NAME: Caoco
GENDER: Female
CLASS: Fighter (Possibly Berserker)
STATS: (Draft)
STR: 17
DEX: 16
CON: 14
INT: 15
WIS: 10
CHA: 13
Caoco…A vicious, Blood-thirsty killer…a chaotic and evil woman wandering seemingly aimlessly across Faerun. Her dark origins are as hidden as she can manage, her dark temperament not nearly as controlled.
Her origin…Born amidst the flames of Baator, she fled the city in youth and, with the help of her half-sister…found her way to the city of doors. From there she tells nothing, but that she eventually found her way to the Material Plane…Faerun. In her youth, she was scorned and feared, for her devilish wings and aura frightened many common folk. She retreated to the wilderness. There, she committed to plotting and fantasizing…her ‘half-sister’ and her ‘father’. There power and station barred her from the Nine Hells…and the power rightfully hers to share…but share she would not. One day she would over-throw them. One day, she would slaughter them…but over time she realized, why stop there? She could rise further. She could descend the layers of Baator and destroy everything…and with the right tools and enough power…usurp Asmodeus himself. The Nine Hells all to herself. Could it be possible to dethrone he who has never been dethroned? She fantasized it to no end.
A fools errend…ambition that would end in disaster. An insane proposition…but what if she could? What if she gathered all the power she could across the planes, all the allys she could muster, all she could grasp…could she do it?
Avernus, Dis, Minauros, Phlegethos, Stygia, Malgolge, Maladomini, Cania…Nessus.
But it would start in Phlegethos. Her father and “sister” would taste her wrath first and foremost. As far as Caoco was concerned, their time in power was limited. She just needed the means.
In order to find those means, she needed to blend in. Her wings…given to her from her Erinyes mother… were useful...but they were also cumbersome and reeked of brimstone no matter how much she washed them or tried to mask the odor. Finally, in desperation, she cut them off herself. She writhed in pain for days as she slowly cut through the bone, the difficulty unfathomable as she cut very nearly out of reach. At last, one by one they fell upon the ground. Through tears of pain, she smiled in triumph. Now she could walk among the mortals undetected and left to herself.
However, there was another sign she could not remove. Her…heels. Her birth defect. Her perfect imperfection. She had to hide it…but how?
In her mother’s womb, Caoco’s fibula overgrew. The back bone grew beyond the front and extended through her ankle and heel, protruding from the skin. As a result, she walked on the balls of her feet…and her bone as a makeshift heel. It was attempted to cut it off, but strangely it grew back…and continues to grow. Every now and again, Caoco has to cut the bone down to stop it from extending so far she can’t walk.
After long suffering in oversized boots, she found a solution. She found woman that wore strange shoes that were shaped just like her mutated feet. She commissioned these shoes to be made in a way to “sheath” the bone and be comfortably padded the front. They were fashioned to appear as boots, but inside, no normal foot could wear them, not even slip inside.
As Caoco wandered Faerun in search of all the power she could grasp, she eventually found the Sword Coast…rejoicing the end of some tyranical figure ended by someone named [CHARNAME] Intrigued, she pursued information about this one, this “Hero of the Sword Coast”. Through over a month of research, she found a rumor that excited her beyond anything she had found so far upon Faerun…there were whispered rumors that the hero was the child of a God…a dead god...
Fate must have guided her to this place, for this was the opportunity she had been seeking for years. The child of a GOD? This one’s power must have been immense…and a tool worthy of being wielded.
Immediately, Caoco made plans to seek this Child of Bhaal out, but soon found that her quarry had completely disappeared. Unwilling to let opportunity slide through her fingers so easily, she scrounged together everything she had and saught powerful mage to divine a location…but the divination failed. Over and over, she spent just about everything she had amassed in pursuit.
But all efforts were in vain…until one day…
So, that's what I have so far on concept design. I'm outlining her quest now, and still pondering over romance options. So, I wouldn't mind feedback, do you think it sounds a little extreme? Or any other comments.
uhm, yeah.
Edited by Nightwoe, 18 January 2013 - 10:31 AM.