<div class="floatleft">(http://i746.photobucket.com/albums/xx107/ershin_album/sample_d5e3998572de977a952916871d174d006fb5a39c.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8166)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Valorie, the Living Armor (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8166)</span></span> <br/>{ Warforged Runepriest / Multiclass Shaman }<br/><strong>Init</strong> +1 <strong>HP</strong> 28/28 <strong>Bloodied</strong> 14 <strong>Healing Surge</strong> 7 (0 used /7)<br/><strong>AC</strong> 17 <strong>Fort</strong> 14 <strong>Reflex</strong> 11 <strong>Will</strong> 15 <strong>Speed</strong> 5<br/><strong>Str</strong> 18 (+4)  <strong>Con</strong> 16 (+3)  <strong>Dex</strong> 13 (+1) <strong> Int</strong> 8 (-1)  <strong>Wis</strong> 14 (+2)  <strong>Cha</strong> 10 (+0)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">Centuries ago, a group of adventurers set off in aid of a small town plagued by a rash of disappearances, folk the party eventually found were being spirited away by a foul cleric of a dark god. The identity of the deity and its servant, however, have slipped from the memories of even the oldest inhabitants of the land, and to cite one over another would merely be folly.<br/><br/>In the hide-away of the devious devout, the mercenaries found him... possibly her, in the midst of a ritual which, as they had gleamed from notebooks in the cleric's study, would grant the user immortality by devouring the essence of living humans. One of the party, an armored human named Valorie, rushed into the ritual circle, scuffing the divine runes with her boot and knocking the caster back. Though her actions had saved the lives of the captives, the ritual had neither a target for immortality, not a source to draw power from, and so the powers that be chose Valorie for both, her body crumbling to a fine dust  that clung to the interior of her armor plating.<br/><br/>Her allies quite rightly presuming her dead took up her weapon to use as a grave marker as there no longer existed a body which they could bury or resurrect, selling her suit of armor for funds to hire a priest to perform a memorial service in her honour. Of course, none remember even the names of those members who lived, though their exploits at the time won them great favor with the people of the land. Eventually the armor was sold again and again, seemingly never rusting or denting, though it was at times split apart and pieces sold serperately in hopes of a greater profit for doing so. It took many decades for what remained of Valorie's spirit to gain control of her armor, and further centuries to claw all her pieces together again. Apart, of course, from her own mighty hammer which had long been lost, taken from its resting place and had not been affected by the ritual. Those immobile pieces of armor that seemed unable to be able to move of their own accord at all, such as individual plates or belts, unlike some such as her boots which could just about hop, or gauntlets which could crawl, had to be brought back in another way.<br/><br/>It was during her time of reconstruction that Valorie had learned to project an image of what she had once been from her armor, guiding adventurers that wore her pieces along their adventures in exchange for them bringing that part of her to the rest once they were able. And now, after centuries of work, she is once more whole. It seems, however, that history is repeating itself. Vile sorcery whisking innocents away while those that escape suffering from madness. This simply would not do. Justice must be wrought.</div></div>