Character Sheet (Work in Progress):
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Description:
[SBLOCK]With shoulders rolled forward a bit, giving him a hunched look, Skarg is actually taller than he looks. Standing at 5'10" and 190lbs, he's thick with muscle and looks like he's thick of head to match. With a thick brow, beedy eyes that seem slightly too close together, and large tusks protruding from his bottom lip, you'd think him borderline neanderthal. Surprisingly, though, he's rather articulate and keen of mind.
Both his hair and eyes are jet black with thick eyebrows to match. He keeps his face well shaven, not due to any sense of vanity, but because it itches otherwise, which is annoying when you're trying to stay hidden and still. His chin is tall and points out a bit giving his thick jaw a feral look. His nose is pushed up into his face displaying his rather huge nostrils.
His skin could be compared to a toad's, being a brownish green in hue and a bit bumpy besides. He relies on his fingers to do a lot of his work, so his hands are well kept.
His typical attire consists of well oiled dark brown leather armor, a short sword just peaking out over his right shoulder, strapped to a bandolier that goes diagonally down his torso, a hand crossbow hanging from his left hip and a dagger strapped to his right thigh. On the rare occasions that he's not in this outfit (he figures when you look like him, you don't exactly need a nice set of evening wear), he's wearing a simple linen tunic with breeches and soft leather boots.[/sblock]
Origin (Work in Progress):
Joining the Watch:
[sblock]“By the gods, you’re ugly.”
“Ya, wanna cuddle?”
Watchmaster Flim Silversun laughs at the newcomer’s sarcastic reply.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Skarghash”
“Scar gash? Seems appropriate...”
“No. Skarg hash.”
“How ‘bout I just call you Skarg?”
“Fine with me” Skarg shrugs
“So, why you want to work on the watch?”
“Because daddy didn’t love me so I’m looking for a new father figure. Can I call you dad?”
“Ok, look. I appreciate a good sense of humor, but I won’t tolerate insubordination. I’ll need you to follow orders, not make snide comments every time someone tells you to do something. Lives depend on it”
Skarg sighs “Fine. I came to Q’Barra with an adventuring company out of Great Crag. They’re dead now, lizards got ‘em, and I’ve got less than a gold piece to my name. Regardless of what you may or may not think, I’m no petty thief looking to rob people of their precious knick knacks, nor am I some alley dwelling cut purse. So in lieu of those things, I need a job. I don’t know anything about farming, smithing, crafting, or anything else. I know how to stab people when they aren’t looking, am pretty good at scouting without being seen, and know my way around locks and traps. Not your standard set of skills, I admit, but I’m hoping the Watch can make use of them since I’m out of options.”
“So, you’re a thief with a conscience.”
“Whatever. Look, you want me or not?”
“You’re in luck on that front. Well, luck being a relative term. I need every able hand I can get. Go see Citen Boggs and tell him I sent you.”
“Got it.” Skarg says. As he turns to leave, the Watchmaster says “Oh, and don’t steal anything or I’ll feed you to those lizards that got your friends.”
Skarg sighs and leaves.
That was a year ago and Skarg’s been on the watch ever since. He’s usually out scouting, spying on suspected local criminals or anything else the Watch needs done that doesn’t require face time with the locals.
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[B]Name:[/B] Skarghash
[B]Class:[/B] Rogue
[B]Level:[/B] 2
[B]Race:[/B] Half Orc
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] N
[B]Str:[/B] 16 +3 (6p.) [B]Level:[/B] 2 [B]XP:[/B] 1000 /3000
[B]Dex:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 12
[B]Con:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] ?? [B]Dmg Red:[/B] 0
[B]Int:[/B] 14 +2 (10p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] 0
[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Init:[/B] +2 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +0
[B]Cha:[/B] 6 -2 (0p.) [B]ACP:[/B] ?? [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 10%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +2 +0 +2 +0 +0 +0 14
[B]Touch:[/B] 12 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 10
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 0 +1 +1
[B]Ref:[/B] 3 +2 +5
[B]Will:[/B] 0 +0 +0
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Hand Crossbow (30') +3 1d4 19-20x2
Short Sword +4 1d6 19-20x2
Dagger(10') +4 1d4 19-20x2
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Orc, Goblin, Draconic
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Sneak Attack +1d6
Trapfinding
Evasion
Darkvision 60ft.
[B]Feats:[/B] Nimble Fingers, Skill Focus Disable Device, Skill Focus Open Lock
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 50 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 5/2.5
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Balance 2 +2 +4
Disable Device 5 +2 +5 +12
Hide 5 +2 +7
KN: Local 5 +2 +7
Listen 5 +5
Move Silently 5 +2 +7
Open Lock 5 +2 +5 +12
Search 5 +2 +7
Sense Motive 4 +4
Spot 5 +5
Tumble 4 +2 +6
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
[B]Total Weight:[/B]??lb [B]Money:[/B] ??gp ??sp ??cp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 76 153 230 230 1150
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Height:[/B] 5'10"
[B]Weight:[/B] 190lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Black
[B]Hair:[/B] Black
[B]Skin:[/B] Brownish GreenDescription:
[SBLOCK]With shoulders rolled forward a bit, giving him a hunched look, Skarg is actually taller than he looks. Standing at 5'10" and 190lbs, he's thick with muscle and looks like he's thick of head to match. With a thick brow, beedy eyes that seem slightly too close together, and large tusks protruding from his bottom lip, you'd think him borderline neanderthal. Surprisingly, though, he's rather articulate and keen of mind.
Both his hair and eyes are jet black with thick eyebrows to match. He keeps his face well shaven, not due to any sense of vanity, but because it itches otherwise, which is annoying when you're trying to stay hidden and still. His chin is tall and points out a bit giving his thick jaw a feral look. His nose is pushed up into his face displaying his rather huge nostrils.
His skin could be compared to a toad's, being a brownish green in hue and a bit bumpy besides. He relies on his fingers to do a lot of his work, so his hands are well kept.
His typical attire consists of well oiled dark brown leather armor, a short sword just peaking out over his right shoulder, strapped to a bandolier that goes diagonally down his torso, a hand crossbow hanging from his left hip and a dagger strapped to his right thigh. On the rare occasions that he's not in this outfit (he figures when you look like him, you don't exactly need a nice set of evening wear), he's wearing a simple linen tunic with breeches and soft leather boots.[/sblock]
Origin (Work in Progress):
Joining the Watch:
[sblock]“By the gods, you’re ugly.”
“Ya, wanna cuddle?”
Watchmaster Flim Silversun laughs at the newcomer’s sarcastic reply.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Skarghash”
“Scar gash? Seems appropriate...”
“No. Skarg hash.”
“How ‘bout I just call you Skarg?”
“Fine with me” Skarg shrugs
“So, why you want to work on the watch?”
“Because daddy didn’t love me so I’m looking for a new father figure. Can I call you dad?”
“Ok, look. I appreciate a good sense of humor, but I won’t tolerate insubordination. I’ll need you to follow orders, not make snide comments every time someone tells you to do something. Lives depend on it”
Skarg sighs “Fine. I came to Q’Barra with an adventuring company out of Great Crag. They’re dead now, lizards got ‘em, and I’ve got less than a gold piece to my name. Regardless of what you may or may not think, I’m no petty thief looking to rob people of their precious knick knacks, nor am I some alley dwelling cut purse. So in lieu of those things, I need a job. I don’t know anything about farming, smithing, crafting, or anything else. I know how to stab people when they aren’t looking, am pretty good at scouting without being seen, and know my way around locks and traps. Not your standard set of skills, I admit, but I’m hoping the Watch can make use of them since I’m out of options.”
“So, you’re a thief with a conscience.”
“Whatever. Look, you want me or not?”
“You’re in luck on that front. Well, luck being a relative term. I need every able hand I can get. Go see Citen Boggs and tell him I sent you.”
“Got it.” Skarg says. As he turns to leave, the Watchmaster says “Oh, and don’t steal anything or I’ll feed you to those lizards that got your friends.”
Skarg sighs and leaves.
That was a year ago and Skarg’s been on the watch ever since. He’s usually out scouting, spying on suspected local criminals or anything else the Watch needs done that doesn’t require face time with the locals.
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