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<blockquote data-quote="Rathan" data-source="post: 3437061" data-attributes="member: 1322">Rathan Hawthorne; Cleirc 1 / Faithfull Soul Looking for Purpose (Approved)[CODE][B]Name:[/B]&nbsp; Rathan Hawthorne[B]Class:[/B] Cleric[B]Race:[/B] Human[B]Size:[/B] Medium[B]Gender:[/B] Male[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral Good[B]Deity:[/B] Hyrag[B]Domains:[/B]Healing, Sun[B]Str:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Level:[/B] 1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]XP:[/B] 915[B]Dex:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]BAB:[/B] 0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]HP:[/B] 10 (1d8+2)[B]Con:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Grapple:[/B] +1&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Dmg Red:[/B] [B]Int:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Speed:[/B] 20'&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Spell Res:[/B] 0[B]Wis:[/B] 16 +3 (10p.)&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Init:[/B] +0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Spell Save:[/B] +0[B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.)&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]ACP:[/B] -4&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 0%&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Base&nbsp; &nbsp; Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; Shld&nbsp; &nbsp; Dex&nbsp; &nbsp; Size&nbsp; &nbsp; Nat&nbsp; &nbsp; Misc&nbsp; &nbsp; Total[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; 16[B]Armor:[/B]Chain Shirt&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Heavy Steel Shield&nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Touch:[/B]10&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Flatfooted:[/B]&nbsp; 16&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Base&nbsp; &nbsp; Mod&nbsp; &nbsp; Misc&nbsp; &nbsp; Total[/B][B]Fort:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +4[B]Ref:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +0[B]Will:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +7[B]Weapon&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Attack&nbsp; &nbsp; Damage&nbsp; &nbsp; Critical[/B]Heavy Mace&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +1&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d8+1&nbsp; &nbsp; 20x2Light Crossbow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; 1d8+0&nbsp; &nbsp; 19-20x2[B]Languages:[/B] Common[B]Abilities:[/B]Turn Undead: 5/day, +2 to turning roll, +3 to damage roll[B]Feats:[/B] Combat Casting, Iron Will[B]Skill Points:[/B] 12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 2/4[B]Skills[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Ranks&nbsp; &nbsp; Mod&nbsp; &nbsp; Misc&nbsp; &nbsp; Total[/B]Concentration&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; +6/+10Heal&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +5Knowladge(Religion)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +4Spellcraft&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2&nbsp; &nbsp; +0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +2[B]Equipment:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cost&nbsp; &nbsp; Weight[/B]Chain Shirt&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 100gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 25 lbsHeavy Mace&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 12pg&nbsp; &nbsp; 8lbsHeavy Steel Sheild&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 20gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 15lbsLight Crossbow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 35gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 4lbs&nbsp; &nbsp; Bolts (30)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 3gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 3lbs&nbsp; &nbsp; Backpack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 2lbs&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [Map/Scroll Case&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; .5lbFlint and Steel&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; -Ink (1/2 oz.)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4gp&nbsp; &nbsp; -&nbsp; &nbsp; Inkpen&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1sp&nbsp; &nbsp; -Common Lamp&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1sp&nbsp; &nbsp; 1lbOil (2 pints)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2sp&nbsp; &nbsp; 2lbsParchment (10 Sheets)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2gp&nbsp; &nbsp; -Belt Pouch (x3)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 3gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 1.5lbs50' Hempen Rope&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 10lbs7 Days Trail Rations&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 7gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 3.5lbsWaterskin&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; 3lbCleric Vestments (Hyrag)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; -Wooden Holy Symbol (Hyrag)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1gp&nbsp; &nbsp; -[B]Total Weight:[/B]78.5lb&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Money:[/B] 6gp 3sp 10cp&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Lgt&nbsp; &nbsp; Med&nbsp; &nbsp; Hvy&nbsp;&nbsp; Lift&nbsp; Push[/B][B]Max Weight:[/B]130&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 43&nbsp; &nbsp; 44-86&nbsp; &nbsp; 87-130&nbsp; &nbsp; 260&nbsp; &nbsp; 650[B]Age:[/B] 23[B]Height:[/B] 5'11&quot;[B]Weight:[/B] 161lb[B]Eyes:[/B] Blue[B]Hair:[/B] Short Brown[B]Skin:[/B] White, Slightly Tanned[B]Spells Per Day:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 0th: 3 1st: 2+1[B]Spells Prepared:[/B]&nbsp; &nbsp; 0th: (Light, Create Water, Detect Magic)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1st: (Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds, Cure Light Wounds[Healing Domain][/CODE][sblock=Appearance]Appearance:Rathan is a young man of average height, his short brown hair lightens in the sun of summer, and darkens to an almost black in the dead of heavy winters. He being a holy man of Hyrag perfers his off white robes, the holy symbol of his god depicted in the middle chest of most all of his clothing. A innately cautious man, he more often than not will be seen wearing his armor and carring his weaponry on him most all the time.[/sblock] [sblock=Background]Background:Rathans story begins early in his life. His mother and father are but mere dreams and short memories in his mind as he was only 6 years old when he last saw them alive. It is said by most that the walking dead of a plague to this world like none other and Rathan knows this addage all too well. Rathans father was a devoted beleiver and holy man sense the age of 19 himself. Hyrag was who he worshiped as most did the small hammlet he and his family called home. Many generations of Hawthornes were intagrate in this tiny little forest-edge village. It was a peacefull place, a place one could worship in peace without the worry of threats in the form of creature of thief alike and life was good for most of the tight knit community in which Rathan was born and raised for a short time before the peace was broken with pain and suffering that haunts the mind of this man of faith to this day. Rathan cannot remeber if it was late at night, or early in the afternoon with smoke so thick night would have been more illuminated. Mass hysteria filled the air as the screams of man, woman, and child alike rang true through the small underserving hammlet. Bodies left anf right, and if one was bring back the memories they could almost say the streets ran crimson with the blood of the good townsfolk who were slaughtered needlessly at the hands of undeath. Some would say hundreds, if not thousands of the walking dead swarmed the village and partook in any and all flesh within rotting arms reach. For those that survived, which in itself was a miracle, would say the memorized of thier friends, family members, and those people they'd known all of thier lives being eaten alive in thier own front yards or in the streets themselves would give them nightmares to thier dying day. Rathan, thanks to his mothers quick thinking was one of these survivors. His mother was blessed with the an uncanny knack to know when trouble was comming and feeling something was not right she packed a nice days meals into a basket and sent her husband and her son on a night long hunting trip of deer hides, the skin she would use to tan and make into armor or any number of other uses and pulled her weight in the family this way. Apon returning the hammlet, the carnage had been done and gone now for only a short time. The bodies laying around still steaming in the cool morning fog as the reality set in around his father. Neither of them will ever forget what happened this day nor in the weeks following for Rathan. His father could not take what had happened to his life or lack there of after the senseless loss of life around him and snuffed his own spark at the end of his own shortsword no more than three weeks after the tragedy occured. Now left to fend his on his own the very young Rathan would sit in his home, not knowing what would happen next with his fathers body rotting in the bed in the corner of the room. Needless to say Rathan would not move from his home as the fear would strike him of the carnage that happened outside his dwelling. Tears were the only thing he would know for three long days before a kind, strong soul would hear his pleas for Hyrag to bless him safe passage into the life beyond. Korik Dorwald, a Brightstriker of Hyrag, would hear the young boys plea and instead of answering his call for death, would ive him a new chance at life. Korik would take the boy home with him at least a week journey north and into the forest and he and his wife and son took Rathan into thier home and made him thier own. Korik would train Rathan in his image as Rathan asked him to do so when the time came and his mind was old enough to understand what truely had happened. He would teach him in the ways and texts of his own god hyrag and would learn the boy in combat with a heavy mace, shield, and crossbow.Now at the age of 23 Rathan sets out on his own, a feeling he had not known sense the carnage of his hammlet home, in search of some sort of closure for what happened to his family, he knows not where his quest will take him, all he knows is that with his faith in Hyrag, somehow he will find what he is looking for.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rathan, post: 3437061, member: 1322"] [size=1][b]Rathan Hawthorne; Cleirc 1 / Faithfull Soul Looking for Purpose[/b] (Approved)[/size] [CODE][B]Name:[/B] Rathan Hawthorne [B]Class:[/B] Cleric [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Size:[/B] Medium [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral Good [B]Deity:[/B] Hyrag [B]Domains:[/B]Healing, Sun [B]Str:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.) [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP:[/B] 915 [B]Dex:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]BAB:[/B] 0 [B]HP:[/B] 10 (1d8+2) [B]Con:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +1 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] [B]Int:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 20' [B]Spell Res:[/B] 0 [B]Wis:[/B] 16 +3 (10p.) [B]Init:[/B] +0 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +0 [B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -4 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 0% [B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B] 10 +4 +2 +0 +0 +0 +0 16 [B]Armor:[/B] Chain Shirt Heavy Steel Shield [B]Touch:[/B]10 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 16 [B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B] [B]Fort:[/B] +2 +2 +4 [B]Ref:[/B] +0 +0 +0 [B]Will:[/B] +2 +3 +2 +7 [B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B] Heavy Mace +1 1d8+1 20x2 Light Crossbow +0 1d8+0 19-20x2 [B]Languages:[/B] Common [B]Abilities:[/B] Turn Undead: 5/day, +2 to turning roll, +3 to damage roll [B]Feats:[/B] Combat Casting, Iron Will [B]Skill Points:[/B] 12 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 2/4 [B]Skills[/B] [B]Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B] Concentration 4 +2 +4 +6/+10 Heal 2 +3 +5 Knowladge(Religion) 4 +0 +4 Spellcraft 2 +0 +2 [B]Equipment:[/B] Cost Weight[/B] Chain Shirt 100gp 25 lbs Heavy Mace 12pg 8lbs Heavy Steel Sheild 20gp 15lbs Light Crossbow 35gp 4lbs Bolts (30) 3gp 3lbs Backpack 2gp 2lbs [Map/Scroll Case 1gp .5lb Flint and Steel 1gp - Ink (1/2 oz.) 4gp - Inkpen 1sp - Common Lamp 1sp 1lb Oil (2 pints) 2sp 2lbs Parchment (10 Sheets) 2gp - Belt Pouch (x3) 3gp 1.5lbs 50' Hempen Rope 1gp 10lbs 7 Days Trail Rations 7gp 3.5lbs Waterskin 1gp 3lb Cleric Vestments (Hyrag) - - Wooden Holy Symbol (Hyrag) 1gp - [B]Total Weight:[/B]78.5lb [B]Money:[/B] 6gp 3sp 10cp [B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B] [B]Max Weight:[/B]130 43 44-86 87-130 260 650 [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Height:[/B] 5'11" [B]Weight:[/B] 161lb [B]Eyes:[/B] Blue [B]Hair:[/B] Short Brown [B]Skin:[/B] White, Slightly Tanned [B]Spells Per Day:[/B] 0th: 3 1st: 2+1 [B]Spells Prepared:[/B] 0th: (Light, Create Water, Detect Magic) 1st: (Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds, Cure Light Wounds[Healing Domain][/CODE] [sblock=Appearance][B]Appearance:[/B]Rathan is a young man of average height, his short brown hair lightens in the sun of summer, and darkens to an almost black in the dead of heavy winters. He being a holy man of Hyrag perfers his off white robes, the holy symbol of his god depicted in the middle chest of most all of his clothing. A innately cautious man, he more often than not will be seen wearing his armor and carring his weaponry on him most all the time.[/sblock] [sblock=Background][B]Background:[/B] Rathans story begins early in his life. His mother and father are but mere dreams and short memories in his mind as he was only 6 years old when he last saw them alive. It is said by most that the walking dead of a plague to this world like none other and Rathan knows this addage all too well. Rathans father was a devoted beleiver and holy man sense the age of 19 himself. Hyrag was who he worshiped as most did the small hammlet he and his family called home. Many generations of Hawthornes were intagrate in this tiny little forest-edge village. It was a peacefull place, a place one could worship in peace without the worry of threats in the form of creature of thief alike and life was good for most of the tight knit community in which Rathan was born and raised for a short time before the peace was broken with pain and suffering that haunts the mind of this man of faith to this day. Rathan cannot remeber if it was late at night, or early in the afternoon with smoke so thick night would have been more illuminated. Mass hysteria filled the air as the screams of man, woman, and child alike rang true through the small underserving hammlet. Bodies left anf right, and if one was bring back the memories they could almost say the streets ran crimson with the blood of the good townsfolk who were slaughtered needlessly at the hands of undeath. Some would say hundreds, if not thousands of the walking dead swarmed the village and partook in any and all flesh within rotting arms reach. For those that survived, which in itself was a miracle, would say the memorized of thier friends, family members, and those people they'd known all of thier lives being eaten alive in thier own front yards or in the streets themselves would give them nightmares to thier dying day. Rathan, thanks to his mothers quick thinking was one of these survivors. His mother was blessed with the an uncanny knack to know when trouble was comming and feeling something was not right she packed a nice days meals into a basket and sent her husband and her son on a night long hunting trip of deer hides, the skin she would use to tan and make into armor or any number of other uses and pulled her weight in the family this way. Apon returning the hammlet, the carnage had been done and gone now for only a short time. The bodies laying around still steaming in the cool morning fog as the reality set in around his father. Neither of them will ever forget what happened this day nor in the weeks following for Rathan. His father could not take what had happened to his life or lack there of after the senseless loss of life around him and snuffed his own spark at the end of his own shortsword no more than three weeks after the tragedy occured. Now left to fend his on his own the very young Rathan would sit in his home, not knowing what would happen next with his fathers body rotting in the bed in the corner of the room. Needless to say Rathan would not move from his home as the fear would strike him of the carnage that happened outside his dwelling. Tears were the only thing he would know for three long days before a kind, strong soul would hear his pleas for Hyrag to bless him safe passage into the life beyond. Korik Dorwald, a Brightstriker of Hyrag, would hear the young boys plea and instead of answering his call for death, would ive him a new chance at life. Korik would take the boy home with him at least a week journey north and into the forest and he and his wife and son took Rathan into thier home and made him thier own. Korik would train Rathan in his image as Rathan asked him to do so when the time came and his mind was old enough to understand what truely had happened. He would teach him in the ways and texts of his own god hyrag and would learn the boy in combat with a heavy mace, shield, and crossbow. Now at the age of 23 Rathan sets out on his own, a feeling he had not known sense the carnage of his hammlet home, in search of some sort of closure for what happened to his family, he knows not where his quest will take him, all he knows is that with his faith in Hyrag, somehow he will find what he is looking for.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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