journey to Dongun Hold was a difficult one. The mana wastes were a hard place to survive even fully equipped and with help. Let alone with an injured child in tow. Korbin’s skills were truly put to the test, especially after he had to sacrifice the horse to escape from a sandkraken. To make matters worse, Rebecca was on death’s door. Korbin could stitch up his fair share of wounds, but she needed a true healer. She burned with fever and her left arm was a purple, mangled mess. Everyday he expected her to die, but each day she continued to breathe. Until, at long last, they arrived at the hold. Skilled healers, and possessing some of the only magic for hundreds of miles, the dwarves of Dongun Hold were able to save Rebecca’s life. Yet even their skill and magic could not save her left arm, forcing it to be amputated at the shoulder. Thankfully, the dwarves were skilled in many crafts, and were able to create a replacement mechanical limb. Though it would take much practise and skill before the limb could truly serve as a replacement. Rebecca’s life greatly improved in Dongun Hold. She had a home, a bed, food, and a new father to make sure no one gave her more than her fair share of shit. Not that there was too great a threat of that in the hold. Rebecca’s demonic heritage still rubbed people the wrong way, but as Rebecca would discover, lots of things rubbed lots of dwarves all kinds of ways. Many were surly by nature, more keen to focus on their work then go on about some new irritant. Except, of course, when they felt just fine going on and on and on about some new irritant. Overall though, Rebecca fit in fine. Her heritage aside, she found the rigid lifestyle of the dwarves suited her. She liked having her day planned out, a schedule to follow. She also took to dwarven education like a fish to water. While Rebecca had always had a natural inclination towards firearms, she also had a keen mind for alchemy, the arcane, engineering, and smithing. Between her abilities and the fact that she was one of the only non-dwarves in the hold gave her a certain fame and novelty. Indeed Korbin had a far more difficult time adjusting to life in the hold. He had always had difficulty with the hold. Difficulty always having so many people, having to be dedicated to all instead of just himself, difficulty not getting into drunken brawls. But he had no choice but to grit and bear. He had taken on a responsibility, and he had a mind to see that responsibility through. Unable to continue to sell his gun hand to the caravans, he sold it to the only other place he could; Working as a deputy with his brother, the Sheriff of the hold. Despite initial difficulties, the pair were happy in the hold. What had started as a determination to fulfill a responsibility soon became true affection. Korbin gew to love Rebecca as a daughter. The look of happiness on her face when she designed and built her first gun was the fondest moment in his long life. Fixing her broken nose after she won her first drunken brawl was the proudest moment of his long life. The realization that she was an adult after barely more than a decade was the scariest moment of his long life. A sense of death and time that he had never felt before or sense. Likewise Rebecca loved Korbin as a father. He was the first person to ever provide true safety and stability, something she would always be grateful for. However, time’s arrow marches ever onward. As Rebecca grew into adulthood, her desire for adventure and knowledge beyond the borders of hold, of the wastes. There were numerous differences between the gunsmithing of Alenkenstar and Dongun Hold. What differences were there in other lands? In other planes? And so Rebecca set off for adventure and knowledge. A long, winding road full of mystery, discovery, danger, and more eventually led her to the realm of her ancestry; the demonic abyss. Specifically, the city of Alushinyrra in the Midnight Isles. The city indeed had all manor of firearms, and far more advanced technology that Rebecca could hardly understand. However, all things had a cost in Alushinyrra, and there was no central repository of knowledge or training. This, combined with the overall chaotic nature of the realm, has made it clear that her stay in the city could be quite extended. It is for this reason that Rebecca has teamed with fellow mortal visitors in running a business that was part tavern, part import/export.
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