Character Name:Wilben Milner, aka Wil
Class: Thief / Rogue
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Deity: gold
Age: 18
STR: 11
DEX: 16
CON: 13
INT: 9
WIS: 8
CHA: 11
Hitpoints:5
Saving Throw: 15
Items purchased:
Backpack (30 lb) x1
Bedroll x1
Candle x10
Chalk x10
Fishing Net (25sq ft) x1
Flint & Steel x1
Grappling Hook x1
Hammer x1
Ink pots x2
Ladder (10ft) x5
Latern, bullseye x1
Oil, lamp (1 pint) x5
Parchment (sheet) x10
Rope, hemp (50ft) x2
Sack (15lb) x3
Torch x20
Waterskin x2
Tent x1
Iron pot x1
Rations, trail x4
Spike, Iron x5
(49.00gp spent)
Leather Armor
(5.00gp spent, weighs 25lbs)
Dagger x4
Sword, Short x2
Sling x1
Stones, sling x1stack (20)
(24.20gp spent, weighs 24lbs)
Gold Pieces remaining: 71.8 gp
Weight carried 56lbs
Background:
Wilben grew up in Port Osvale, to the far west, as the son of a fisherman. Even from a very young age, he could remember seeing noble warriors in plate armor, mysterious sorcerers with flowing robes, holy priests with chains and relics around their waists and necks... all passing through their port. As he grew older, so did his curiosity for life beyond the fisherman's duty.
As he "matured," he honed his craft... albeit not much, but years of working on a ship helped his coordination on land. His sense of balance, strength, and general dexterity were his area of expertise. Tired of being just the son of a fisherman, he decided to take his skills to the streets. Wil figured with his quick hands and quick tongue, he could make a small fortune off of the visitors of the port. But like all young men who get greedy, stealing coin from the local tourists became too simple - and to push the envelope he began to take small trinkets, which then became larger trinkets... and so went the pattern until one day Wil was stopped by a mysterious person, dressed in black leather.
The mystery person grabbed Wil's hand, just as it was about to slip a very shiny broach from a woman's dress as she was looking the other way. The person spoke in his ear quietly, "are you looking to get caught? I've watched you perform this thievery in the same area of the market place! Are you trying to go to jail for something so cheap? If you want to make more money, follow me to the pub... we have much to discuss..." Wil removed his arm quickly, turning away from the woman who still had no idea what just happened.
Wil barely noticed the man wearing black seated in the far corner until he was waved to the table. There he found the mysterious stranger sipping an ale and a funny little halfling smoking herbs and blowing smoke rings to amuse himself. "How would you like to make more money and see the world? We are looking for another person to join our little band of thieves... and a young person like you is just what we need... we leave town tomorrow. Bosco here and I will give you the proper training you need to not be so damned obvious and stupid! We don't need you getting caught if you're with us! We are staying in the Inn here, if you are to join us... we leave at sun rise, rather your equipment and burial money and meet us here. Hope to see you then."
He found the stranger and the halfling the next morning at the Inn, and the three set off on their journey together.