This would be my color of choice, unless it has already been taken...
Background:
Victor has led a life full of unfortunate occurrences. It all began when he was born, which he believes to be unfortunate enough on its own. The Infernal heritage, which had remained hidden for a great deal of time, decided to show itself with his birth. The midwife nearly dropped the child when a pair of red eyes stared out at her. From that point onward, Victor and his family were shunned by the rest of the village. They tried to make do the best they could, but eventually, the pressure grew too great for Victor’s mother and she fled town, leaving him alone with his father.
At this point, the Infernal blood asserted a bit more presence in his form, and two horns protruded from his scalp. Desperately, he and his father tried to destroy them, but to no avail. Soon after, his father fell ill, and the young boy desperately tried to plead with the others in the village to help him, but none would risk helping the devil-child. Because of this, his father passed away, leaving the young boy all alone at the age of thirteen.
But despite all of the anger and resentment shown to him by the townspeople, he himself bore no disrespect toward them. It was the demons of his ancestry that had cursed him with this fate. Vowing to destroy them all, the young boy left his village, armed only with a stolen shortsword that he had ‘borrowed’ from the town blacksmith.
For years he wandered the countryside alone, defending himself against fierce beasts with nothing more than the determination to move forward. As he grew, he developed a talent for fighting, born from necessity. Also, when he needed food or other provisions, he learned what people did and did not believe, and grew accustomed to disguising himself in the cursed world, so as to not attract attention.
As he grew in bravery, he began asking for any rumors of any devilish creatures. What rumors he found were normally just Lemures, devil servants, but once in awhile did he manage to find an Imp. Thus was his way of life, traveling about, hunting whatever devils he could find.
Money was scarce, and his travels were often filled with long periods of boredom. Normally, he practiced with his weapon, but he knew that only true combat could further temper his ability. So he set about picking up a trade of sorts. By appearing interested, he gained a bit of information about the process of making a bow, and decided to try it for himself. While his first few attempts were nothing short of embarrassing, he started to understand how it went, and eventually crafted the shortbow which he now uses.
One day, a rumor came to him about a powerful devil who resided in a long-forgotten keep. Not one to delay, the young Tiefling left as soon as he was able. The keep turned out to be nothing more than a ruined tower, but such a thing he could not pass up. Inside, he found a creature wreathed in chains, and immediately recognized it as a fairly powerful devil. Before he even had the chance to attack, though, a chain wrapped around his leg, hauling him up into the air. With the barest of efforts, it tossed him out of the tower, sending him sprawling upon the ground.
Getting to his feet, he was about to try again, when the cawing of a bird caught his ear. Confused, he turned to look as a black cloud of avian creatures descended upon him, the world becoming nothing besides loud cawing. Then there was silence. As Victor opened his eyes, he was slightly astounded to find himself in a forest of sorts. A large forest, for that matter. But where was he?
After stumbling around for what seemed like days, he happened upon a small village of dog-like humanoids. They helped him to recover, and Victor found himself slightly amused to find that he rather liked this place. He would not end his hunting of devils, but in this world, no one knew him, and seemed to accept him for what he was, not what his ancestry held. Perhaps he would like it here…
Code:
[B]Name: Victor von Blacke[/B]
[B]Class:[/B] Ranger 1
[B]Race:[/B] Tiefling
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Str:[/B] 16 +3 (10p.) [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP[/B]: 0
[B]Dex:[/B] 20 +5 (16p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 12 (1d10+2)
[B]Con:[/B] 14 +2 ( 6p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +4 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] None
[B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 ( 2p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] None
[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 ( 2p.) [B]Init:[/B] +5 [B]Spell Save:[/B] None
[B]Cha:[/B] 10 -0 ( 0p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -2 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 20%
[B]Craft Points:[/B] XXXX
[B] Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +1 +2 +7 +0 +0 +1 21
[B]Touch:[/B] 18 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 13
[B] Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 2 +2 +4
[B]Ref:[/B] 2 +5 +7
[B]Will:[/B] 0 +0 +0
[B]Notes:[/B]
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Longsword +4 1d8+3 19-20/x2
Spiked Large Shield +4 1d6+1 20/x2
Shortbow +6 1d6 20/x3
[B]Notes:[/B]
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Infernal, Dover
[B]Abilities:[/B] Darkvision 60ft, Favored Enemy: Outsider[evil],
Wild Empathy, Darkness 1/day
[B]Feats: [/B] Track, Dodge
[B]Skill Points:[/B] XX [B]Max Ranks:[/B] X/X
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Appraise 0 1 0 1
Balance 0 5 0 5
Bluff 0 2 2 4
Climb 2 3 0 5
Concentration 0 2 0 2
Craft (Bowyer) 4 1 0 5
Diplomacy 0 0 0 0
Disguise 2 0 0 2
Escape Artist 2 5 0 7
Forgery 0 1 0 1
Gather Info 0 0 0 0
Handle Animal 0 0 0 0
Heal 0 0 0 0
Hide 2 5 2 9
Intimidate 0 0 0 0
Jump 0 3 0 3
Knowledge(Planes)4 1 0 5
Listen 0 0 0 0
Move Silently 2 5 0 7
Open Lock 1 5 0 6
Perform 0 0 0 0
Ride 0 5 0 5
Search 0 0 0 0
Sense Motive 0 0 0 0
Sleight of Hand 1 5 0 6
Speak Language 2 n/a 0 Infernal, Dover
Spot 0 0 0 0
Survival 4 0 0 4
Swim 0 3 0 3
Tumble 1 5 0 6
Use Rope 1 5 0 6
[B]Notes:[/B]
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Longsword 15gp 4lb
Shortbow 3000gp 2lb
Arrows (20) 1gp 3lb
Dagger 2gp 1lb
Padded Armor 5gp 10lb
Spk Heavy Wooden Shield 17gp 15lb
Artisan's Tools 2gp 5lb
Belt Pouch 1gp .5lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B] 40.5lb [B]Money:[/B] 27gp Xsp Xcp
[B] Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 76 153 230 460 1150
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Height:[/B] 5' 11"
[B]Weight:[/B] 175 lbs
[B]Eyes:[/B] Red
[B]Hair:[/B] Black
[B]Skin:[/B] Fair, with red undertonesBackground:
Victor has led a life full of unfortunate occurrences. It all began when he was born, which he believes to be unfortunate enough on its own. The Infernal heritage, which had remained hidden for a great deal of time, decided to show itself with his birth. The midwife nearly dropped the child when a pair of red eyes stared out at her. From that point onward, Victor and his family were shunned by the rest of the village. They tried to make do the best they could, but eventually, the pressure grew too great for Victor’s mother and she fled town, leaving him alone with his father.
At this point, the Infernal blood asserted a bit more presence in his form, and two horns protruded from his scalp. Desperately, he and his father tried to destroy them, but to no avail. Soon after, his father fell ill, and the young boy desperately tried to plead with the others in the village to help him, but none would risk helping the devil-child. Because of this, his father passed away, leaving the young boy all alone at the age of thirteen.
But despite all of the anger and resentment shown to him by the townspeople, he himself bore no disrespect toward them. It was the demons of his ancestry that had cursed him with this fate. Vowing to destroy them all, the young boy left his village, armed only with a stolen shortsword that he had ‘borrowed’ from the town blacksmith.
For years he wandered the countryside alone, defending himself against fierce beasts with nothing more than the determination to move forward. As he grew, he developed a talent for fighting, born from necessity. Also, when he needed food or other provisions, he learned what people did and did not believe, and grew accustomed to disguising himself in the cursed world, so as to not attract attention.
As he grew in bravery, he began asking for any rumors of any devilish creatures. What rumors he found were normally just Lemures, devil servants, but once in awhile did he manage to find an Imp. Thus was his way of life, traveling about, hunting whatever devils he could find.
Money was scarce, and his travels were often filled with long periods of boredom. Normally, he practiced with his weapon, but he knew that only true combat could further temper his ability. So he set about picking up a trade of sorts. By appearing interested, he gained a bit of information about the process of making a bow, and decided to try it for himself. While his first few attempts were nothing short of embarrassing, he started to understand how it went, and eventually crafted the shortbow which he now uses.
One day, a rumor came to him about a powerful devil who resided in a long-forgotten keep. Not one to delay, the young Tiefling left as soon as he was able. The keep turned out to be nothing more than a ruined tower, but such a thing he could not pass up. Inside, he found a creature wreathed in chains, and immediately recognized it as a fairly powerful devil. Before he even had the chance to attack, though, a chain wrapped around his leg, hauling him up into the air. With the barest of efforts, it tossed him out of the tower, sending him sprawling upon the ground.
Getting to his feet, he was about to try again, when the cawing of a bird caught his ear. Confused, he turned to look as a black cloud of avian creatures descended upon him, the world becoming nothing besides loud cawing. Then there was silence. As Victor opened his eyes, he was slightly astounded to find himself in a forest of sorts. A large forest, for that matter. But where was he?
After stumbling around for what seemed like days, he happened upon a small village of dog-like humanoids. They helped him to recover, and Victor found himself slightly amused to find that he rather liked this place. He would not end his hunting of devils, but in this world, no one knew him, and seemed to accept him for what he was, not what his ancestry held. Perhaps he would like it here…
