Rathalos Alegni
Tiefling Fighter(1st level)
HP12 AC19(16armor, 2shield, 1fighting style) speed-30
Size-medium CG
STR15 +2, DEX13 +1, CON14 +2, INT13(12+1racial) +1, WIS8 -1, CHA12(10+2racial) +1
Wealth: 10gp(BG)
Languages: Common, Infernal
Racial Traits:
Darkvision 60'
Hellish Resistance- resistance to fire damage
Infernal Legacy- Start with Thaumatergy Cantrip
Saving Throws: Str Con
Hit Dice: 1d10
Class Features:
Fighting Style-Defense
Second Wind
Cantrips:
Thaumatergy
Equipment:
Chain Mail(16 AC), Longsword, Shield(AC+2), Handaxe (x2), Explorer's Pack, Infantry Insignia(BG), Broken Blade(BG), Set of Bone Poker Dice(BG), Common Clothes(BG)
(BG is for background equipment)
Skill Proficiencies:
Survival, Perception, Intimidate, Athletics
Tool Proficiencies:
Poker Dice Gaming Set, Vehicles(land)
Background: Soldier(Infantry)
Trait: I can stare down a Hellhound without flinching
Ideal: Independence. When people follow orders blindly, they embrace a kind of tyranny.
Bond: Someone saved my life on the battlefield. To this day, I will never leave a friend behind.
Flaw: I made a terrible mistake in battle costing many lives, and I would do anything to keep that mistake a secret.
Weapons:
Lonsword- 1d8 slashing
Versatile(1d10)
Handaxe(x2)- 1d6 Slashing
Light, thrown(range 20/60)
Character Background:
Having never met his parents, Rathalos always felt alone. Growing up with no one to care for, he joined the local army when he reached adulthood. His fellow soldier, a human named Osgood Varancie, saved him from a group of Orcs in his first battle. From that moment on he knew his duty was to protect his fellow man. Long after that a senior officer sent his squad on what seemed like a suicide mission. Having none of that, Rathalos convinced his fellow soldiers he could find a better way to succeed in their mission. Little did he know, the path he took them on led to a great ambush which he was the only survivor. Even his only friend Osgood perished. Not being able to bear the pain of it, Rathalos resigned from the army and spent much time drinking away his sorrows. Having run short on coin, and with few skills to speak of, he has begun looking for mercenary work.