I'm totally down for this. Count me in. Now let's see about some stats.
STR 12, DEX 14, CON 14, INT 12, WIS 11, CHA 5
Hmm, not very impressive. Due to my 5 Charisma I am practically forced to play an assassin. Oh well, I like a challenge and assassins are fun.
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[B]Name:[/B] Anitus Pholeutish [B]XP:[/B] 0 [B]Age:[/B] 21
[B]Class:[/B] Assassin [B]HP:[/B] 6 [B]Height:[/B] 6' 1"
[B]Alignment:[/B] Lawful Evil [B]AC:[/B] 6 [B]Weight:[/B] 172 lbs.
[B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Lvl:[/B] 1 [B]Sex:[/B] Male
[B]STR[/B] 12 [B]To Hit:[/B] +0 [B]Damage:[/B] +0 [B]Encumbrance:[/B] 160 lbs. [B]Minor Test:[/B] 1-2 [B]Major Test:[/B] 4%
[B]DEX[/B] 14 [B]Surprise:[/B] +0 [B]Missile To Hit:[/B] +0 [B]AC:[/B] +0
[B]CON[/B] 14 [B]HP:[/B] +0 [B]Major Test:[/B] 92% [B]Minor Test:[/B] 88%
[B]INT[/B] 12 [B]Add. Languages:[/B] 4
[B]WIS[/B] 11 [B]Mental Save:[/B] +0
[B]CHA[/B] 5 [B]Max. Henchmen:[/B] 2 [B]Loyalty:[/B] -20% [B]Reaction:[/B] -15%
[B]Saving Throws[/B]
Aimed Magic Items Breath Weapons Death/Paralysis/Poison Petrification/Polymorph Spells
14 16 13 12 15
*Longsword 1d8/1d12 7 lbs.
*Club 1d4/1d3 3 lbs.
*Short Bow 1d6/1d6 2/rd. 50 ft. 8 lbs.
Arrows (24) 8 lbs.
*Proficient
Studded Leather Armor 20 lbs.
Small Shield 5 lbs.
60 gp
9 sp
8 cp
[B]Special Abilities (Class)[/B]
Languages (Flan, Gnoll, Gnome, Orcish)
Assassination (base 55% chance - 5% per 2 levels or hit dice of victim)
Backstab x2
Disguise (base 2% chance of being noticed per day; +2% each for posing as another class, race, or gender)
Climb 85%
Find Traps 25%
Hear Noise 10%
Hide in Shadows 20%
Move Quietly 20%
Open Locks 35%
Pick Pockets 35%
Read Languages 1%
Thieves' Cant
[sblock=Background]Anitus has had a very difficult life. Born and raised on the streets, he has learned first-hand that might makes right, and only those with the initiative to seize what their hearts desire can ever have it. Though he was never exceptionally skilled, he was driven by a burning desire to climb up out of the streets and make something of himself. At the mere age of 11 he insinuated himself into a gang of petty thieves on the city streets of Verbobonc and learned their techniques while plying a trade as an errand boy.
In the meantime, Anitus trained himself on how to kill. He partially learned from what the thieves had taught him about sneaking up on foes to stab them in the back. But critically wounding his enemies was not enough. Anitus desired nothing less than a final solution in combat for those who stood in his way of treasure and glory. As he practiced, his evident bloodlust soon earned the notice of one of the assassin's guild masters who immediately ordered the youth to be taken off the streets and placed into "proper" training.
Anitus still remembers the night of his first kill. It was a gnome who had failed to uphold his bargain with the Thieves' Guild for protection money and had hired mercenaries instead. The thieves had contacted the assassins and put a hit out on the gnome. It was the perfect job for a youth like Anitus to wet his blade upon. Anitus will never forget the look upon the gnome's face as he realized that what he thought was one of his trusted mercenaries was in fact, the last face he would ever see. Anitus drew his now warm blade from the gnome's gut and wiped it upon his cloak. It was a clean kill, and the other mercenaries outside would not be the wiser until morning, when he would be long gone.
Much has happened to Anitus since then, but he now feels he is ready to spread his wings and see what the world has to offer his aspiring talents. When he left the streets he was but a youth with nothing but ambition. Now he had taken life for profit; and reveled in it. He never slept so well at night as he did after a "job." And he was certain the future held more for him.[/sblock]
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