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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1528768" data-attributes="member: 15640">Name : Skor Aesirsson (Skor Bloodfist) ECL 16 Brawler 8/Dragonfist 5 Human/Half-Dragon (Silver) Alignment CN(G) Size 7’1, Weight 260 lbs, Hair:Silver, Eyes: Red   Str 30/+10 Dex 16/+3 Con 16/+3 Int 14/+2 Wis 16/+3 Cha 11/+0   HP 169 AC 32 (37)= 10+3dex+4nat +8bracers+3 monk +3 wis +1 dodge (+5 insight) Touch 20 (25) Flat-footed 28 (33) Speed 90 Init +3 Fort 13 Reflex 13 Will 13   BAB +9 Grapple +23 Disarm +31 Trip +27 Attack flurry of blows +23/+23/+23/+18 (haste) Dmg 2d8 + 14 (1d6 + 14)   Skills: Balance +8, Climb +15, Concentr +4, Diplomacy +5, Escape Artist +10, Heal +7, Hide +13 (+23), Jump +13, Knowledge (Arcana) +3, Knowledge (Religion) +10, Knowledge (dragons) +4, Move silently +14, Perform (singing) +6, Sense motive +9, Spot +9, Swim +13, Tumble +12, Scry +6   Feats : Dirty strike (Stunning fist), Raging attack (Flurry of Blows), Improved unarmed Strike, Evasion, Combat Reflexes, Mind of Anger (Still Mind), Fell Blow(Ki Strike), Slow Fall 40 ft, Purity of Body, Improved Disarm, Deflect Arrows, Power Attack, Cleave, Improved Grapple, Dodge, Improved Trip, Choke Hold, Improved Bulls Rush, Expertise, Grappling Block, Strength of the Dragon (Touch The Void Dragon (2/d)), Eyes of the Dragon (Grasp The Earth Dragon), Skin of the Dragon (Channel The Fire Dragon). Special abilities : Darkvision 60', low-light vision, Immunity to sleep, stun, paralysis, slow, Breath weapon cone of cold 6d8 1/d save DC 21  Items : Amulet of the Mighty Fist +4, Bracers of armor +8, Monks belt, Cloak of Blending, +1 Panzefist of speed.   Description :  From afar Skor looks like a regular barbarian, His long, white hair is braided in a warriors-tail, and he makes for quite an imposing figure, towering above lesser men, his heavy frame doesn’t contain an ounce of fat. It is only from up close that it becomes clear that he isn’t quite human. His skin is covered with tiny silver scales, the nails of his fingers are elongated and are razorsharp, and when he smiles his incisors are clearly seen. The most disturbing thing are his eyes, whose colour match his temper. They’re normally deep purple, but when angered they shine blood red. He is dressed in the simple clothes of his people, a kilt in the tartan of his clan, an embroidered vest with the sigil of a silver dragon. On his left fist he wears a heavy steel gauntlet. He appears to be unarmed. He often wears his cloak, which shimmers and changes colours, making the stomach turn.   He is know in the borderlands as Skor Bloodfist, or Skor Dragonspawn. He is both feared and admired, as tales of his exploits are told at the fireside to both scare and inspire children. He has a reputation as a honourable man, but is known to go in a terrible bloodlust when insulted. He cares nothing for the law as civilised men know it, but follows his own code instead.   Background: Skor is the son of the silver dragon Aesir, and presumably the hero Laerinsk Aenarsson. When he was born he was given to Aenar, his grandfather, to be raised. His grandfather never forgave his mother for the disappearance of his son. His bitterness made sure Skor grew up in a cold household. From an early age he was trained in the ways of the deep mountains, using his claws and fists as do lesser men their weapons. From an early age on he followed the warriors to battle, reaving the borderlands. He always stood apart, both feared and admired by his fellows. His grandfather, the chief of the village, saw him as a rival for his other grandson, and sent him on missions that were more and more suicidal. When he returned from his last fight more dead then alive, but carrying the ogres’ chieftains head, the village priest, Haergar, intervened and took over his care. He was sent to the main temple to his mother, and was trained in the deeper mysteries, learning to acces his draconic powers. The first few years were difficult, both for the priest as for him, because for the first time in his life he had limitations placed upon him by his teachers and the priests. It was not easy, but he endured. He only feels truly alive when feasting or fighting, and there was not enough of either to suit him. At last, he was set free again, to roam the vast mountains to serve the priesthood, to carry important messages, fight the enemies, and protect those that needed it. Last winter, he was recalled to the temple, and there, for the first time, he met his mother. She did not get the warm welcome she expected. He stood there, silent, angry. In the end, she gave up attempts at conversation, and gave him an order : to go amongst the weak men of the plains, and help them find this sword to fight the Sidhe. Happy to have a chance to explore the lands of the farmers, he accepted. [not all the numbers are on there yet, will update soonish]</blockquote>

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