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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JohnClark" data-source="post: 315106" data-attributes="member: 4433">Thanks much, with that in mind:Derek StormSwordStr:14 Dex: 14 Con: 12 Int: 14 Wis: 14 Cha: 8(i'll explain this stat in the backstory.HD: 1d10+1 (11 hp)Saves, Fort: 3 Ref: 2 Will: 2AC: 14 (+2 Dex, +2 Leather Armor)Attacks: Longsword (primary) +1, Shortsword (secondary) +1, or +3 light crossbowDamage: Longsword 1d8+2, shortsword 1d6+2,  light crossbow 1d8Feats: Quickdraw(human), Dodge (normal), Track (ranger), two-weapon fighting (ranger), ambidexterity (ranger)Skills: +4 Climb (2 ranks), +4 Craft (caligraphy) (2 ranks), +6 Hide (4 ranks), +4 Jump (2 ranks), +4 Listen (2 ranks), +6 Move Silently (4 ranks), +6 Ride (4 ranks), +4 spot (2 ranks), +4 Use Rope (2 ranks), +6 Wilderness Lore (4 ranks) Languages: Common, Elven and InfernalFavored Enemy: DemonsGear: Longsword, shortsword, light crossbow, light war horse, bit and briddle, millitary saddle, 100ft. silk rope, grappling jook, cold weather clothes, 2 ink vials, inkpen, 10 parchment sheets, scroll case, saddlebags, back pack, 10 trail rations, waterskin, flint and steel, 5 candels, 5 pitons, winter blanket and bedroll, spade, tent, pipe and tobacco, 50 crossbow bolts.Derek was born 24 years ago, the only child of Arkady and Janalis StormSword. His father was a mercenary who taught Derek the art of stealth and invisibility while he was growing up. His mother was a locally accomplished artists, and taught Derek the fine art of caligraphy, using the elven script. His father (who was rumored to be a member of the ninja of the crescent moon), often left in the middle of the night, only to return 3-4 days later, with no explination forthcoming. Derek, ever the curious one, followed his father one night. They traveled for nearly two days before reaching his father's destination, a very large mansion. Watching from the trees as his father went inside, Derek was alarmed to see explosions inside the house. The next thing he new, his father was running out at full speed with a huge form trailing him. Derek couldn't make it out until it swung it's giant sword, slicing his father's head clean off. The beast then turned and looked eyes with Derek, and he new instantly what it was. The balor took on a mischievous grin and began to slowly walk towards Derek. Wasting no time, Derek fled into the forest and returned home. Once he got there however, he had bairly enough time to pack his things, before the demon and two of his friends were upon his village. They began destroying houses, killing everyone in sight. Derek watched, helpless, as they killed his mother, his friends, eveyrone he knew. In his young foolishness, he attempted to assault one of the lesser demons from his horse. He recieved a huge gash along the side of his face for his trouble. Knowing he had no choice, he turned round and fled west. He did not stop riding until he reached the jewel of the north, Silverymoon. From then on, he vowed to eliminate demons wherever he found them, and he donned a black ninja outfit, partly to remember his father by, and partly to conceal the horrible reminder of that night that lay upon his cheek.</blockquote>

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