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<blockquote data-quote="tglassy" data-source="post: 6993662" data-attributes="member: 6855204"><p>[sblock=Stats]</p><p></p><p>Teryn Mallus</p><p>Eldridge Knight</p><p></p><p>Str 16</p><p>Dex 10</p><p>Con 14</p><p>Int 14</p><p>Wis 8</p><p>Cha 12</p><p></p><p>HP 20</p><p>AC 17</p><p>Prof Bonus +2</p><p>Init +0</p><p></p><p>Race </p><p>Human</p><p>+1 Str, +1 Con</p><p>Bonus Feat - (Dual Wielder)</p><p>Bonus Trained skill - (Investigation)</p><p>Bonus language - (Elvish)</p><p></p><p>Class </p><p>Fighter</p><p>Two Weapon Fighting Style</p><p>Second Wind</p><p>Action Surge</p><p></p><p>Proficiencies</p><p>Armor: All</p><p>Weapons: All</p><p>Saves: Strength, Constitution</p><p></p><p>Background</p><p>Sage</p><p>Skills: Arcana, History</p><p>Bonus Language: Two bonus languages</p><p>Feature: Research - Know where to find research on any subject</p><p></p><p>Feats</p><p>Dual Wielder - +1 AC when wielding two weapons, can wield two weapons even if one is not light, can draw and stow two weapons instead of one.</p><p></p><p>Skills</p><p>Athletics +5</p><p>Intimidation +3</p><p>Investigation +4</p><p>Arcana +4</p><p>History +4</p><p></p><p>Languages</p><p>Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Infernal</p><p></p><p></p><p>Equipment</p><p>Cash: 10</p><p></p><p>Weapons</p><p></p><p>Longsword: +5/1d8+3</p><p>Handaxe: +5/1d6+3</p><p></p><p></p><p>Armor </p><p>Chain Mail</p><p></p><p>Gear</p><p></p><p>2 Curved longswords (falchions)</p><p>Chain mail</p><p>2 Handaxes</p><p>Dungeoneers pack</p><p>Bottle of ink</p><p>Quill</p><p>Small knife</p><p>Letter from dead colleague posing a question I have not been able to answer</p><p>Common clothes</p><p></p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Story]</p><p>Teryn Mallus was a scholar in the service of the Magi. He lived fairly well, as well as any. He was slightly overweight, a side effect of always having enough food for his family and having a career that kept him in a chair looking at books. He always wished he could have joined the town guard or something, but never did. </p><p></p><p>He married at a young age, and had three children, but he spent most of his time away from home working for the Magi. When he married, he loved his wife, and he was proud of his kids at first. Eventually, the strain of his job caused trouble at home. When his oldest was a teenager, and his youngest was 8, he had an affair with a female student at the Academy. </p><p></p><p>What he didn't know was that the student was <Insert Hook>.</p><p></p><p>Early one morning, after being out with the other woman most of the night, he returned home, and the Magi came for him. They slaughtered his wife, his son and one of his girls in front of him. His youngest child, 8 years old at the time, survived only because she was away at a friend's house at the time. </p><p></p><p>The Magi did not speak to him. They did not gloat or even tell him why they were doing what they did. He does not know why they did what they did. It could be for any number of a thousand reasons, and he has wondered at them all. </p><p></p><p>All he knows is that he never realized how much he loved his wife, and how much he would miss her and his children once they were gone. They'd had problems, neither had been perfect, and yes, he had been weak and sought comfort in the arms of another, but he had loved her. And now it was too late to fix it.</p><p></p><p>For the next year, the rest of his life crumbled. He lost his position at the Academy, his theories and research discredited. He was made to look like a hack, and rumors spread that he had killed his family and somehow gotten away with it. He turned to alcohol, drowning his sorrows. His surviving daughter was sent to live with relatives. </p><p></p><p>And he had a burning desire to hurt the Magi. It didn't matter how. To anyone watching, he was a shell of a man who rarely left his home except to drink himself to sleep at the bar. Everyone assumed his loss of weight was attributed to not eating enough. And for six months, they were right.</p><p></p><p>But then something changed. At first, it was just to vent his rage. He started punching his couch, and when that wore out he began punching a punching bag he bought from a friend. The workout cleared his mind, helped him forget. The pain and soreness were a thousand times easier than the pain in his heart. He started seeing his daughter more, though she was still staying with relatives, his wife's sister and her family. They never liked him anyway, and were more than happy to keep him away. But as he transformed from a shallow academic to a drunk, they just figured he was becoming what he always was. When he began to transform from a drunk to something more...dangerous...they started to fear him and what he might do. </p><p></p><p>He was smart, smarter than many of the Magi themselves, even when drunk a quarter of the time. They'd used him as council before he had inexplicably fallen out of their favor. He was good at figuring things out, at investigating mysteries. They'd often give him problems they had trouble working out, and his creative, abstract brain would make connections amongst the information given. He knew about magic, that there were things the Magi did that anyone could do, if they knew how. </p><p></p><p>But he wasn't gifted in that area. Not naturally. So one day, he made his way to his old job, and managed to sneak out with a spell book. Just a simple one. So far, he has not been able to figure out how to make the spells work, but he knew it was only a matter of time.</p><p></p><p>In the meantime, he also began training with the blade. He went to a friend who was skilled in this area, and asked for one on one training. He dove headfirst into this training, wanting to learn to use a weapon in either hand, first so he would simply never be caught with just his off hand, but later so he could wield two blades at once, in perfect unison. </p><p></p><p>It has been two years since his wife's death, and he has just begun to join the world outside his home. Those who knew him before would not recognize him now. Before he was unkempt, pudgy, a little slow and very clumsy. But now, his body has been tone with constant training, his hair is cut short, and there is nothing clumsy about the way he moves. Most still believe he is a drunk. They aren't wrong.</p><p></p><p>He looks out at the world around him, seeing it clearly for the first time. Seeing the injustices. The evil. The darkness. And it makes him sick. He can't just sit on his hands. Something has lit inside him, and it won't go out. A darkness of his own. A beast within, crawling and snapping at his mind, wanting release, wanting...permission. </p><p></p><p>Permission to attack. Permission to defend. Permission to end the threats to his family. He still has a daughter to take care of. He can still make the world a better place for her.</p><p></p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Personality]</p><p><strong>Traits </strong></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">I . . . speak . . . slowly . . . when talking . . . to idiots, <span style="font-size: 12px">. . .</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">which . . . almost. . . everyone . . . is . . . compared . . .to me.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">I’m willing to listen to every side of an argument before </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-size: 12px">I</span> make my own judgment.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"></span><strong>Ideal</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Knowledge. The path to power and self-improvement </span></span><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">is through knowledge. (Neutral)</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"></span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Bonds</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Someone I loved died because of amistake I made. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">That will never happen again.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Flaw</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">I speak without really thinking through my words, </span></span><span style="font-family: 'CenturySchoolbook'"><span style="font-size: 12px">invariably insulting others</span>.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"> </span></p><p></p><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="tglassy, post: 6993662, member: 6855204"] [sblock=Stats] Teryn Mallus Eldridge Knight Str 16 Dex 10 Con 14 Int 14 Wis 8 Cha 12 HP 20 AC 17 Prof Bonus +2 Init +0 Race Human +1 Str, +1 Con Bonus Feat - (Dual Wielder) Bonus Trained skill - (Investigation) Bonus language - (Elvish) Class Fighter Two Weapon Fighting Style Second Wind Action Surge Proficiencies Armor: All Weapons: All Saves: Strength, Constitution Background Sage Skills: Arcana, History Bonus Language: Two bonus languages Feature: Research - Know where to find research on any subject Feats Dual Wielder - +1 AC when wielding two weapons, can wield two weapons even if one is not light, can draw and stow two weapons instead of one. Skills Athletics +5 Intimidation +3 Investigation +4 Arcana +4 History +4 Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Infernal Equipment Cash: 10 Weapons Longsword: +5/1d8+3 Handaxe: +5/1d6+3 Armor Chain Mail Gear 2 Curved longswords (falchions) Chain mail 2 Handaxes Dungeoneers pack Bottle of ink Quill Small knife Letter from dead colleague posing a question I have not been able to answer Common clothes [/sblock] [sblock=Story] Teryn Mallus was a scholar in the service of the Magi. He lived fairly well, as well as any. He was slightly overweight, a side effect of always having enough food for his family and having a career that kept him in a chair looking at books. He always wished he could have joined the town guard or something, but never did. He married at a young age, and had three children, but he spent most of his time away from home working for the Magi. When he married, he loved his wife, and he was proud of his kids at first. Eventually, the strain of his job caused trouble at home. When his oldest was a teenager, and his youngest was 8, he had an affair with a female student at the Academy. What he didn't know was that the student was <Insert Hook>. Early one morning, after being out with the other woman most of the night, he returned home, and the Magi came for him. They slaughtered his wife, his son and one of his girls in front of him. His youngest child, 8 years old at the time, survived only because she was away at a friend's house at the time. The Magi did not speak to him. They did not gloat or even tell him why they were doing what they did. He does not know why they did what they did. It could be for any number of a thousand reasons, and he has wondered at them all. All he knows is that he never realized how much he loved his wife, and how much he would miss her and his children once they were gone. They'd had problems, neither had been perfect, and yes, he had been weak and sought comfort in the arms of another, but he had loved her. And now it was too late to fix it. For the next year, the rest of his life crumbled. He lost his position at the Academy, his theories and research discredited. He was made to look like a hack, and rumors spread that he had killed his family and somehow gotten away with it. He turned to alcohol, drowning his sorrows. His surviving daughter was sent to live with relatives. And he had a burning desire to hurt the Magi. It didn't matter how. To anyone watching, he was a shell of a man who rarely left his home except to drink himself to sleep at the bar. Everyone assumed his loss of weight was attributed to not eating enough. And for six months, they were right. But then something changed. At first, it was just to vent his rage. He started punching his couch, and when that wore out he began punching a punching bag he bought from a friend. The workout cleared his mind, helped him forget. The pain and soreness were a thousand times easier than the pain in his heart. He started seeing his daughter more, though she was still staying with relatives, his wife's sister and her family. They never liked him anyway, and were more than happy to keep him away. But as he transformed from a shallow academic to a drunk, they just figured he was becoming what he always was. When he began to transform from a drunk to something more...dangerous...they started to fear him and what he might do. He was smart, smarter than many of the Magi themselves, even when drunk a quarter of the time. They'd used him as council before he had inexplicably fallen out of their favor. He was good at figuring things out, at investigating mysteries. They'd often give him problems they had trouble working out, and his creative, abstract brain would make connections amongst the information given. He knew about magic, that there were things the Magi did that anyone could do, if they knew how. But he wasn't gifted in that area. Not naturally. So one day, he made his way to his old job, and managed to sneak out with a spell book. Just a simple one. So far, he has not been able to figure out how to make the spells work, but he knew it was only a matter of time. In the meantime, he also began training with the blade. He went to a friend who was skilled in this area, and asked for one on one training. He dove headfirst into this training, wanting to learn to use a weapon in either hand, first so he would simply never be caught with just his off hand, but later so he could wield two blades at once, in perfect unison. It has been two years since his wife's death, and he has just begun to join the world outside his home. Those who knew him before would not recognize him now. Before he was unkempt, pudgy, a little slow and very clumsy. But now, his body has been tone with constant training, his hair is cut short, and there is nothing clumsy about the way he moves. Most still believe he is a drunk. They aren't wrong. He looks out at the world around him, seeing it clearly for the first time. Seeing the injustices. The evil. The darkness. And it makes him sick. He can't just sit on his hands. Something has lit inside him, and it won't go out. A darkness of his own. A beast within, crawling and snapping at his mind, wanting release, wanting...permission. Permission to attack. Permission to defend. Permission to end the threats to his family. He still has a daughter to take care of. He can still make the world a better place for her. [/sblock] [sblock=Personality] [B]Traits [/B] [SIZE=3][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]I . . . speak . . . slowly . . . when talking . . . to idiots, [SIZE=3]. . .[/SIZE][/SIZE][/FONT][SIZE=3][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]which . . . almost. . . everyone . . . is . . . compared . . .to me.[/SIZE] [/FONT][/SIZE][/SIZE] [SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3][SIZE=3][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3] I’m willing to listen to every side of an argument before [/SIZE][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3][SIZE=3]I[/SIZE] make my own judgment.[/SIZE] [/FONT][B]Ideal[/B] [/SIZE][SIZE=3][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]Knowledge. The path to power and self-improvement [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]is through knowledge. (Neutral)[/SIZE] [/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][B]Bonds[/B] [/SIZE][SIZE=3][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]Someone I loved died because of amistake I made. [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]That will never happen again.[/SIZE][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3] [B]Flaw[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]I speak without really thinking through my words, [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=CenturySchoolbook][SIZE=3]invariably insulting others[/SIZE].[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=2] [/SIZE] [SIZE=2] [/SIZE] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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