<hr/><strong>CC APPROVED:</strong>Yes<br/><strong>SHEET APPROVED:</strong>Yes<br/><strong>PLEASE CHECK:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Sresk.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>SRESK</strong></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446598)<br/><hr/><em>Race:</em>Werecrocodile-kin Skinwalker<em>Class:</em>Scaled Fist Unchained Monk (1), Rageshaper Bloodrager (3)<br/><br/><em>Brief History:</em>Deep in a massive swamp lies a rotted and falling apart monastery, the few ancient monks unable to keep the facility intact no matter how much work they put in. It's here that Sresk was found floating in a basket and taken in despite them knowing where she was from and what that meant. Before it's fall and decay the monastery had served a brass dragon that sought to purify the swamp and it's rather foul occupants and while that task had failed the monks raised Sresk as they would any other disciple.  With training, chores, and many stories and moral tales as they sought to let nurture overwhelm nature A task hindered by her lethargic and not very bright nature. It was near her twelfth year that age claimed the last of the monks and left her alone. Burying the last of her family she headed out of the swamps, her trail erratic as she got lost constantly only to wander into an ambush by goblins. Her skills unable to counter the wild horde she was beaten down until a wild rage washed her trained calmness away, maw clamping down on goblin flesh even as her growing scales helped to turn their shoddy blades away. Staggering away from the battle site she made her way out of the swamp and roamed until a shaman from a nomadic tribe found her. For several years she traveled with the tribe using fist, fang, and claw to help protect them while the shaman helped her control the rage sparking within her. When word of a new continent was heard she set off with the blessing of the tribe to seek her fortune in the new land. After all it would take a vast fortune to cleanse the swamps of her birth.<br/><br/><br/><em>Brief Personality:</em>Sluggish and not very bright with a temper that burns hot. For all that she may grumble she's a team player and used to hard work although if she gets into the water don't expect to find her for quite some time. While she seeks wealth and will do quite a bit for it she doesn't seek it purely for herself and  knowledge, especially of dragons and purification will interest her far more then gold.<br/><br/><br/><em>O/O:</em>While not a virgin she lacks much experience with sex and so desires simple things such as cuddling. While she's willing to try many things as pleasure is very nice anything involving pain is out as a drunk that tried roughhousing with her learned the hard way.<br/><br/><br/><em>Adventuring Party:</em>Sept of the Green Horizon<br/><br/><em>Connections</em><br/><br/>[X] Friend; Her later years were spent with a nomad tribe so she could have met many travelers.<br/>[X] Enemy: Rivals are always fun. Especially if it's more friendly then blood feud.<br/>[X] Other: Acquaintances and other such positions are always available.