Geebo Kozolin
Rogue Level 1
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 55
STR: 10
DEX: 15
CON: 10
INT: 14
WIS: 10
CHA: 13
HP: 6
Initiative: +2
AC: 14 (flatfooted 12, touch 12)
BAB: +0
Speed: 30'
Fortitude: +0
Reflex: +4
Will: +0
Melee Attack Bonus: +0
Ranged Attack Bonus: +2
Weapons:
Hand Crossbow +2 1d4 19-20/x2 30ft Tiny Piercing
Light Crossbow +2 1d8 19-20/x2 80ft Small Piercing
Dagger (Thrown) +2 1d4 19-20/x2 30ft Tiny Piercing
Dagger +0 1d4 19-20/x2 30ft Tiny Piercing
*All Ranged Attacks +1 Damage when within 30ft.
Armor:
Leather Armor AC +2 Max Dex +6 AC Check -0
Skills:
Alchemy +6
Craft (Poison) +6
Craft (Trap Making) +6
Hide +6
Move Silently +6
Tumble +6
Open Lock +6
Disable Device +6
Diplomacy +5
Bluff +5
Disguise +5
Sense Motive +4
Feats:
*Sneak Attack +1d6
Point Blank Shot
Languages: Common, Elven, Gnome, and Dwarven
Equipment:
Leather Armor [10gp]
Hand Crossbow [100gp]
Light Crossbow [35gp]
5 Daggers [10gp]
100 Arrows [10gp]
35 Gold [35gp]
My name is Geebo, Geebo Kozolin. I’m a gnome hit man, I don’t practically like killing people but the money is quite good, and money is real important to make it in this world. My therapist said I should write down things about myself and my past as a means of growing, or something like that. I’m just trying to make sure I don’t slip into an evil state of mind as so many of my kind have.
As early as I could remember, I was part of a small group of travelers on a far off island. I learned later that this island was called Floodrun islands. My parents were travelers or inventors or both and were part of some great elven expedition to explore. Well, that didn’t last long.
While I was little my father, whose name was Keygo by the way, gave me a crossbow, because I was in charge of hunting food for our family. I must’ve been about 15 or so then. Even though I was young I took the task greatly. I didn’t mind killing the animals, I needed to eat, and so did my family.
Maybe the animals were angered at me, or food was low or something similar, because a whole pack of wolves came in a violent rage to our camp one early morning. I was awoken by their growls and the screams of elves being ripped apart. I grabbed my crossbow, and my hunting knife and left my tent. I saw many, many dead bodies. Both my parents ripped apart, in the toothy maws of gray skinned beasts. Well, I shot them both and equally ended their lives.
I grabbed food and luckily escaped the camp. I must’ve run 50 miles before I collapsed in depressed, angry, and worn out heap. The next thing I know I awoke in a bed, a bed in a dusty room. There was an old human man there. His name was Grem, or maybe it was Gram. He told me nursed me back to life. I thanked him; he also told me that I was now in the city of Araudine.
Well, there was a catch to all this. The man showed me his wizardly powers, and told me he was actually an elf hater and was working against the elves of the city, and That I would have to help him kill some elf lord or something, and then he would get me to the mainland and I could do whatever I wanted. I was about 21 or so then, and I agreed.
I did it; with a new weapon Grem gave me, a smaller hand crossbow. The bolt I used to shoot the elf was tipped in poison, deadly poison too. Needless to say, I did it, wanting to go this place Grem called the mainland. The poor elf was a lady, never liked killing ladies.
I had to kill Grem, no not because he made me do the hit. It was because of what I found him doing to another elf lady the next day. Lets just say it wasn’t very pleasant. She screamed a lot too. This man was a savage. I shot him, while he was in ‘the act’. He fell the floor, blood spilling from the hole in his neck. The elven girl, Christie, she was called if recall, helped me get to the mainland once I saved her.
I stowed away on some ship, heading for another elven town known as Floodrun. Once there, I didn’t know what to do with myself. My life lacked purpose. I soon began needing money for food my only answer being to become a burglar. I didn’t like taking the peoples money, but I didn’t like not eating either. So many tough choices I’ve made…law over unlaw, good and evil…I just try to not think about it much and do what I want, but back to my story.
The local thieves guild, forced me (quite easily, I wasn’t up to battling a group of thieves) into joining them. I first worked as a hit man then, but once I botched up one of there assigned hits, they wanted my head. It wasn’t really my fault I messed up, how was I to know the greedy merchant was actually a necromantic cleric?
I stole some money from them, and have been hitching rides from there all the way to the cauldron, performing simple hits and burglaries the whole time. Now that I have arrived I am looking to save my money to open an assassins guild of my own, but to get money for that (travel and food had cost me a lot) I am signing out as a freelancer to merchants, adventurers, guilds, anybody that will pay me enough.
“Hi I’m Geebo Kozolin, I’m not married, don’t have any kids, and I’d blow your head off if someone paid me enough”
Appearance
Geebo is exactly the average height and weight for a gnome, his hair is black and fine, but his eyes are gray, and he keeps his face shaved. He wears casual black/gray clothing, comfortable and flexible. He has a black hat (like one you would find in a bantam outfit) that he uses when it is cold, or when he is working sometimes.
