Takron ("Tak") Dalamar
Human (Erenlander) Defender 2, Quickened
Alignment: NG
Str 14
Dex 18 (+2 racial mod)
Con 14
Int 14
Wis 10
Cha 8 (-2 racial mod)
Spd 30 ft.
Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +0
Init +6 (+4 dex, +2 quickened)
AC 18 (11 flat footed, 18 touch) [+6 Dex*, +1 class, +1 path]
*Talisman
HP 17
Attack +6 melee (1d6+2, unarmed), +4 melee (1d6+3, quarterstaff), +6 ranged (1d4+2, dagger, 19-20/x2, 10ft)
Defender abilities: Rapid Strike 2/day (extra move or attack action)
Feats: Deflect Arrows, Expertise, Improved Unarmed Strike, Weapon Finesse (unarmed)
Skills (ranks + ability mod + misc)
Balance 3+4+2(synergy) = +9
Climb 5+2= +7
Hide 5+4= +9
Jump 5+2+2(syn)= +9
Knowledge (Central Erenland) 2+2= +4
Listen 5+0= 5
Move Silently 5+4= +9
Profession (fisherman) +4 (4)*
Swim 5+2= 7
Tumble 5+4+2(syn)= +11
*Racial bonus ranks
Languanges: Erenlander, Halfling, Trader's Tongue
Equipment: a peasant's outfit, two daggers, 3 loaves of bread, sack, waterskin, quarterstaff, some string and fishhooks, flint and steel
Talisman:
Bonus to armor class is increased to Dex bonus x 1.5 (round up).
[+6 instead of +4]
Once per day increase speed to x1.5 for a number of rounds up to your current character level.
[45 ft for 2 rounds]
Background: Takron was born to a poor fisherman and his wife in the city of Baden's Bluff. Compared to most children on Eredane he had a rather serene, if dull, childhood. The town common folk of the town had a generally gloomy outlook; they had peace now, but how long would it be until the Shadow fell over them as well? Tak's mother was especially pessimistic, always lamenting the inevitable fate of her children. She always told Tak and his older sister that they would do just find a place to hide from the darkness engulfing the world and find what happiness they could.
Tak's older sister, Serai, discovered early on that she had a talent for magic. Whenever she had a spare moment, she would sneak out of the town and spend some time in the wilderness. Tak was the only one that knew about these forays. Their parents had arranged for her to be married to a blacksmith's son, Jorvel, but the day before the wedding Serai ran away. She only told Tak, telling him that she could not let her gift waste away while others were suffering. She could not live the life that their mother wished for them.
Tak's mother was furious when she found out, as was the family of Jorvel. They came down hard on Tak for not stopping her; it was difficult for a boy who was but 9 winters old. His father was more understanding, recalling the glory that his Norther ancestors once knew, but did not have a good relationship with his kids; while not a drunk, he enjoyed the bottle a little too much, because it let him forget the looming Shadow. Over the next few years, Tak's mother eventually convinced Tak that his sister had died some horrible death, that no one could push back the darkness, and that people should just accept their fate. Jorvel became a thorn in Tak's side, a bully that would give him more than a few bruises whenever they crossed paths. Tak took it all without complaint, feeling responsible for his sister's demise.
Five years went by. Tak worked with his father on the fishing boat. He would often have to run errands by the docks, sometimes venturing into areas where the rough and tumble sailors and smugglers hung around. He learned to avoid being noticed and the resultant trouble that would follow. But on one of these trips, early in the spring, someone sought him out. A lithe figure tapped on his shoulder, handed him a note, and disappeared before Tak could say anything. The note was from Serai: she was in town, and wanted to see him.
He met up with her later that night, making him promise not to tell their parents. She just wanted to see her kid brother and let him know that she was alright. She told him that the outside world was often frightening and dangerous, but that she felt she was doing some good, no matter how small, relating a story about how she and her companions had saved a whole village from being enslaved. Serai then explained that she would be leaving the next day, which prompted Tak to ask to go with her. She said that he was too young and where they were going now was too dangerous, but that in two years she would return for him.
The next day, Tak had a spring in his step. Something new was in his life, something he had never experienced before: hope. As he was heading to the docks, he heard someone being assaulted in an alley. This was not uncommon, but for the first time in his life Tak thought he could do something about it, and there was no better time to start. He peaked around the corner, and saw Jorvel being accosted by several smugglers. Tak hesitated for a moment, part of him wishing to see his tormentor suffer, but decided that if he was to go off and be some kind of hero that he would have to rise above such things. He charged the attackers, but was quickly beaten down by the large men, who left the two of them.
Jorvel never thanked him, but he did stop bullying Tak. Over the next several months, Tak tried again and again to break up fights, stop pick pockets, and protect others. Each time, he was beaten within and inch of his life. His mother was infuriated, but it did not deter him. Finally, when trying to stop some thugs from raping a waitress in an alley behind a restaraunt, someone came to his aid. The figure wore a dark-blue cloak that was just a blur of motion, and in a matter of seconds the thugs were laying unconcious on the ground. The stranger told Tak to follow, leading him to a secret door in the back of a small warehouse.
The the stranger removed her cloak, revealing a necklace bearing the insignia of House Baden dangling from her neck. "I've seen you around the docks," she said. "You try to help people. That's unusual. Tell me about yourself."
Tak didn't know why, but he revealed everything to her, including his sister's imminent return. When he was done, the middle aged woman introduced herself as Trina Baden. She promised that when Serai returned Tak would be ready to stand by her side.
Tak would sneak out of his house at night, going to his secret training sessions with Trina. His natural speed served him well, and he quickly caught on to the intricacies of the techniques. Months passed, then a year, and the second spring since he had last seen Serai arrived. He waited anxiously. Even his parents, from whom he had concealed his training with Trina, began asking him what was the matter.
Tak waited a while longer, but could not bear it any more. He had the training that he needed to do some good against the looming Shadow, and he resolved to use it. He decided to sneak away in the night. When he was leaving the house, his father called his name from behind him. Much to Tak's surprise, his father gave his full support. "Give 'em hell, son. Find your sister and take care of her, and you two come back here when you need to rest. Don't worry about your mother, I'll take good care of her." The two embraced, and Tak left the city under the cover of night.
Personality: Tak is still very naive, though he would consider that a strength. The one word that characterizes him is hope; he believes he really can do something good by his life or, if need be, death.
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