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Message: <blockquote data-quote="tyrlaan" data-source="post: 2366714" data-attributes="member: 20998">Costan --------------------------------------------------------------------ECL 2Human Monk 2LN Medium humanoid (human)Init: +2, Senses: Listen +5, Spot +5Languages: common, TBD---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 13hp 12 (2d8+0)Fort +3; Ref +5; Will +6---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Spd: 30 ft Melee: longspear +3 (1d8+2, 20/x3)Melee: unarmed +3 (1d6+2, 20/x2)Melee: flurry of blows +1/+1 (1d6+2, 20/x2)Ranged: light crossbow +3 (1d8, 19-20/x2, 80 ft)Base Atk: +1; Grp +3Attack Options: Combat Reflexes, Flurry of BlowsSpecial Attacks: Stunning FistCombat Gear: n/a---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Abilities: Str 14, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 8SQ: Flurry of blows, evasionFeats: Blind-Fight, Combat Reflexes, Improved Unarmed Strike, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Stunning FistSkills: Balance +6 (2), Climb +4 (2), Escape Artist +6 (4), Hide +5 (3), Jump +6 (2), Knowledge (arcana) +3 (2), Knowledge (religion) +3 (2), Listen +5 (2), Move Silently +5 (3), Sense Motive +4 (1), Spot +5 (2), Tumble +7 (5)Possessions: Longspear, light crossbow (20 bolts), monk's outfit, waterskin, 2 belt pouches---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------AppearanceJudging by physical features, Costan appears to be in his early twenties. However, his slate gray eyes reflect a quiet peace that implies a maturity beyond his years. Costan is bald but sports a short braided goatee of exceedingly dark brown hair. The goatee is secured with a dull steel ring near its end. Costan wears plain clothes typical to those worn by other monks. Slung across his back is a quiver filled with bolts for the crossbow that hangs at his side. Costan also carries a longspear with him, an atypical weapon for one clearly trained in unarmed combat. He generally holds the weapon in one hand and habitually uses it like a walking stick despite the fact that he clearly does not need its aid.PersonalityCostan may demonstrate great prowess in the skills of hand-to-hand combat, but it is clear he lacks in social graces. He is not uncouth or sour-tempered. Instead he suffers from the need to often express his opinion of things regardless of concern for the feelings of others or social station. Costan also demonstrates that he has an ... odd ... take on the way of things and he is known for spouting peculiar and sometimes cryptic statements. It becomes apparent to anyone who spends even the shortest amount of time with Costan that he strongly believes in strength of self. As a result, he holds the greatest respect for those who share this sentiment. Costan taken great interest in Olliver Zaschton, or rather his findings. Costan can't seem to get enough of the knowledge and lore Olliver has obtained. Oddly, Costan does not appear to like Olliver all that much, but sometimes appears borderline obsessed with his knowledge.BackgroundIn Costan's words:"I ran from life under my parents' yoke at an early age. Since then, I have learned to depend on myself. Do not get me wrong. I don't harbor some great irrational distrust for others. I just find it best to rely on your own capabilities and limitations. After all, what is real beyond the self? Anyway, I was fortunate enough to have had the time to learn a few things before the War started, otherwise I would probably not be here now. During the War, I traveled many places and saw battle after battle. I have killed - if you can use that word - my share of undead across several battlefields. I have seen more things than I can tell you in one night. Things both beautiful and terrible. Things real and false. But I digress...""After the War passed, I continued to journey to new lands. Just a few years ago, I was beseiged by a troupe of undead larger than any group I had ever taken single-handedly. I tried to fight them, but they began to overwhelm me." Costan's face reddens with frustration and embarassment. "I had no choice, you see? I couldn't defeat them. Had I stayed, what would that have done? What would it have -" Costan collects himself. " It was that day that I fell upon the gate of Fort Rogan. Maria... was kind enough to breathe life back into my then broken body. And I have been here ever since, lending my aid in the ways I can. This place has promise, and I seek to make sure it endures."OOC / for the GM: [sblock]Costan was born into nobility. His parents, Lady Tissa and Lord Dugal Penningston, spoiled him endlessly throughout his childhood. When his education began, Costan became with pieces of history, particularly the battles, all of which were so heroically over-dramaticized, but to a young boy, so very real. Then he discovered the brief mention of Gilthanis and his “radical” theories. The idea that Gilthanis might actually be right started to fuel Costan. He decided to explore this concept and began to explore the abilities of self more than ever before. He realized that he needed to strike out on his own and give up his reliance on the deep purses of his parents if he were ever to truly discover the secret reality of which Gilthanis spoke. So he ran away. Costan had several years of self-reliance under his belt before the dawn of the War of the Nine Graves. He spent the years of the War jumping from battle-front to battle-front, constantly pushing himself a bit further and testing himself a touch more. A part of him wondered, and still does, if the undead were a force from beyond the façade of Good and Evil; if they were real and not part of the great farce. He wandered without a home and an carried odd flighty allegiance to those who fought the undead.After the War had passed, Costan continued his wandering ways. One day he was beseiged by more undead than he had ever taken on at once before. Cursing at himself for his weakness, Costan fled. On his last breath of life, he came upon Fort Rogan. Maria Hayden nutured him back from the brink of death, and although he was gracious toward her for her aid, he harbored a great resentment towards her. Costan felt he should have been able to recover on his own and looks at her healing as a personal moment of weakness.Since then, Costan has decided to stay at the fort. With the War over but this place still fighting, it seems like just the place where the falsities of this world could shatter. Out of desperation and exasperation, the manufactured concepts of Good and Evil can easily fall, revealing the truth behind it all. [/sblock]</blockquote>

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