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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ender_wiggin" data-source="post: 1924643" data-attributes="member: 21629">Torug "Little Bull" SkyhammerMale Halfling Cleric (Talos) 1Alignment: Chaotic NeutralPatron Deity: TalosHeight: 3'4''Weight: 55 lb.Hair: BlackEyes: Very dark purple (usually noticed as brown)Age: 26Str: 13 (+1)Dex: 10Con: 15 (+2)Int: 13 (+1)Wis: 15 (+2)Cha: 14 (+2)Class and Racial Abilities:+2 dex, -2 str, small size (+1 attack, +1 AC, 20 ft. base speed), +2 racial to Climb, Jump, and Move Silently, +1 racial to all saving throws, +2 morale saves against fear, +1 to attack with slings and thrown weapons, +2 racial bonus to listen, aura of CN, divine spells, destruction and storm domains, spontaneous heal, turn undeadHit Dice: 1d8+2Hit Points: 13 (8 class, 2 con, 3 feat)Armor Class: 17 (+1 size, +4 armor, +2 shield)Check Penalty: -6 (-4 armor, -2 shield)Initiative: +0Speed: 20 ft. base (15 in armor)Saves:Fortitude +5 (+2 class, +2 con, +1 race)Reflex +1 (+1 race)Will (+2 class, +2 wis, +1 race)BAB: +0 (+1 from size)Melee Atk: +2 (+1 str, +1 size), 1d6+1 dmgRanged Atk: N/ASkills:Concentration +6 (4 ranks, +2 con)Heal +6 (4 ranks, +2 wis)Diplomacy +6 (4 ranks, 2 cha)Feats:Toughness (lv1)Languages:Dwarven (native), Halfling (acquired), Common (acquired)Spells Prepared:0th level - create water, read magic, mend1st level - bless, sanctuary, inflict light wounds (domain)Equipment:worn or equippedtraveller's outfit (free) (1 lb.)scale mail (50 gp) (15 lb.)backpack (1 gp) (2 lb.)necklace with Talos symbolbelton beltmorningstar (1gp) (3 lb.)waterskin x2 (2gp) (2 lb.)pouch containing money*in backpackbedroll (1sp) (1 lb.)winter blanket (5sp) (1 lb.)flint and steel (1gp)trail rations x2 (1gp) (1/2 lb.)loaf of bread (2 cp) (1/2 lb.)hunk of cheese (1 cp) (1/2 lb.)healer's kit (50gp) (1 lb.)torch x3 (3 cp) (3 lb.)whetstone (2 cp) (1 lb.)Moneyin pouch*18 gp, 8 sp, 16 cpWas written as one composition; some appearance info is background dependent...Background:The older, wiser dwarves are all chuckling. It’s the Little Bull! Fighting again. Little Bull, less than half the weight of the dwarves around him, nevertheless grapples and wrestles with a surprising amount of success. He grinds his opponent’s shin in a vicious, twisting manner. He completely reverses the direction of his weight – instantly, catching his adversary off balance. The dwarf recovers, but Torug reverses again. And again. And this time when the dwarf expects it he doesn’t and pulls with all of his might, bringing the goliath down. A strange mixture of cunning and fortitude. So foreign, thought the elders. So talented. He can never be one of us, but in many ways he is already the best of us.You would have never thought a halfling, standing only three and a half feet tall, and weighing less than fifty pounds would fit in with a rough and tumble dwarven village. This one did. Orphaned out of the halfling clans that were constantly at war with their nearby races, the then peaceful dwarves took him in and did their best to raise him. The experiment was wildly successful – Torug, or Little Bull, as they named him, was naturally apt for roughnecking, for their lifestyle. Maturing twice as fast as the dwarf beside him, Torug found himself constantly challenging those dwarves bigger than him, and winning. The Little Bull, as they named him for his distinct aptitude for wrestling, became in all essence, a dwarf, except for his flesh. After graduating his childhood and becoming a full adult, even by dwarven standards, Torug became unsure of his future; whether to stay where he was happy and never have the possibility of children, or to leave, and to spread his seed over the world. It seems his fate was decided for him, in a rather cruel way.The halfling clans, having almost decimated the Orcs they had previously been in conflict with, endured a few years of peace, but growing uneasy in their bloodlust, turned to the dwarves. The peaceful dwarven villages, although reluctant to go to war, had little choice in the matter. The Little Bull was caught in the middle.Vowing to return to this life when the fighting was over, Torug gathered the gifts that his fellows had to spare, and went on his way. His calling to a god for support and guidance was not unanswered. The storm god, Talos, gave the Little Bull safe passage in a malicious storm that ravaged the ground around him. Stumbling around, Torug managed to find a small, abandoned building. The building turned out to be an old temple of Talos from days forgotten. It was where he managed to hide until Talos’s wrath was abated. Talos acknowledged Torug's call and promised Torug power and protection in return for the spreading of his will. It is in this manner than the Little Bull was initiated into clerichood.Torug feels the wanderlust in his blood, flowing his veins and pulsing through his arteries. To live a life with no attachments. Working an odd job here and there, saying a prayer once in a while, stealing potatoes by night, resting in caves, washing in streams. The dangers of the world were nothing to him but excitement and awe. What Talos has in store for him he does not know, only that he will willingly pay his debt to the god. He was young. It was his turn to explore, to learn. One day, he knows, he will go back and live the rest of his days where he was raised, where his true home was. But that day is not today.Appearance:Deep inside the temple, Torug found an extremely old suit of armor, complete with a shield. He was surprised to find that it fit him. Emblazoned on the shield is the icon of Talos. While travelling, Talos wears this protective vestment. He is simultaneously proud and self-concious of his appearance. Torug knows the armor will probably save his life more than once, but also, it could give too much away. In a life of the faceless vagrant, inconspiciousness is of utmost importance. A patron deity, he finds, is a gift and a curse.The morningstar he carries is a gift from the dwarven community. It is one of his most prized possessions. Crafted by dwarven hands, it is extremely well made, very sturdy, very heavy, and very deadly. The elder who bestowed this great gift upon his departure had told him it was special, but did not reveal the reason why. From Torug’s perspective, it is by all means an ordinary weapon. Death comes by the wielder, not the weapon.One other interesting characteristic, if he wasn’t strange enough, are his eyes. Dark purple is a very unusual color for eyes, but this hue of it is so dark that most people simply call it brown. When Torug is physically agitated, however, people have noticed a change come about the color. Perhaps it’s glowing brightly? Or maybe just the light. Many people have informed Torug of this phenomenon, but once again the halfling knows not what to make of it. Time will tell.PersonalityTorug is still learning how the non-dwarven society works. He is unafraid to voice his opinion, but often embarrasses himself because of his upbringing. He never steps down from a good bar brawl, although the question often comes up: how can a religious man be so rowdy, so unpredictable, cause so much damage and wreak so much havoc? That question Torug does not know the answer to. His biggest struggle, for his entire life, is to discover his own identify, and a deity to serve has not ended that struggle. He serves Talos, but lives for himself.</blockquote>

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