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Name: Harolk "THESE are swords" Karrathen
Class: Fighter
Race: Human
Size: Medium
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Str: 16 +3 (10p.) Level: 1 XP: 0
Dex: 16 +3 (10p.) BAB: +1 HP: 12 (10+2Con)
Con: 14 +2 ( 6p.) Grapple: +4 Dmg Red: -/-
Int: 10 +0 ( 2p.) Speed: 30' Spell Res: -
Wis: 8 -1 ( 0p.) Init: +3 Spell Save: -
Cha: 12 +1 ( 4p.) ACP: -2 Spell Fail: -
Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total
Armor: 10 +4 +0 +3 0 +0 +0 17
Touch: 13 Flatfooted: 14
Base Mod Misc Total
Fort: 2 +2 0 +4
Ref: 0 +3 0 +3
Will: 0 -1 0 -1
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Range
Bastard Sword +4 1d10+4 19-20/x2
Two Bastard Swords +2/+2 1d10+3/1d10+1 19-20/x2
Dagger +4 1d4+3 19-20/x2 10 ft
Languages: Common.
Abilities:
-Extra feat at level 1
-Extra skill points
-Favored class: Any.
Feats: Exotic weapon proficiency: bastard sword, two weapon fighting, Oversized Two Weapon Fighting (from Complete Adventurer).
Skill Points: (2 fighter +0 Int +1 Human)x4=12 Max Ranks: 4/2
Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total
Ride 4 +3 +7
Perform: weapon drill 2 +1 +3
Intimidate 4 +1 +5
Equipment: Cost Weight
Twin bastard swords 70gp 12 lb
Chain shirt 100gp 25 lb
Dagger 2gp 1 lb
Explorer's outfit 0gp - lb
Backpack 2gp 2 lb
--Extra clean clothes 10gp 8 lb
--Flint and Steel 1gp - lb
--Small mirror/soap/razor 12gp 2 lb
Total Weight: 50 lb Money: 43 gp
Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push
Max Weight: 76 153 230 460 1150
Age: 20
Height: 6´
Weight: 170 lb
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Tan
The Karrathen had been in the military, at the service of the Karrath kingdom almost since it was created, and five generations of them have fought in the war since it started, and since he was a child Harolk had very clear that he was going to fight in it as well, and spent his childhood dreaming with thunderous charges and glorious fights, despite the growing number of broken families and armies of undead multipliying around him. When the ended, it was a immense relief for his family, but not for him.
Harolk trained in the use of weapons, and was certainly a talented child, but his father was tired of war -and the fear of ending his days serving as an undead monster- and Harolk didn´t exactly liked the boring militar fighting style. His family left the child train alone: with the peace, what need could he have of an actually effective training? Left on his own, he developed a flashy, cool, spectacular and impressive, but not too useful, style of fighting with two swords. Two BIG swords.
Without needing to worry about money, Harolk had too much free time. In a tavern, he had a stupid discussion with a drunken young elf. Words became insults, and Harolk was itching for a fight. He challenged the elf for a fight, and, in a lonely grove of trees, he made two half-elves out of his drunken opponent. He returned home, very proud of himself, but seeig the blood in his clothes his father got the truth from him. "Idiot!" shouted. "A mosquito has more brains than you. didn´t you know who that elf was?"
It turned to be a dragonmarked member of house Thuranni. That made Harolk not only a murdered, but it was likely for him not to live enough to see the scaffold. There was only a solution: "You´ll flee to Sharn" said his father, "And hide with one of your cousing Silas. He´s older than you, and has some kind of trading business there. Get this money, AND LEAVE HERE THOSE STUPID SWORDS!"
Of course, the first thing Harolk did was to buy a couple new and shiny weapons. Now he´s arrived at Sharn, and after looking his cousin, it seem that he´s gone like a puff of smoke. What´s he going to do now? Who cares? He still has a lot of money.
