| Occupation Bounty hunter, monster hunter, mercenary |
Slayer cursed by dragon's blood, she drunk too deep to slake her thirst for power. Her form is now unrecognizable from what she once was, cursed to forever see the beast she felled in her reflection.
Appearance
Raktageirr is not beastkin by birth, as some might assume. A hulking monster covered head to toe in scales, her body is now more draconic than human. Though she doesn't utterly dwarf most people like the great dragons, who could sweep aside a dozen men with a sweep of its tail, she towers over many. Though transformed, Raktageirr's new form affords her some benefits, including natural armor and strength.
Personality
Once boisterous, gregarious, and proud, Raktageirr has crafted a persona of consummate professionalism, which is aided by her reptilian countenance being difficult for many others to read. In truth, she is unused to her current form, so she does not know how to convey her thoughts and feelings as she once did. At times, she can be awkward in trying to express herself, but this often passes the notice of most she converses with. However, it is something that beastkin might be able to pick up on this more easily. Raktageirr is cautious to open up to others, but she can be a good friend to others once she knows them well enough, being perfectly willing to lend an ear to listen to their problems and provide support as best she can.
While she was a warrior long before she was cursed, she seeks battle for different reasons than she did before she was cursed. Once, she sought fame and glory, hoping for her story to be told in song for generations to come. She desired to do good by her loved ones, to defend them from threats and bring honor to her family. The dragon's curse warped this into a craving for bloodshed in and of itself. Raktageirr is well aware of this stark difference from her past self. She feels guilt and delight in equal measure, addicted to violence while also desiring to temper her beastly nature.
She enjoyed singing before her transformation, but she is painfully shy about doing so nowadays. Raktageirr enjoys woodcarving in quieter moments.
Skills
- Swordsmanship
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Darkvision, though at the cost of being more sensitive to bright light
- Fire breath: although the dragon's blood gave her the ability to breathe fire, she is loath to use it for the simple fact that it burns her as well as her foes. Every plume of flame she exhales leaves her with painful blisters and burns. She can breathe a cone of flame up to 15 feet (4.6 meters) ahead of her. Additionally, her spilt blood is scalding hot, which is not only painful to foes but also to herself.
- Berserker: pain, fear, anger, and excitement increase the risk of provoking uncontrollable, violent fury. Though she can seemingly ignore pain in this state, with her mind clouded by bloodlust, she loses her ability to reason. As such, she may risk her life in her killing spree, unable to determine when to fall back. Most often, this occurs in the heat of battle. As such, it is especially critical to end encounters swiftly to minimize the risk.
- First aid
