How does this look so far? I wasn't sure what Dragon gods were out there, so I just kept things generic. If I made errors, please feel free to point them out, I am still new at this whole thing.
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[B]Name:[/B] Syronus Scartail
[B]Class:[/B] None yet
[B]Race:[/B] Lizardfolk
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral
[B]Deity:[/B] Undecided
[B]Str:[/B] 18 +4 (10p.) [B]Level:[/B] 3 [B]XP:[/B] ???
[B]Dex:[/B] 14 +2 (06p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 22 (1d8+03)
[B]Con:[/B] 16 +3 (06p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +5 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] XX/XXXX
[B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (06p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] XX
[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (02p.) [B]Init:[/B] +6 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +X
[B]Cha:[/B] 08 -1 (00p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -0 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 05%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +0 +1 +2 +0 +5 +0 18
[B]Touch:[/B] 12 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 16
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 0 +3 +3
[B]Ref:[/B] 3 +2 +5
[B]Will:[/B] 0 +0 +0
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Claw(x2) +4 1d4+4 20-20x2
Bite +4 1d4+4 20-20x2
Long Spear +4 1d8+6 20-20x3
MW Spear* +5 1d8+6 20-20x3
Shortspear(x5)** +4 1d6+4 20-20x2
Light Crossbow +2 1d8+0 19-20x2
MW Lgt Stl Sheild +4 1d3+4 20-20x2
*Spear ranged attack bonus is +3
**shortspear ranged attack bonus is +2
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Draconic, Orc
[B]Abilities:[/B] Hold Breath (Syronus can hold his breath for a number of rounds equal to four times its Constitution score before he risks drowning)
[B]Feats:[/B] Improved Initiative
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 15 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 5/2.5
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Balance 5 +2 +4 =11
Jump 5 +4 +4 =13
Swim 5 +4 +4 =13
*All other skills are untrained
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Masterwork spear 302gp 06 lb
Longspear 05gp 09 lb
Shortspear(x5) 05gp 05 lb
Light Crossbow 35gp 04 lb
Bolts(x50) 05gp 05 lb
lgt stl MW shield 309gp 06 lb
Trail Rations(x5) 25sp 05 lb
Backpack 02gp 02 lb
Waterskin(x10) 10gp 40 lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B]82lb [B]Money:[/B] 2026gp 75sp XXcp
[B]Light Medium Heavy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] >100 lbs 101-200 201-300 300 301-600
[B]Age:[/B] 25
[B]Height:[/B] 7'04"
[B]Weight:[/B] 260 lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Amber
[B]Hair:[/B] N/A
[B]Skin:[/B] Dark green
Appearance:
Syronus had a rather intimidating appearance, standing at a height well above many of the other humanoids, besides those of giant-ilk. His scales shone faintly during bright sunlight, with dull lines traced at strange angles across his body. Further study or questioning of the being would reveal that these were scars from various encounters with both beasts, beastmen and the 'civilized' races. His tail in particular was heavily scarred moreso than the rest of his body.
He moved effortlessly, despite being larger than the typical Lizardfolk, his muscles rippling visible beneath his scales, unobscured by manufactured armor. This 'savage' seemed to be bristling with weapons, with points of spear and bolt sticking about his frame at various angles. To complete the look, Syronus sported a pair of amber eyes, with slitted pupils, like other reptiles. All in all, Syronus could be a rather intimidating brute, if he felt the need.
Background:
Syronus hailed from a tribe of Lizardfolk living in the swamps to the south, having migrated to less frigid and hostile climes to people of his ilk after their release 500 years ago. Syronus tribe itself was not too far from a few human settlements, in a swamp many humans superstitiously believed was haunted. As a result, many a human would lash out and think later when stumbling across a large creature, frequently attacking the Lizardfolk of the area.
When his people retaliated in kind, the human would run away, screaming of monsters. Of course, after a few years the 'civilized' human populace formed into a mob and invaded the swamps, hunting down the monsters to 'save' their village once and for all. The result was a slaughter. The Lizardfolk were much more adjusted to the swamps, but the humans had much greater numbers. His people fought well, but eventually Scartail had no choice but to leave his homeland and free himself from the bloodstained swamp he once called home.
Syronus had made a vow to himself to become stronger so that if those he cared about were in danger again, he'd be able to tear the oppressor to pieces. Syronus prayed that night, to all of the dragon-gods that would hear him. He prayed that they would grace him with what he needed to emulate them. As Syronus traveled, more and more he realized that dragons were the prime example of the perfect being. No one went in mobs to kill a 'tribe' of dragons... that'd be insanity. Not only were they wiser than almost any other race, but they were just as cunning and magnificently powerful, both physically and in the arcane.
He traveled westward, aimlessly rather, until one day he was captured by a group of slavers. He'd been chained in his sleep. Syronus simply took the slavers by surprise, breaking his bonds and dispatching his captors, looting their corpses before moving on. All of this made him sick of 'civilized' folk, but he knew not where else to go.
Eventually, Syronus made his way to a village called Rawee, where his presence was at the very least tolerated, if not accepted. The Lizardman wanders the village aimlessly, seeking a path towards his lofty goal: Dragonhood.[/sblock]