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<blockquote data-quote="elapse" data-source="post: 2515072" data-attributes="member: 35572">Submission of CharacterHi.&nbsp;If you could get back to me and let me know if the submission is on par, or if I should do a rewrite to try and get in the game, I would really appreciate it.&nbsp;Peace!&nbsp;[CODE][b]Name:[/b] Fearghus[b]Class:[/b] Fighter[b]Race:[/b] Human[b]Size:[/b] Medium[b]Gender:[/b] Male[b]Alignment:[/b] Neutral[b]Deity:[/b] Polytheistic&nbsp;[b]Str:[/b] 17 +3 (10p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Level:[/b] 6&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]XP:[/b] 15,000[b]Dex:[/b] 10 +0 (02p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]BAB:[/b] +6&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]HP:[/b] XXX (6d10+12)[b]Con:[/b] 14 +2 (06p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Grapple:[/b] +6&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]Dmg Red:[/b] -/-[b]Int:[/b] 12 +1 (04p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Speed:[/b] 30'&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]Spell Res:[/b] -[b]Wis:[/b] 8 -1 (00p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Init:[/b] +4&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]Spell Save:[/b] -[b]Cha:[/b] 14 +2 (06p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]ACP:[/b] -3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]Spell Fail:[/b] -%&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/b][b]Armor:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp; +5&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; 21[b]Touch:[/b] 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Flatfooted:[/b] 21&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Base Mod Misc Total[/b][b]Fort:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 5&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; +8[b]Ref:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; +3[b]Will:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; -2&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp;[b]Weapon&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Attack Damage&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Critical[/b]Longsword&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +11&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1d8+6&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 19-20x2Light Crossbow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +6&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1d8+0&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 19-20xX&nbsp;[b]Languages:[/b] Common&nbsp;[b]Abilities:[/b]&nbsp;[b]Feats:[/b] Mounted Combat, Self Sufficient, Endurance, Power Attack, Cleave, Weapon Focus, Weapon Specialization, Improved Initiative&nbsp;[b]Skill Points:[/b] 36&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Max Ranks:[/b] 9/4.5[b]Skills&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Ranks Mod Misc Total[/b]Ride&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 6&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +6Handle Animal&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 6&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +8Climb&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 4&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +7Jump&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 4&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +7Swim&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 4&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +7Intimidate&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 4&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +6Survival&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; -1&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +3Heal&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; -1&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp;[b]Equipment:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cost Weight[/b]Explorers Outfit&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 10gp --lbBelt Pouch&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp .5lbChainmail +1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1300gp 40lbLongsword +1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2315gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 4lbHeavy Wooden Shield +1 1157gp 10lbRing of Protection +1 2000gp --lbCloak of Resistance +1 1000gp --lbAmulet of Nat. Armor +1 2000gp --lbHeavy Warhorse&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 400gp --lbMilitary Saddle&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 20gp 40lbBit and Bridle&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 1lbSaddle Bags&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 8lbBed Roll&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1sp&nbsp; &nbsp; 5lbWhetstone&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2cp&nbsp; &nbsp; 1lbSack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1sp .5lbRations x4&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 2gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 2lbWater Skin&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 4lbFlint and Steel&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1gp --lbTorch&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1cp&nbsp; &nbsp; 1lbRope&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 1gp 10lbPotion CMW x3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 900gp --lb&nbsp;[b]Total Weight:[/b]54.5lb&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Money:[/b] 1885gp 7sp 7cp&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [b]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/b][b]Max Weight:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 86 173 260 260 1300&nbsp;[b]Age:[/b] 22[b]Height:[/b] 6'0&quot;[b]Weight:[/b] 190lb[b]Eyes:[/b] Green[b]Hair:[/b] Brown[b]Skin:[/b] Pale white[/CODE][SBLOCK]Appearance: Fearghus is a man of imposing physical appearance. Though not overly tall, he has stern face and posesses a solid physical frame. His hair is cropped short in an uncerimonious fashion, and his shaven face is always darkened by perpetual stubble. He wears a suit of chain armor, draped over it is the tabard bearing his family crest. He no longer fears to wear it. A sturdy, unadorned sword is on his hip and a shield, bearing the mark of his company, is carried easily on his left arm.&nbsp;Background:Then:&quot;This is hardly the place to be sleeping.&quot; The voice seemed to come from a void. Fearghus lifted his head from the table, the ache from the spirits forced it's way from the back of his skull to an ever increasing pain behind his eyes. He gazed through bloodshot eyes at the man that stood before him. He had never seen this man before, and if not for the pain in his head Fearghus would have had a growing irritation for the way he just stood there staring.&nbsp;The stranger stepped closer and said, &quot;I know who you are, Fearghus&quot;.&nbsp;They had found him! Fearghus made an attempt to stand and draw his sword, but instead stumbled out of his chair and fell too his knees. The sudden rush of movement was too much for his inebriated condition and he vomitted on his arm that was trying to clutch the sword hilt. His mind was a blur, a swirl of memory and emotion came flooding to him at once. And he remembered...&nbsp;He had grown up the son of a land owner, and learned the profession of arms from many capable men. Unlike those that tilled the earth, he had something that many did not. Time. When not training with sword and shield, he could ride. Much time was spent exploring the surrounding countryside with his friends. The sons of other peers, like himself. Their forays would last days at a time. Hunting, sparing, whatever they desired at the moment. And though the homecoming was never happy, the time spent made the extra duties and training worth it.&nbsp;There were several villages under his lord fathers protection, and a few manors belonging to those nobleman that fought beneath his fathers banner. His fathers potentate sponsored several fighting men, instantiating a peerage amongst them. Unfortunatly, this same peerage brought with it greed and lust for one anothers holdings. And so it was brought against his father, charges of demon trafficking, of plotting against the good will of the ecclisiarchy, and for speaking of death to the superiors who gave him his land and wealth. Lies. His fathers accusers knew it, but it mattered not. The deceivers had the resources to fabricate whatever truth they desired upon the removal of the man and his seed, and they had the soldiers capable of crushing any resistance.&nbsp;He was 20 years old when they came. They burned the villages, slaughtered the knights and their men-at-arms, then made their way to the keep. No one knew how, but they breached the gate. He could still hear the screams of the dying, the cries of the raped, the unanswered pleas for mercy.&nbsp;He stood with his father and brothers, their crest emblazoned upon their tabards and their swords held high. They looked upon the face of their attacker, Pavel Vladovich, his steward stood beside him clutching a gnarled staff. The steward said but a few strange words and pointed at Fearghus as his family launched themselves at Pavel. The last thing Fearghus could remember of the attack was his father and brothers being cut down as he ran, pissing himself and screaming in terror. He doesn't remember how long he ran, or where he found the horse and how long he rode afterwards. The life he once led was destroyed, and Pavel would be looking for him.&nbsp;Days later, he stopped at roadside inn after exhaustion overtook his fear. He had stuffed his saddlebags with his signet ring, tabard, amulet, and anything else that would mark him as who he was. Shortly after entering the inn, he lost himself in drink after intoxicating drink. Until now...&nbsp;The man grasped him by the shoulders and helped him to his feet, &quot;Fight beside me as you did your father and brothers, and you shall know no fear&quot;. In a brief moment of sobriety, Fearghus nodded his head and wept. &nbsp;Today:Fearghus had always needed direction. Whether from his father or his now dead friend, he just needed someone who could keep him focused. The excesses of life always called to him: women, spirits, games of chance. But then he met a man who gave his life purpose when all purpose had been taken away. They fought, bled and lived together. They should have died together.&nbsp;Where he failed his family, he has failed his friend. But a new hope arises. There, shrouded in the mists is his friend. Fearghus looks to his allies, and with hope in his heart they ride into the mist.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="elapse, post: 2515072, member: 35572"] [b]Submission of Character[/b] Hi. If you could get back to me and let me know if the submission is on par, or if I should do a rewrite to try and get in the game, I would really appreciate it. Peace! [CODE] [b]Name:[/b] Fearghus [b]Class:[/b] Fighter [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Size:[/b] Medium [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Alignment:[/b] Neutral [b]Deity:[/b] Polytheistic [b]Str:[/b] 17 +3 (10p.) [b]Level:[/b] 6 [b]XP:[/b] 15,000 [b]Dex:[/b] 10 +0 (02p.) [b]BAB:[/b] +6 [b]HP:[/b] XXX (6d10+12) [b]Con:[/b] 14 +2 (06p.) [b]Grapple:[/b] +6 [b]Dmg Red:[/b] -/- [b]Int:[/b] 12 +1 (04p.) [b]Speed:[/b] 30' [b]Spell Res:[/b] - [b]Wis:[/b] 8 -1 (00p.) [b]Init:[/b] +4 [b]Spell Save:[/b] - [b]Cha:[/b] 14 +2 (06p.) [b]ACP:[/b] -3 [b]Spell Fail:[/b] -% [b]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/b] [b]Armor:[/b] 10 +5 +2 +0 +0 +0 +4 21 [b]Touch:[/b] 14 [b]Flatfooted:[/b] 21 [b]Base Mod Misc Total[/b] [b]Fort:[/b] 5 +2 +1 +8 [b]Ref:[/b] 2 +0 +1 +3 [b]Will:[/b] 2 -2 +1 +1 [b]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/b] Longsword +11 1d8+6 19-20x2 Light Crossbow +6 1d8+0 19-20xX [b]Languages:[/b] Common [b]Abilities:[/b] [b]Feats:[/b] Mounted Combat, Self Sufficient, Endurance, Power Attack, Cleave, Weapon Focus, Weapon Specialization, Improved Initiative [b]Skill Points:[/b] 36 [b]Max Ranks:[/b] 9/4.5 [b]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/b] Ride 6 +0 +0 +6 Handle Animal 6 +2 +0 +8 Climb 4 +3 +0 +7 Jump 4 +3 +0 +7 Swim 4 +3 +0 +7 Intimidate 4 +2 +0 +6 Survival 2 -1 +2 +3 Heal 2 -1 +2 +3 [b]Equipment: Cost Weight[/b] Explorers Outfit 10gp --lb Belt Pouch 1gp .5lb Chainmail +1 1300gp 40lb Longsword +1 2315gp 4lb Heavy Wooden Shield +1 1157gp 10lb Ring of Protection +1 2000gp --lb Cloak of Resistance +1 1000gp --lb Amulet of Nat. Armor +1 2000gp --lb Heavy Warhorse 400gp --lb Military Saddle 20gp 40lb Bit and Bridle 2gp 1lb Saddle Bags 4gp 8lb Bed Roll 1sp 5lb Whetstone 2cp 1lb Sack 1sp .5lb Rations x4 2gp 2lb Water Skin 1gp 4lb Flint and Steel 1gp --lb Torch 1cp 1lb Rope 1gp 10lb Potion CMW x3 900gp --lb [b]Total Weight:[/b]54.5lb [b]Money:[/b] 1885gp 7sp 7cp [b]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/b] [b]Max Weight:[/b] 86 173 260 260 1300 [b]Age:[/b] 22 [b]Height:[/b] 6'0" [b]Weight:[/b] 190lb [b]Eyes:[/b] Green [b]Hair:[/b] Brown [b]Skin:[/b] Pale white [/CODE] [SBLOCK] [b]Appearance:[/b] Fearghus is a man of imposing physical appearance. Though not overly tall, he has stern face and posesses a solid physical frame. His hair is cropped short in an uncerimonious fashion, and his shaven face is always darkened by perpetual stubble. He wears a suit of chain armor, draped over it is the tabard bearing his family crest. He no longer fears to wear it. A sturdy, unadorned sword is on his hip and a shield, bearing the mark of his company, is carried easily on his left arm. [b]Background:[/b] Then: "This is hardly the place to be sleeping." The voice seemed to come from a void. Fearghus lifted his head from the table, the ache from the spirits forced it's way from the back of his skull to an ever increasing pain behind his eyes. He gazed through bloodshot eyes at the man that stood before him. He had never seen this man before, and if not for the pain in his head Fearghus would have had a growing irritation for the way he just stood there staring. The stranger stepped closer and said, "I know who you are, Fearghus". They had found him! Fearghus made an attempt to stand and draw his sword, but instead stumbled out of his chair and fell too his knees. The sudden rush of movement was too much for his inebriated condition and he vomitted on his arm that was trying to clutch the sword hilt. His mind was a blur, a swirl of memory and emotion came flooding to him at once. And he remembered... He had grown up the son of a land owner, and learned the profession of arms from many capable men. Unlike those that tilled the earth, he had something that many did not. Time. When not training with sword and shield, he could ride. Much time was spent exploring the surrounding countryside with his friends. The sons of other peers, like himself. Their forays would last days at a time. Hunting, sparing, whatever they desired at the moment. And though the homecoming was never happy, the time spent made the extra duties and training worth it. There were several villages under his lord fathers protection, and a few manors belonging to those nobleman that fought beneath his fathers banner. His fathers potentate sponsored several fighting men, instantiating a peerage amongst them. Unfortunatly, this same peerage brought with it greed and lust for one anothers holdings. And so it was brought against his father, charges of demon trafficking, of plotting against the good will of the ecclisiarchy, and for speaking of death to the superiors who gave him his land and wealth. Lies. His fathers accusers knew it, but it mattered not. The deceivers had the resources to fabricate whatever truth they desired upon the removal of the man and his seed, and they had the soldiers capable of crushing any resistance. He was 20 years old when they came. They burned the villages, slaughtered the knights and their men-at-arms, then made their way to the keep. No one knew how, but they breached the gate. He could still hear the screams of the dying, the cries of the raped, the unanswered pleas for mercy. He stood with his father and brothers, their crest emblazoned upon their tabards and their swords held high. They looked upon the face of their attacker, Pavel Vladovich, his steward stood beside him clutching a gnarled staff. The steward said but a few strange words and pointed at Fearghus as his family launched themselves at Pavel. The last thing Fearghus could remember of the attack was his father and brothers being cut down as he ran, pissing himself and screaming in terror. He doesn't remember how long he ran, or where he found the horse and how long he rode afterwards. The life he once led was destroyed, and Pavel would be looking for him. Days later, he stopped at roadside inn after exhaustion overtook his fear. He had stuffed his saddlebags with his signet ring, tabard, amulet, and anything else that would mark him as who he was. Shortly after entering the inn, he lost himself in drink after intoxicating drink. Until now... The man grasped him by the shoulders and helped him to his feet, "Fight beside me as you did your father and brothers, and you shall know no fear". In a brief moment of sobriety, Fearghus nodded his head and wept. Today: Fearghus had always needed direction. Whether from his father or his now dead friend, he just needed someone who could keep him focused. The excesses of life always called to him: women, spirits, games of chance. But then he met a man who gave his life purpose when all purpose had been taken away. They fought, bled and lived together. They should have died together. Where he failed his family, he has failed his friend. But a new hope arises. There, shrouded in the mists is his friend. Fearghus looks to his allies, and with hope in his heart they ride into the mist. [/SBLOCK] [/QUOTE]

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