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Ritsar
Ritsar, Litorian Hunter
Litorian, 3rd-lvl Litorian
(medium Humanoid)
True Name: Siem
Hit Dice: 3d8+6 (24)
Initiative: +4
Speed:40ft
Armor Class: 17 (+4 Dex, +3 MW Studded Leather Jack)
Base Attack/Grapple: +3/ +5
Attack: Halfspear +5 1d6+2 x3 20ft; or Bite +5 1d6+2; or Javelin +7 1d6+2 x2 30ft
Space/Reach: 5x5/5
Sqecial Qualities: Low-Light Vision, Scent, Bite
Saves: Fort- +5, Ref- +7, Will- +0
Abilities: Str-14, Dex-18, Con-14, Int-12, Wis-9, Cha-10
Languages: Common, Litorian, Rhodin
Skills: Sneak - +10, Wilderness Survival - +7, Spot - +2, Listen - +2, Search - +5
Feats: Light Sleeper, Intuitive Sense, Track
Description: Ritsar is a 6'5", 195 pound litorian. He has golden fur covering most of his body while he sports a full brown mane carefully braided so it is secured during battle. Dark brown irises frame narrow pupils. Cloathed in loose light green tunic and skirt, Ritsar wears a somewhat worn in leather jack with small metal rings sewn in to the armor.
Personality:
Our choices make us who we are. Personal responsibility is very important to Ritsar. He is somewhat haunted by the loss of his friend. It is the first time he has had to deal with the death of a friend. Ritsar is, in general, caring and trusting. Respect is given and lost not earned. Forgiveness comes very hard for Ritsar.
History:
His life started like any other, he grew up to be a hunter for the tribe. He excelled and grew in his natural abilities gaining respect among the tribe. That respect was lost the day he survived and the greenbond’s apprentice, Charon, died. Charon and Ritsar, two young litorians, were set upon by rhodin when out collecting herbs from the forest. The two ran from the much larger rabble of beast-men. Charon fell to an unlucky blow. Ritsar wears the trinket Charon gave him upon his naming day and holds the memory of his lost friend very dear.
When Ritsar returned to the tribe and told his story in the full and unchanged detail, those that subscribed to a new religion spreading across the plains branded him a coward. Remembering the legends told of the great litorian Seirem and his triumph over the dreaded heart of night. Ritsar gathered his things together and set out for the small village in the woods to prove his worth.
Stuff: MW Studded Leather Jack, Halfspear, 10 Javelins, Dagger, Map of region, Case for map, Waterskin, Backpack, Adveturers outfit, Bedroll, Flint and steel, whetstone, 2 sunrods, 5 tindertwigs, 2 Trail rations, Amber enshrined claw set on a silver chain(family heirloom)(60gp)
24 gp, 8 sp, 4 cp
Ritsar, Litorian Hunter
Litorian, 3rd-lvl Litorian
(medium Humanoid)
True Name: Siem
Hit Dice: 3d8+6 (24)
Initiative: +4
Speed:40ft
Armor Class: 17 (+4 Dex, +3 MW Studded Leather Jack)
Base Attack/Grapple: +3/ +5
Attack: Halfspear +5 1d6+2 x3 20ft; or Bite +5 1d6+2; or Javelin +7 1d6+2 x2 30ft
Space/Reach: 5x5/5
Sqecial Qualities: Low-Light Vision, Scent, Bite
Saves: Fort- +5, Ref- +7, Will- +0
Abilities: Str-14, Dex-18, Con-14, Int-12, Wis-9, Cha-10
Languages: Common, Litorian, Rhodin
Skills: Sneak - +10, Wilderness Survival - +7, Spot - +2, Listen - +2, Search - +5
Feats: Light Sleeper, Intuitive Sense, Track
Description: Ritsar is a 6'5", 195 pound litorian. He has golden fur covering most of his body while he sports a full brown mane carefully braided so it is secured during battle. Dark brown irises frame narrow pupils. Cloathed in loose light green tunic and skirt, Ritsar wears a somewhat worn in leather jack with small metal rings sewn in to the armor.
Personality:
Our choices make us who we are. Personal responsibility is very important to Ritsar. He is somewhat haunted by the loss of his friend. It is the first time he has had to deal with the death of a friend. Ritsar is, in general, caring and trusting. Respect is given and lost not earned. Forgiveness comes very hard for Ritsar.
History:
His life started like any other, he grew up to be a hunter for the tribe. He excelled and grew in his natural abilities gaining respect among the tribe. That respect was lost the day he survived and the greenbond’s apprentice, Charon, died. Charon and Ritsar, two young litorians, were set upon by rhodin when out collecting herbs from the forest. The two ran from the much larger rabble of beast-men. Charon fell to an unlucky blow. Ritsar wears the trinket Charon gave him upon his naming day and holds the memory of his lost friend very dear.
When Ritsar returned to the tribe and told his story in the full and unchanged detail, those that subscribed to a new religion spreading across the plains branded him a coward. Remembering the legends told of the great litorian Seirem and his triumph over the dreaded heart of night. Ritsar gathered his things together and set out for the small village in the woods to prove his worth.
Stuff: MW Studded Leather Jack, Halfspear, 10 Javelins, Dagger, Map of region, Case for map, Waterskin, Backpack, Adveturers outfit, Bedroll, Flint and steel, whetstone, 2 sunrods, 5 tindertwigs, 2 Trail rations, Amber enshrined claw set on a silver chain(family heirloom)(60gp)
24 gp, 8 sp, 4 cp
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