Whisper
Class: Fast Hero1/ Strong Hero2
Race: Human
Occupation: Military (Hide, Move Silently, Combat Martial Arts)
Allegiance: ???
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Height: 6?0?
Weight: 190 lbs.
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black (shaved)
Skin: Deeply tanned
STR 14 (+2)
DEX 16 (+3)
CON 12 (+1)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 12 (+1)
CHA 10
Hit Dice: 1d8+2d10
HP: 25 (8+7+7+3(for Con))
Defense: 19 (+3 Dex +5 Class +1 Armor)
Initiative: +3
BAB: +1
Melee/Ranged: +3/+2
Speed: 30?
Fort/Ref/Will: +3/+4/+1
Reputation: 0
Action Points: 17
Wealth: +8
[Attacks]
Combat Martial Arts: +5 (1d4+4 lethal)
Ranged Attack: +2
[Class Abilities]
Evasion, Melee Smash
[Feats]
Dodge, Combat Martial Arts, Defensive Martial Arts, Weapon Focus: Unarmed, Elusive Target, Simple Weapons Proficiency
[Skills]
Hide +10/6
Jump +6/4
Move Silently +10/6
Spot +5,4
Sleight of Hand +7/4
Tumble +7/4
Drive +6/3
Profession(Soldier/Mercenary)+6/4
[Languages]
???
[Equipment]
Leather Jacket, sleeveless brown t-shirt, camo pants, steel-toed boots, sunglasses, backpack, binoculars, lock release gun(black market, in bike), duct tape, first aid kit, compass, flashlight, assorted road atlases, mesh vest, sleeping bag (in bike), portable stove(in bike), trail rations, Harley Davidson FLSTF (used).
[Magical Items]
Steeled Gloves +1
[Background]
Born on a Cherokee reservation in central Oklahoma, he was given the name "Hunter" as a toddler when he exibited a propensity for stalking the family labrador. He was raised as most Cherokee are in the modern world, but also kept close to his people's traditions. He grew up there and lived happily as a rebellious teenager until the call of the outside finally brought him into the embrace of the big cities. He travelled for a few years as little more than a vegabond before being recruited in Talahasee, Florida by the Marines.
In the Marines, he excelled at physical training and field trials. He was already quick as a cat, but the instruction only made him better. Not only was he adept at military life, he enjoyed it, and enrolled in Recon school to further his training.
In Recon, he earned the callsign "Whisper" for his knack at getting around quietly, and his calm demeanor. During a two day leave just before graduation, he was at a bar with a handful of his fellow soldiers when a fight broke out. They attempted to break up the fight but tensions escalated, weapons were drawn, and before it was all over, three people were dead, two were paralyzed, and untold bones were broken.
In the subsequent trial, Whisper was court-marshalled for manslaughter and two counts of aggravated assault. He was sentenced to fifteen years in prison with chance for parole in five. Having only recently been released on parole, Whisper has built up a stronghold of bitterness within himself. He can be quick to anger, but equally quick to remember the life he has just left. On the inside, he was forced to be a sheep. Military prison will do that to a man. The fights were common, and the guards often encouraged it, only to fire some tear gas or rubber bullets into the crowd when it was all over.
Now he's looking for somewhere to fit. There is always the option of home, back on the reservation, but he won't allow himself to go crawling back there. So he rides the open roads until he finds a new home.
Description: Whisper has a well-muscled but lithe physique lending itself to quick, powerful motions and strong athletic performance. He is 6'0, 190 lbs, with black hair, black eyes, and deeply tanned skin from wearing a shirt as little as possible. He has little natural body hair and keeps his face and head shaved.
[DM Notes]
The Steeled gloves look like simple black leather - in poor condition, too - but they hit as if your hand was wrapped in a thin layer of steel (+1 to Hit, +1 Damage). You expected them to be gone when you got out of prison, but they were there, along with the clothes that you wore that night in the bar.
Also, take a look at your character (specifically AC). Let me know if I did anything wrong!