CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT (
Open to change if need be. I'll be new to the entire group, so if
there's a dynamic that needs to be filled I can rearrange story and
character alike to fit. This is just what iv'e come up with on my own as
I browse the book. ) Name : Kayle Mortimer Gender : Male Age : 24 Eyes : Amethyst/Azure Hair : Warm brown Core Concept : Loveable asshole. Dual wielding close combat, high burst damage. Race : Half Elf Alignment : Neutral Good Class ( Multitalented ) Rogue and Sorcerer : Destined Bloodline on his mother's side. Will work into backstory somehow IF allowed. Mythweaver Sheet: <a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=166690" rel="nofollow">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=166690</a> Backstory ( Procrastination ) Kayle
grew up in a blacksmith's home where the ring of a hammer was second to
his ears only to the sound of being smacked by large calloused palms.
His father was a gruff and wild man when he drank, which was nearly
every evening he had a few spare coppers to. " Nasty little bastard! "
He'd roar out to prepubescent Kayle, throwing him across the room for a
few filched pieces of dry meat after a month on bread and water. " Just
like your mother, a bunch of quick fingered deserters! You wanna put a
knife in me boy?! Do ya? " Seething, the man dragged Kayle to his
workshop and heated up the end of a spoon til it glowed scarlet.
Struggling with all his might, Kayle could only wiggle and scream as the
heated edge bit into the tip of his ear and carved it in a sad human
likeness. Through the pain Kayle bit down and tore a chunk out of his
father's hand and bolted straight out of town, stopping only long enough
to pick up the satchel of his father's savings and a small hand painted
likeness, the only image of his mother in the entire house. Kayle
walked until his feet were blistered and the bag was empty, finally
plopping down in a destitute alley way in ( Some city here ) with little
more than starvation and death on his mind. Amidst the encroaching
darkness a gnarled hand extended to him paired with a voice like gravel
and piercing eyes. " Think this'un might be dead. " It drawled. Drawing
on the feeling of terror growing again in the pit of his stomache Kayle
remained limp until the moment that hand brushed against his shoulder,
uncoiling like a spring for an all or nothing headbutt. The world spun
and Kayle found himself biting the road. " Look'it! Little fish is still
alive and wriggling! Now now calm down little fella ain't no one gonna
hurt you here. " Those gnarled hands held him down firmly until he
stopped struggling and eventually released. Gnoll turned out to be one
of the nicer people he'd ever tried to kill. A lumpy man unfit for life
under the sun who taught Kayle to live along with the rest of his small
band underneath the night's shadow. Kayle who could lithely move about
with ease learned the tricks of his trade : Sleight of hand, picking
doors, moving with the shadows, charming and even bedding. Comfortable,
if not at odds with the city guards, Kayle often wondered why he felt a
deep and unsatisfying emptiness despite all that he had been doing with
Gnoll and his boys. One evening while Kayle stared perturbedly
at his mother's photo one of the boys chimed up behind him in surprise. "
Hey. You know the lady? " He was pointing at the picture in his hand. "
It's my mother. Iv'e never met her. " The boy's eyes went wide, his jaw
nearly dropping. " Your mother?! You mean to tell me you're related to
the Lady Dancer? Biggest bunch of shit iv'e- " Kayle stopped the boy mid
sentance and grabbed him firmly, pressing the picture to his face. "
This. This woman right here you've seen her?! " Suddenly afraid, the boy
meekly nodded. " Yah. I thought everyone remembered her. Was a big deal
when I was a youn'un, they had a parade and everything. Apparently she
don't come here too often, every ten years or so. " Kayle felt it, felt
that something empty within him sort of close on itself for the barest
of moments. His mother... he wanted to meet his mother! Kayle took
his earnings, furnished himself some adventuring equipment, gave a fond
farewell to Gnoll and his boys and prepared himself to travel the world
for what he well and truly wanted : to find out more about himself and
the mother he'd never met. His first step? A small caravan job that'd
get him out and paid, two birds with one stone. Traits Bastard You were born out of wedlock. You have always been an outsider in society, and in your own family. This perspective has sharpened your insight. Benefits: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Sense Motive checks, and Sense Motive is always a class skill for you. Tactician You know how to take advantage of enemies who are unprepared for your assault. Benefits: You gain a +1 trait bonus on initiative checks. In addition, once per day when you make an attack of opportunity , you gain a +2 trait bonus on the attack roll . Stats : Please tell me if i'm doing this right .-. Str : 10 Dex : 16 + 2 Con : 14 Int : 12 Wis : 10 Cha : 13 Equpiment : Backpack 2 GP Rope ( Hemp ) 1 G Kukri 8 GP Rapier 20 GP Leather Armor 10 GP Thieves tools 30 GP Bedroll 1 sp 7 Days Rations 35 sp Pouch Belt 1 GP Flint and Steel 1 GP 2 Torches 2 GP Caltrops 1 GP 2 Waterskins 2GP 2 Whetstones 69 GP 3 SP 6 CP :o
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