<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ptDFgXk.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Kayla<br/><strong>Aliases/Titles:</strong> None<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Human Variant<br/><strong>Background:</strong> Folk Hero<br/><strong>Background:</strong> When Kayla she was young, she had fallen deathly ill. Her parents, poor and desperate, brought her to a nearby temple of Aveen. They healed her, saved her life, but at a price. One day, the priests said, she would be called to give back what she was given. A task or a quest, big or small, as Aveen decided. But Kayla would have no choice but to do it, expend her life to do so if needed. Kayla had never been told of the deal that had been made that day and even her parents had nearly forgotten it as nothing happened over the years. Instead, they rejoiced at having their daughter back. And yet, something had changed. There was something new in Kayla. A sort of... restlessness. She took to swinging a stick she had found, as children sometimes do. But she never stopped. As she grew bigger and stronger, her small stick grew into a larger one. Then a practice sword. Then a real one. Though at first, it had only been to sate the strange need that had grown inside her, an hour of practice a day seemingly enough to do so and allow her to get on with her other tasks, there was still this sense that this was all for some much greater purpose.<br/><br/>One night, a night that should have been like any other, Kayla found herself overwhelmed by powerful dreams. The details were lost upon waking, except for one thing: there was a place she had to go, a person she had to protect. Outside her door armour and weapons she had never seen had been placed by persons unknown. They were for her, she knew. This was what she had unknowingly been training for all this time. Before she knew, she had put the armour on, set the weapons at her side and was marching away from everything she had ever known and towards a person she didn't yet know and yet had a sudden and fierce desire to protect.<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br/><strong>Class | Subclass:</strong> Fighter | Cavalier<br/><strong>Level | Proficiency Bonus:</strong> 3 | +2<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 31<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 19<br/><strong>SP:</strong> 30<br/><br/><strong>STR:</strong> 18 | +4 | +6<br/><strong>DEX:</strong> 8 | -1 | -1<br/><strong>CON:</strong> 16 | +3 | +5<br/><strong>INT:</strong> 14 | +2 | +2<br/><strong>WIS:</strong> 12 | +1 | +1<br/><strong>CHA:</strong> 15 | +2 | +2<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Proficiencies</strong></span><br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Animal Handling, Athletics, Insight, Perception, Persuation, Survival<br/><strong>Tools:</strong> Cook's Utensils, Vehicles (Land)<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Dwarvish<br/><strong>Armor:</strong> Light, Medium, Heavy<br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Simple, Martial<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Traits and Features</strong></span><br/><strong>Racial Traits:</strong> Variant Bonus Skill and Feat<br/><br/><strong>Background Features:</strong> Rustic Hospitality<br/><br/><strong>Class Features:</strong> Fighting Style (Defense), Second Wind (1d10+3), Action Surge<br/><br/><strong>Subclass Features:</strong> Born to the Saddle, Unwavering Mark<br/><br/><strong>Feats:</strong> Heavy Armor Mastery     </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Attacks</strong></span><br/><strong>Longsword</strong> | +6 | 1D8 + 4 Slashing | Melee<br/><strong>Handaxe</strong> | +6 | 1D6 + 4 Slashing | 20/60 </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Equipment, Inventory, and Wealth</strong></span><br/><strong>PP:</strong><br/><strong>GP:</strong> 10<br/><strong>SP:</strong><br/><strong>CP:</strong>     </span></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Item Slots</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Head:</strong> (Insert slotted items and their effects or unique traits here)<br/><strong>Body:</strong> Chain Mail<br/><strong>Main Hand:</strong> Long Sword<br/><strong>Off Hand:</strong> Shield<br/><strong>Neck:</strong><br/><strong>Back:</strong><br/><strong>Gloves:</strong><br/><strong>Right Hand Ring:</strong><br/><strong>Left Hand Ring:</strong><br/><strong>Waist:</strong><br/><strong>Feet:</strong><br/><strong>Mount:</strong>     <br/><br/><strong>Attunement:</strong>0/3 </span></span></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></span><ul class="bbc_list"><li>2 Handaxes</li><li>Cook's Utensils</li><li>Shovel</li><li>Iron Pot</li><li>Backpack</li><li>Bedroll</li><li>Mess Kit</li><li>Tinderbox</li><li>10 Torches</li><li>10 Days of Rations</li><li>Waterskin</li><li>50 feet of Hempen Rope</li><li>Common clothes</li><li>Belt Pouch</li><li></li></ul> [/font][/size]</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Goals, Fears, and Secrets</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Goals:</strong> Find the person she seeks and protect them with her life<br/><strong>Fears:</strong> The strange power that guides her steps<br/><strong>Secrets:</strong> As far as she can recall, Kayla has had strange dreams and fantasies about something that shouldn't exist: a woman, but with a penis. A secret kept even from her: When she was young, in exchange for saving her life, Kayla was was made into a pact-child of Aveen. From that point on, the pact's magic compelled her to prepare for and embark on any one task or quest that Aveen would have for her. The armour she's currently wearing, she find extremely, embarrassingly revealing. And yet, since she found it at her front door, she hasn't been able to imagine wearing any other.</span></span> </div></div><br/></div>