Well Akina is built around the notion of "switch hitting' she can switch from melee to ranged and back quickly.<br/><br/>Start in ranged,  when enemies close; drop bow (free action), draw sword (free), on shield (move) and I can still attack :3<br/><br/>Anyway: here's her sheet so it's on teh board here. And I realize I have no myth-weaves for her. FUCK I'll have it up tomorrow. I just got back from a weeklong trip out of state.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://nerdsonearth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/tumblr_mnajmfr62w1rdc32mo1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Akina Nailo (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1324640)<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Half-elf<br/><strong>Class</strong>: Nirmanthi Irregular Ranger 1<br/><strong>Ability Scores: </strong>Str: 16 | Dex: 14 | Con: 14 | Int: 12 | Wis: 13 | Cha: 8<br/><strong>Traits</strong>: Armor Expert (+1 ACP), Ironfang Survivor (+2 AC vs goblinoids, 1/day gain Advantage on Intimidate, Sense Motive, or Stealth against Goblinoids)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bio &amp; Personality</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Backstory</strong>: Akina is the direct offspring of a Vudrani priestess of Erastil and an Elven Chernasardo Ranger; living amongst a group of nomadic rangers and druids in the southwestern area of Fangwood. Her life was largely normal for a half-elven child despite growing and maturing slower than her human counterparts around her, she learned that her age didn't prevent her from being a child. She used to run through the forest around wherever her group camped for the evenings, learning all she could about her surroundings. Akina quickly picked up on the survivalist and bushcraft skills her father took time how to teach her while her mother served as the group's non-druidic source of healing and succor. Akina was a happy child for many years but she also saw her fair share of hardship. <br/><br/>Sometimes the group would run into periodic bandits, imperials soldiers from Mothrune, Corrupted Fey and various other dangers. Every so often these skirmishes would claim the lives of some of their group, but these numbers were oftern replaced in a couple weeks when two small groups would join into one larger group for support and protection. The biggest threat was often the large groups of goblins or hobgoblins that periodically attacked groups to raid for the most part. Most of the time they were easily driven back and scattered either out of the forest or further in where they'd simply vanish. <br/><br/>Life turned around for Akina when she and her mother were returning from the city of Phaendar; her mother having been called there to attend a few religious duties.  The small group of merchants and rent-a-guards were ambushed by a rogue band of hobgoblins that'd taken up raiding and quickly decimated; the wagon Akina was riding in overturned with her hiding inside of an empty barrel. When she'd quietly pushed the top off, she peeked out from under the barrel to see a horrid sight; the bodies of the people they'd been traveling with hacked to pieces.  Hearing the monsters coming back, the young girl quickly ducked back into the barrel until she heard a loud scream and peered out again just in time to see the monsters throw down then rape her mother without realizin she was there. For hours Akina huddled under the overturned wagon, luckily far too heavy for them to right and find her; she listened to her mother's screams of protest. <br/><br/>When they finally stopped there was one last scream of anguish then a gurgling sigh; the poor girl was trapped where she was, the hooked dagger still buried in the woman's back. Afraid to come out, but afraid to stay lest she get found and raped as well. The next morning, when she was sure that all was quiet, she crawled out and almost immediately vomited at the sight and smell. Blood everywhere, the women left with daggers in the back and obvious signs of struggle. Worse- her mother slumped against the wagon as if trying to hold it down with her body weight and bled dry. <br/><br/>Akina, severely traumatized by the nightmarish experience simply pulled her mothers body off and hugged on it, sobbing uncontrollably, screaming for her to come back and not abandon her. Inside, Akina knew there was no possibility of that; even though her mother was a cleric, her god would not resurrect her on the simple cries of an abandoned young girl. AFter she burned out her sorrow; Akina shoved it to the back of her mind- remembering what her father taught her whenever someone else went down- she collected the small, broken holy symbol of Erastil from her mother's neck and fled. She ran as quickly as her fifteen-year-old legs would carry her toward the forest; believing that she'd run into one of the rangers in short order.<br/><br/>She'd almost get to the treeline when the marauding band of monsters showed up again to give chase; having spotted her leaving the site. Panicked and terrifed; she sprinted as hard a she could toward the trees. At that moment, a splendid white elk would burst from the trees and stomp one of the monsters before vanishing. As if the sign of the elk was a sign, a shower of arrows rained down upon the monstrosities as he father ran out to retrieve her. UPon returning to camp, she'd tell everyone of what happened. That was the day her intense hatred of all hobgoblins maniested; from that day on she devoted herself with an extreme focus upon learning everything she could about them and more importantly: how to kill them and make them suffer. <br/><br/>This would spur her to wander all over Fangwood; well the outer areas of it seeking out her favored enemy to slay. Eventually it'd drive her to stay close to Phaedar; where she considered her mother had been born and later died effectively. She takes any threat to that city seriously. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Akina's trauma changed her forever. She's gone from a happy , bubbly little girl to a someone with an acidic wit, full of mean jabs and nasty commentary; balanced out by competence in what she does and can do. Someone who's not very nice but can still get the job done and earns her Kudos that way. She grew up as a part of a small band of nomads so she's used to small group actions and can quickly build up trust with other competent people around her. But anyone that acts dumb or witless gets her derision and anyone that even conceives of sparing a goblin may end up having her shield bash them, thinking them daft.</div></div>