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Jagos Blueburn
Appearance: The first impression most people get of Jagos is that he seems to be constantly in control of himself and his surroundings. Every motion he makes seem carefully planned in advance and his constant stares at anyone present seem to let him sense everything about them. When he is faced with some kind of obstacle (a look to pick, someone asking him a question) he always seems to narrow his eyes as if looking for any hidden barbs.
Jagos currently has a fading burn covering most of his face.
Background: Jagos grew up in a small town hastily built to provide services to caravans traveling the nearby trade road. His father left him and his mother behind there when he got bored with family life. This was when Jagos was still only one year old and six years later his mother died from a wasting sickness leaving Jagos on his own. He managed to live relatively well in the slums of the town, perfecting his techniques for stealing: climbing into windows, picking pockets, performing con tricks and ordinary muggings were all in his repertoire. He tried to avoid killing whenever possible and took to wearing a mask so as not to be recognised by his victims.
The three times when he was forced to kill, Jagos did it without mercy though. Once, two thugs decided that he was intruding on their territory and attacked him in the street one night. Jagos kept his head cool and fought defensively until one of them slipped in a pool of water and was quickly thrust down after which his demoralised companion was easily dealt with. Another time, when Jagos was just leaving the house of a rich (although now slightly less so) merchant. He was surprised by the merchant who, in drunken bravery, intended to run him through with his rapier. During the short fight that followed; before the merchants rapier lay on the floor and he was backed into a wall; he actually managed to rip away Jagos mask and get a good look at his face. Looking into the merchant’s eyes, Jagos could see that he only waited for him to leave before calling the guards and directing them to him. Jagos, deciding on the best course of action, quickly slit the merchant’s throat before leaving.
During all of this, Jagos always knew that what he was doing was wrong, but had managed to suppress his conscience by convincing himself that he never had any other choice. One day that would come to change though. When looking through some scrolls that he had liberated from a local hedge wizard he realised that he could read them, a feat he had been told only wizards could perform. He was overcome by an enthusiasm unlike any he had ever felt and immediately tried casting the inscribed spell. As he felt the rush of power building up in him while reading the inscribed words, he just had time to realise that something had gone wrong before it exploded in his face, sending him unconscious to the floor.
When he regained consciousness, Jagos understood just how close he had been to dying and cursed himself for his uncarefulness, as he couldn't do much anything besides lying in bed for the next few days he had a lot of time to think. He tried to find a reason for why he could use magic and remembered a story that his mother had told him as a child. Apparently his great grandfather had been rumoured to have uncontrolled sorcerous power; rumours which were greatly supported by the fact that his living house had burned down, not once, or even twice, but three times for no apparent reason. This caused his neighbours not only to believe him to be a sorcerer, but also to rename him and his family from Bluebird to Blueburn. Jagos figured that since there seemed to be sorcerous blood in his family, he had probably got some of that blood as well. He realised that he must learn to control his power to get any use for it. He also realised that he now had the chance to do something else than petty theft and decided to leave his old life behind him, selling or abandoning the few things he owned but couldn't carry and buying what he thought he'd need for the road.
Journal: After leaving his home town, Jagos wandered aimlessly, trying to find a new place for himself in the world. Every night he would unsuccessfully try to make the magic powers that he knew to be within him come to life. Eventually he had travelled almost to the end of the world, near the tower of fire where he entered the city of Ignussus. Jagos was determined to, here at last, find a way to earn some money and glory while waiting fo his powers to manifest.
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[B]Name:[/B] Jagos Blueburn
[B]Class:[/B] Rogue 1
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral
[B]Deity:[/B] None
[B]Str:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.) [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP:[/B] 0
[B]Dex:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +0 [B]HP:[/B] 6 (1d6)
[B]Con:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +1 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] -
[B]Int:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] -
[B]Wis:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Init:[/B] +2 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +0
[B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -0 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 10%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +2 +0 +2 +0 +0 +0 14
[B]Touch:[/B] 12 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 12
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 0 +0 +0
[B]Ref:[/B] 2 +2 +4
[B]Will:[/B] 0 +2 +2
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical Range[/B]
Rapier +1 1d6+1 18-20x2
Sap +1 1d6+1 20x2
Dagger (thrown) +2 1d4+1 19-20x2 10 ft.
Short Bow +2 1d6 20x3 60 ft.
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elven, Draconic
[B]Abilities:[/B] Sneak Attack +1d6
[B]Feats:[/B] Combat Expertise, Improved Disarm
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 44 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 4/2
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Bluff (Cha) 4 +2 +6
Climb (Str) 4 +1 * +5
Disable Device (Int) 4 +2 +2 +8
Hide (Dex) 4 +2 * +6
Intimidate (Cha) 4 +2 +6
Move Silently (Dex) 4 +2 * +6
Open Lock (Dex) 4 +2 +2 +8
Search (Int) 4 +2 +6
Sense Motive (Wis) 4 +2 +6
Sleight of Hand (Dex) 4 +2 * +6
Use Magic Device (Cha) 4 +2 +6
* -3 when carrying a medium load. (with Backpack)
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Rapier 20gp 2lb
Sap 1gp 2lb
4 Daggers 8gp 4lb
Short Bow 30gp 2lb
Arrows (20) 1gp 3lb
Leather Armor 10gp 15lb
Masterwork Thieves' tools 100gp 2lb
Flint and Steel 1gp -
Explorer's Outfit - -
Backpack 2gp 2lb
Bedroll 1sp 5lb
5 Rations, trail 25sp 5lb
Rope, silk 10gp 5lb
3 Torches 3cp 3lb
Waterskin 1gp 4lb
Whetstone 2cp 1lb
Spell component pouch 5gp 2lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B] 62lb with Backpack, 30lb without [B]Money:[/B] 9gp 6sp 6cp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 43 86 130 260 650
[B]Age:[/B] 20
[B]Height:[/B] 5'6"
[B]Weight:[/B] 150 lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Brown
[B]Hair:[/B] Shoulder length, dark brown, hair gathered in a ponytail. No beard.
[B]Skin:[/B] Lightly tannedJagos currently has a fading burn covering most of his face.
Background: Jagos grew up in a small town hastily built to provide services to caravans traveling the nearby trade road. His father left him and his mother behind there when he got bored with family life. This was when Jagos was still only one year old and six years later his mother died from a wasting sickness leaving Jagos on his own. He managed to live relatively well in the slums of the town, perfecting his techniques for stealing: climbing into windows, picking pockets, performing con tricks and ordinary muggings were all in his repertoire. He tried to avoid killing whenever possible and took to wearing a mask so as not to be recognised by his victims.
The three times when he was forced to kill, Jagos did it without mercy though. Once, two thugs decided that he was intruding on their territory and attacked him in the street one night. Jagos kept his head cool and fought defensively until one of them slipped in a pool of water and was quickly thrust down after which his demoralised companion was easily dealt with. Another time, when Jagos was just leaving the house of a rich (although now slightly less so) merchant. He was surprised by the merchant who, in drunken bravery, intended to run him through with his rapier. During the short fight that followed; before the merchants rapier lay on the floor and he was backed into a wall; he actually managed to rip away Jagos mask and get a good look at his face. Looking into the merchant’s eyes, Jagos could see that he only waited for him to leave before calling the guards and directing them to him. Jagos, deciding on the best course of action, quickly slit the merchant’s throat before leaving.
During all of this, Jagos always knew that what he was doing was wrong, but had managed to suppress his conscience by convincing himself that he never had any other choice. One day that would come to change though. When looking through some scrolls that he had liberated from a local hedge wizard he realised that he could read them, a feat he had been told only wizards could perform. He was overcome by an enthusiasm unlike any he had ever felt and immediately tried casting the inscribed spell. As he felt the rush of power building up in him while reading the inscribed words, he just had time to realise that something had gone wrong before it exploded in his face, sending him unconscious to the floor.
When he regained consciousness, Jagos understood just how close he had been to dying and cursed himself for his uncarefulness, as he couldn't do much anything besides lying in bed for the next few days he had a lot of time to think. He tried to find a reason for why he could use magic and remembered a story that his mother had told him as a child. Apparently his great grandfather had been rumoured to have uncontrolled sorcerous power; rumours which were greatly supported by the fact that his living house had burned down, not once, or even twice, but three times for no apparent reason. This caused his neighbours not only to believe him to be a sorcerer, but also to rename him and his family from Bluebird to Blueburn. Jagos figured that since there seemed to be sorcerous blood in his family, he had probably got some of that blood as well. He realised that he must learn to control his power to get any use for it. He also realised that he now had the chance to do something else than petty theft and decided to leave his old life behind him, selling or abandoning the few things he owned but couldn't carry and buying what he thought he'd need for the road.
Journal: After leaving his home town, Jagos wandered aimlessly, trying to find a new place for himself in the world. Every night he would unsuccessfully try to make the magic powers that he knew to be within him come to life. Eventually he had travelled almost to the end of the world, near the tower of fire where he entered the city of Ignussus. Jagos was determined to, here at last, find a way to earn some money and glory while waiting fo his powers to manifest.
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