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<blockquote data-quote="Skarsgard" data-source="post: 6646623" data-attributes="member: 6787159"><p><strong>Darius Smithson</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Name:</strong> Darius Smithson</p><p><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger 3 (Scout)</p><p><strong>Background:</strong> Folk Hero</p><p><strong>Race:</strong> Human (Variant)</p><p><strong>Alignment:</strong> Chaotic Good</p><p><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Elder Speech</p><p></p><p><strong>HP:</strong> 36</p><p><strong>Hit dice:</strong> 3d10+6</p><p><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 15</p><p><strong>Passive investigation:</strong> 13</p><p><strong>AC:</strong> 16[17] (Breastplate)[Dual Wielder]</p><p><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2</p><p><strong>Speed:</strong> 35'</p><p></p><p><strong>Saving Throws:</strong></p><p>* Str 6</p><p>* Dex 4</p><p>Con 2</p><p>Int 1</p><p>Wis 3</p><p>Cha 0</p><p></p><p><strong>Base Stats</strong></p><p><strong>Strength:</strong> 18 (+4) <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Constitution:</strong> 14 (+2) <strong>Intelligence:</strong> 12 (1) <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 16 (+3) <strong>Charisma:</strong> 10 (0)</p><p></p><p><strong>Skills</strong></p><p>Acrobatics +2</p><p>*Animal Handling +5</p><p>Arcana +1</p><p>Athletics +4</p><p>Deception0</p><p>History +1</p><p>Insight +3</p><p>Intimidation 0</p><p>*Investigation +3</p><p>Medicine +3</p><p>*Nature +3</p><p>*Perception +5</p><p>Performance 0</p><p>Persuasion 0</p><p>Religion +1</p><p>Slight of Hand +2</p><p>*Stealth +4</p><p>*Survival +5</p><p></p><p>* = proficiency</p><p></p><p><strong>Other Proficiencies:</strong></p><p><strong>Armor:</strong> All light and medium armour, shields</p><p><strong>Weapons:</strong> All simple and martial weapons</p><p><strong>Tools:</strong> Smiths Tools</p><p><strong>Vehicles: </strong>Vehicles (Land)</p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>Feat:</strong> Dual Wielder</p><p><u><strong>Attacks</strong></u></p><p><strong>Melee:</strong> +6</p><p><strong>Ranged:</strong> +4</p><p></p><p><strong>Weapons</strong>:</p><p><u>Twin Weapons:</u></p><p><u></u>Elven Scimitar To Hit +7 Damage 1d6+5/S</p><p>Hand axe To Hit +6 Damage 1d6+4/S</p><p></p><p>Short bow To Hit +4 Damage 1d6+2/P</p><p></p><p><strong>Equipment: </strong></p><p>Breastplate, Helm, Gauntlets (Bonus Starting Gear)</p><p>Compass to elven grave.</p><p>Short bow</p><p>20 Arrows</p><p>1 Quiver</p><p>Explorer's Pack</p><p>-Backpack, Blanket, Bedroll, Mess kit, Tinderbox, 10 torches, 7d rations, water skin, 50ft hemp rope</p><p>Hand axes x2</p><p>Smiths Tools</p><p>Oil x2</p><p>Mirror Steel</p><p>Common Clothes</p><p>Whetstone</p><p>Sacks x2</p><p>Belt Pouch</p><p></p><p>Coins: 32 gp 5 sp</p><p></p><p><strong>Features and Traits:</strong></p><p>Rustic Hospitality</p><p>Defining Event:</p><p>Natures Explorer – Forest</p><p>Sign Language</p><p>Scouting</p><p>Fighting Style – Twin Weapon</p><p>Poultices (3)</p><p>Scouts Movement</p><p>Ranger Archetype – Hunter (Colossal Slayer)</p><p>Primeval Awareness (once per S/L rest)</p><p>Combat Superiority (4d8) – Parry, Menacing Stike</p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>Background Info</strong></p><p><strong>Age:</strong> 21</p><p><strong>Height:</strong> 6’4”</p><p><strong>Weight:</strong> 225 lbs.</p><p><strong>Eyes:</strong> Blue</p><p><strong>Skin:</strong> Tanned</p><p><strong>Hair:</strong> Brown</p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>Defining Event</strong>: A celestial, fey, or similar creature gave me a blessing or revealed my secret origin.</p><p><strong>Personality Traits:</strong> </p><ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">If someone is in trouble, I’m always ready to lend help.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">I judge people by their actions, not their words.</li> </ul><p><strong>Ideals: </strong>Respect. People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. (Good)</p><p><strong>Bonds:</strong> I protect those who cannot protect themselves.</p><p><strong>Flaws:</strong> The tyrant who rules my land will stop at nothing to see me killed.</p><p></p><p><strong>Character Backstory: </strong>[sblock=a bit of a read, sorry]</p><p>The doe’s ears flicked slightly as Darius shifted his position to take the strain of the bow. He had been tracking the deer for close to three hours now and these final few moments would determine the success or failure of the venture. Breathing slowly he sighted just behind the doe’s front leg where he knew the heart was, where he knew he could make the swiftest and most pain free kill. This is where he belonged, in the forest at one with the land; how would he tell his father that the forge was not where his heart lay?</p><p> </p><p>Not that he was ungrateful for the trade, but he did not have his father’s love for the flow of hot metal and the creation of items from raw ingredient, sweat and strength. The forge had molded his own frame and at sixteen he was taller and stronger than all but the largest of men. However, his love was the quiet of the forest and the peace he felt with being one with nature.</p><p> </p><p>The doe stiffened, snapping his attention to the present. He cocked his head and listened, the hunt forgotten as he heard faint screams and shouts coming from the west. Swiftly he ran through the forest, weaving between the pines he could hear the sounds closing. </p><p> </p><p>Suddenly a small terrified looking elven boy rushed past a pine and ran straight at Darius. The boy was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, his chest heaving as his lung fought to draw in more air. There was a look of terror on his face as he saw the large human and he fell to the ground with a look of utter dejection and despair on his face. Behind him, four mounted men rode into the clearing laughing as they brandished swords and spears.</p><p> </p><p>The riders were quite young and Darius could tell from their attire they were from wealthy families, he knew of none such here in Aedrin, but a humble smiths apprentice wouldn’t be expected to rub shoulders with gentry. Looking down at the shaking boy Darius purposefully strode past him until he was between the men and the boy.</p><p> </p><p>“Sirs,” he tipped his peak hat deferentially. “I think the boy has had enough.”</p><p> </p><p>One of the riders moved closer, his shirt was made of some shiny green material and his sword looked well made, he was obviously the son of someone of note and Darius felt his stomach clench as he considered his actions. The bundle at his feet shuffled behind him, whimpering and looking down Darius could now see blood seeping from a cut to his shoulder.</p><p>“Stand aside peasant,” the lordling looked back at his friends and they laughed their encouragement. “This filth is ours to claim. Move away or you will share its fate.”</p><p> </p><p>Anger became a fire inside Darius and the fear he felt before melted as his rage rose. “HE is just a boy, milord. I think you sirs have had enough sport for the day. Ride home now.”</p><p> </p><p>The laugh left the nobles face, it hardened in anger and his grip tightened on his sword.</p><p>“Or what?” he smiles, but the smile was cold and laced with malice.</p><p> </p><p>Darius dropped his bow and drew his handaxe and large hunting knife. Raising himself to his full height he stared the rider in the eye all fear gone and a hardened resolve settling on his face.</p><p>“You do not want to know.” He rumbled in his deep voice.</p><p> </p><p>The riders were all alert now, looking to their leader for direction. The mounts, picking up on the tenseness of the situation, became skittish, shuffling about with their ears flicking, searching for sign of what had made their riders agitated.</p><p> </p><p>“Do you really want to die for that vermin?”</p><p> </p><p>Darius shrugged, “I may die but you will not get to him while I live.”</p><p> </p><p>The leader snarled and raised his sword to swing down, as he did Darius leapt forwards waving his arms and yelling loudly. The already skittish horses reared and whinnied in fear some of them dumping the riders and others fighting their riders for control. Darius stood back and watched the lead rider get to his feet and snatch his sword from the ground.</p><p> </p><p>“No one needs to get hurt here,” Darius suggested hopefully but knew that it was a vain hope.</p><p> </p><p>The swordsman charged with a roar and Darius moved in catching the sword with his axe as his hunting knife slammed into the rider’s side. As his opponent stiffened with pain, he swung his axe over the man’s head and cut in behind his knee severing the tendons. With a scream of agony the man collapsed as his leg could no longer support him.</p><p> </p><p>Stepping back Darius motioned to the others.</p><p> </p><p>“Gather your friend and leave!” he ordered.</p><p> </p><p>The youths looked at each other and their friend one of them sheathed his blade and moved to his fallen comrade who was groaning with pain, “Kill him!” he rasped.</p><p> </p><p>Before the others could move several figures emerged from behind trees, bows drawn and aimed at the humans in the clearing. Hard eyes surveyed the group and the boy cried out and ran towards a figure dressed in emerald green robes standing back from the archers.</p><p> </p><p>Darius dropped his weapons knowing that if the elves so chose, he would be dead. He watched as the boy spoke with the robed figure and had to admit the rapid sing-song of the language was quite beautiful. The riders around him dropped their weapons at the prompting of one of the elves. Now there appeared to be close to twenty of the archers around them and there was no escape for the humans.</p><p> </p><p>The robed figure moved into the clearing it was an elven man, but unlike the others he seemed to have an almost otherworldly serene look about him and Darius felt a tug on his soul as he looked upon the fey figure. Standing before Darius the elf looked him up and down and smiled.</p><p> </p><p>“You saved my son,” the elf’s voice was melodic, almost musical. “Any boon you would wish of me you can have.”</p><p> </p><p>Darius almost sighed with relief but then noticed the looks of fear in the eyes of the youths. There was no doubt as to their fate; the archers hadn’t moved a muscle since entering the clearing.</p><p> </p><p>“Thank you, milord,” Darius was well aware of how guttural his own voice sounded in comparison to this beings. “I would just ask you let them live, enough blood has been shed between our peoples and maybe mercy can temper some of their hearts.”</p><p> </p><p>The beautiful elf frown slightly and Darius found himself on the verge of tears that something should mar the perfection of his features. </p><p> </p><p>“Are you sure? I think you will get no thanks from those and I think your life here is over if they live.”</p><p> </p><p>“Fighting a man in battle is one thing, but I cannot sanction murder of unarmed men. It just doesn’t sit right with me.” </p><p> </p><p>The elf smiled and placed his hand over Darius’ heart, “You have a great heart. May it always remain so. However, I cannot leave you to the mercies of these people so I offer you sanctuary amongst my own, courage like yours should be preserved.”</p><p> </p><p>For the next five years, Darius lived amongst the elves learning of their language and ways. The elves gifted him with armour crafted for his stature and he found himself drawn to the Scioa'tael and became the first know human member of that group. Fighting for the rights of the downtrodden just felt right for the former smith.</p><p></p><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Skarsgard, post: 6646623, member: 6787159"] [b]Darius Smithson[/b] [B]Name:[/B] Darius Smithson [B]Class:[/B] Ranger 3 (Scout) [B]Background:[/B] Folk Hero [B]Race:[/B] Human (Variant) [B]Alignment:[/B] Chaotic Good [B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elder Speech [B]HP:[/B] 36 [B]Hit dice:[/B] 3d10+6 [B]Passive Perception:[/B] 15 [B]Passive investigation:[/B] 13 [B]AC:[/B] 16[17] (Breastplate)[Dual Wielder] [B]Initiative:[/B] +2 [B]Speed:[/B] 35' [B]Saving Throws:[/B] * Str 6 * Dex 4 Con 2 Int 1 Wis 3 Cha 0 [B]Base Stats[/B] [B]Strength:[/B] 18 (+4) [B]Dexterity:[/B] 14 (2) [B]Constitution:[/B] 14 (+2) [B]Intelligence:[/B] 12 (1) [B]Wisdom:[/B] 16 (+3) [B]Charisma:[/B] 10 (0) [B]Skills[/B] Acrobatics +2 *Animal Handling +5 Arcana +1 Athletics +4 Deception0 History +1 Insight +3 Intimidation 0 *Investigation +3 Medicine +3 *Nature +3 *Perception +5 Performance 0 Persuasion 0 Religion +1 Slight of Hand +2 *Stealth +4 *Survival +5 * = proficiency [B]Other Proficiencies:[/B] [B]Armor:[/B] All light and medium armour, shields [B]Weapons:[/B] All simple and martial weapons [B]Tools:[/B] Smiths Tools [B]Vehicles: [/B]Vehicles (Land) [B]Feat:[/B] Dual Wielder [U][B]Attacks[/B][/U] [B]Melee:[/B] +6 [B]Ranged:[/B] +4 [B]Weapons[/B]: [U]Twin Weapons: [/U]Elven Scimitar To Hit +7 Damage 1d6+5/S Hand axe To Hit +6 Damage 1d6+4/S Short bow To Hit +4 Damage 1d6+2/P [B]Equipment: [/B] Breastplate, Helm, Gauntlets (Bonus Starting Gear) Compass to elven grave. Short bow 20 Arrows 1 Quiver Explorer's Pack -Backpack, Blanket, Bedroll, Mess kit, Tinderbox, 10 torches, 7d rations, water skin, 50ft hemp rope Hand axes x2 Smiths Tools Oil x2 Mirror Steel Common Clothes Whetstone Sacks x2 Belt Pouch Coins: 32 gp 5 sp [B]Features and Traits:[/B] Rustic Hospitality Defining Event: Natures Explorer – Forest Sign Language Scouting Fighting Style – Twin Weapon Poultices (3) Scouts Movement Ranger Archetype – Hunter (Colossal Slayer) Primeval Awareness (once per S/L rest) Combat Superiority (4d8) – Parry, Menacing Stike [B]Background Info[/B] [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Height:[/B] 6’4” [B]Weight:[/B] 225 lbs. [B]Eyes:[/B] Blue [B]Skin:[/B] Tanned [B]Hair:[/B] Brown [B]Defining Event[/B]: A celestial, fey, or similar creature gave me a blessing or revealed my secret origin. [B]Personality Traits:[/B] [LIST] [*]If someone is in trouble, I’m always ready to lend help. [*]I judge people by their actions, not their words. [/LIST] [B]Ideals: [/B]Respect. People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. (Good) [B]Bonds:[/B] I protect those who cannot protect themselves. [B]Flaws:[/B] The tyrant who rules my land will stop at nothing to see me killed. [B]Character Backstory: [/B][sblock=a bit of a read, sorry] The doe’s ears flicked slightly as Darius shifted his position to take the strain of the bow. He had been tracking the deer for close to three hours now and these final few moments would determine the success or failure of the venture. Breathing slowly he sighted just behind the doe’s front leg where he knew the heart was, where he knew he could make the swiftest and most pain free kill. This is where he belonged, in the forest at one with the land; how would he tell his father that the forge was not where his heart lay? Not that he was ungrateful for the trade, but he did not have his father’s love for the flow of hot metal and the creation of items from raw ingredient, sweat and strength. The forge had molded his own frame and at sixteen he was taller and stronger than all but the largest of men. However, his love was the quiet of the forest and the peace he felt with being one with nature. The doe stiffened, snapping his attention to the present. He cocked his head and listened, the hunt forgotten as he heard faint screams and shouts coming from the west. Swiftly he ran through the forest, weaving between the pines he could hear the sounds closing. Suddenly a small terrified looking elven boy rushed past a pine and ran straight at Darius. The boy was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, his chest heaving as his lung fought to draw in more air. There was a look of terror on his face as he saw the large human and he fell to the ground with a look of utter dejection and despair on his face. Behind him, four mounted men rode into the clearing laughing as they brandished swords and spears. The riders were quite young and Darius could tell from their attire they were from wealthy families, he knew of none such here in Aedrin, but a humble smiths apprentice wouldn’t be expected to rub shoulders with gentry. Looking down at the shaking boy Darius purposefully strode past him until he was between the men and the boy. “Sirs,” he tipped his peak hat deferentially. “I think the boy has had enough.” One of the riders moved closer, his shirt was made of some shiny green material and his sword looked well made, he was obviously the son of someone of note and Darius felt his stomach clench as he considered his actions. The bundle at his feet shuffled behind him, whimpering and looking down Darius could now see blood seeping from a cut to his shoulder. “Stand aside peasant,” the lordling looked back at his friends and they laughed their encouragement. “This filth is ours to claim. Move away or you will share its fate.” Anger became a fire inside Darius and the fear he felt before melted as his rage rose. “HE is just a boy, milord. I think you sirs have had enough sport for the day. Ride home now.” The laugh left the nobles face, it hardened in anger and his grip tightened on his sword. “Or what?” he smiles, but the smile was cold and laced with malice. Darius dropped his bow and drew his handaxe and large hunting knife. Raising himself to his full height he stared the rider in the eye all fear gone and a hardened resolve settling on his face. “You do not want to know.” He rumbled in his deep voice. The riders were all alert now, looking to their leader for direction. The mounts, picking up on the tenseness of the situation, became skittish, shuffling about with their ears flicking, searching for sign of what had made their riders agitated. “Do you really want to die for that vermin?” Darius shrugged, “I may die but you will not get to him while I live.” The leader snarled and raised his sword to swing down, as he did Darius leapt forwards waving his arms and yelling loudly. The already skittish horses reared and whinnied in fear some of them dumping the riders and others fighting their riders for control. Darius stood back and watched the lead rider get to his feet and snatch his sword from the ground. “No one needs to get hurt here,” Darius suggested hopefully but knew that it was a vain hope. The swordsman charged with a roar and Darius moved in catching the sword with his axe as his hunting knife slammed into the rider’s side. As his opponent stiffened with pain, he swung his axe over the man’s head and cut in behind his knee severing the tendons. With a scream of agony the man collapsed as his leg could no longer support him. Stepping back Darius motioned to the others. “Gather your friend and leave!” he ordered. The youths looked at each other and their friend one of them sheathed his blade and moved to his fallen comrade who was groaning with pain, “Kill him!” he rasped. Before the others could move several figures emerged from behind trees, bows drawn and aimed at the humans in the clearing. Hard eyes surveyed the group and the boy cried out and ran towards a figure dressed in emerald green robes standing back from the archers. Darius dropped his weapons knowing that if the elves so chose, he would be dead. He watched as the boy spoke with the robed figure and had to admit the rapid sing-song of the language was quite beautiful. The riders around him dropped their weapons at the prompting of one of the elves. Now there appeared to be close to twenty of the archers around them and there was no escape for the humans. The robed figure moved into the clearing it was an elven man, but unlike the others he seemed to have an almost otherworldly serene look about him and Darius felt a tug on his soul as he looked upon the fey figure. Standing before Darius the elf looked him up and down and smiled. “You saved my son,” the elf’s voice was melodic, almost musical. “Any boon you would wish of me you can have.” Darius almost sighed with relief but then noticed the looks of fear in the eyes of the youths. There was no doubt as to their fate; the archers hadn’t moved a muscle since entering the clearing. “Thank you, milord,” Darius was well aware of how guttural his own voice sounded in comparison to this beings. “I would just ask you let them live, enough blood has been shed between our peoples and maybe mercy can temper some of their hearts.” The beautiful elf frown slightly and Darius found himself on the verge of tears that something should mar the perfection of his features. “Are you sure? I think you will get no thanks from those and I think your life here is over if they live.” “Fighting a man in battle is one thing, but I cannot sanction murder of unarmed men. It just doesn’t sit right with me.” The elf smiled and placed his hand over Darius’ heart, “You have a great heart. May it always remain so. However, I cannot leave you to the mercies of these people so I offer you sanctuary amongst my own, courage like yours should be preserved.” For the next five years, Darius lived amongst the elves learning of their language and ways. The elves gifted him with armour crafted for his stature and he found himself drawn to the Scioa'tael and became the first know human member of that group. Fighting for the rights of the downtrodden just felt right for the former smith. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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