I came across a couple problems while designing the character and had to do a redisign.
Primary problem was that with only warlock levels I couldn't wear my armour, use my shield, or wield my weapon properly. heh.. SO, I made a few changes and it gave me a great backstory idea. SO, here he is.
[sblock=Michael Cale]
Michael
Human Fighter1/Warlock 2
AL: CG HT: 6'0" WT: 200 Hair: Dark Red Eyes: Green
STR: 16 (+3) [10 points]
DEX: 16 (+3) [10 points]
CON: 10 (+1) [2 points]
INT: 10 (+0) [2 points]
WIS: 10 (+0) [2 points]
CHA: 12 (+1) [4 points]
HP: 22 (1d10+2d6) AC: 22 (10 base + 3 dex + 6 armour + 3 Shield)
Saves: FORT: +2 (2 base + 0 con) REF: +3 (0 base + 3 dex) WILL: +3 (3 base + 0 wis)
Init: +3 Movement: 20'
Bab: 2
Attacks:
Eldritch Spear: +5 (Touch), 2d6 dmg, 250' range
Maul: + 7, 1d10+3 dmg (Crit X3)
Hideous Blow +7, 1d10+2d6+3 dmg, Standard Action.
Skills(Total/Ranks):[18 Points] Knowledge: Planes(+5/5), Intimidate(+7/6), Tumble(+4/1cc), Use Magic Device(+6/5)
Feats: [3] Weapon Focus: Maul, Power Attack, Expertise, Battle Caster, Practiced Caster
Class Features: Eldritch Blast 2d6, 2 Invocations(Least), Detect Magic
Invocations: Hideous Blow, Entropic Warding
Languages: Common
Equipment:
+1 BreastPlate (1,350 GP)
MW Maul (315 gp)
1035 gp (Planning on buying a wand and/or some scrolls. Suggestions?)
Background:
Michael Cale was 12 when his father, Charles, started training him to join his mercenary band. Michael soon became a competent soldier, and by the time he was 16, was a member of his father's mercenary brigade, the Bronze Warriors.
They fought several battles alongside each other until during one such fight a few years later Michael was seriously injured protecting a village from some maurading lizardmen based in a nearby swamp. When the Bronze Warriors went into the swamp to finish them off, Michael was forced to stay behind in the village. Days passed and nothing came out of the swamp. The young warrior became restless, but his caretakers refused to let him chase after his friends and father. Finally, nearly a week later, a man was brought back from the edge of the swamp. Farmers had found him crawling towards the village and brought him to the healers cabin. When they lay the man in the bed next to him, Michael recognized him as a friend and fellow Bronze Warrior.
As Michael approached, the mans eyes opened wide, locking onto Michaels, and he sat up like a bolt of lightning had just struck him. "Trap... It was.. a trap. They're dead... He's dead, Mike.. Please, you must..." And then, with a final gasp, the last of Michaels friends fell back to the pillow, dead.
That night, as Michael sat crying over his lost friends, a shadowy figure came to him, it's features hidden behind a dark cowl, and promised him great power - Enough to avenge his father and friends - If he would do something. He was told that the leader of this village had orchestrated the ambush and needed to pay, and that if Michael would kill the leader and his family, he would be able to find the power to defeat the lizardmen.
And so, filled with grief and anger, Michael took up his Maul and went to the mayor's house. With little thought, he burst open the door and proceeded about his grim task of slaying the man and his family. As he finished the last of them, he dropped to his knees to look at the blood surrounding him, and the shadowy figure appeared once more.
"Excellent. With this sacrifice, your transformation begins." He smiled and a jolt of eldritch energy shot from the dark space beneath his cloak, to impact with Michaels chest. When Michael awoke, the dark figure was gone, and he found himself filled with powerful arcane energies. Without a moment's hesitation, he used these powers to hunt down and kill every lizazrdman in the swamp. When his task was complete, he set back out into the world, not even noticing how the power had changed him. He had become a much more grim, dark person.
It was two years later, after a night of dark and unspeakable acts, that he heard an all-too familiar sigh behind him as he readied for bed. Turning, he found the spirit of his father shaking his head "you have become evil, my son. You are tainted by the dark energies of that demon."
"No Father, I have become strong, and I have avenged you - Your spirit should NOT be here!"
"But I am here, son. I have not been avenged, I have been betrayed! You work for the very beast that betrayed and killed us all. It was not the lizards that ambushed us, but the demon. All so that he could get to you.. I have little time, son, in which to tell you everything, but you must believe me, his dark energies will consume you and neither of us shall ever find rest. Turn away from him, Michael - Find the light.. Find me.."
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My planned level progression after this point is either 2 or 4 paladin, depending on whether or not you will be allowing me to try for the Enlightened Spirit PrC from Complete Mage.
= 'nough said. 
