Alright here he is:
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Kerin Ke’larn
Human Male
Fighter 1/Cleric Of Kord Level 9
XP: 45,000
Neutral Good
Str 20 (18) (+5)
Dex 13 (+1)
Con 15 (+2)
Int 11 (+0)
Wis 20 (18) (+5)
Cha 15 (+2)
Size: Medium (6'6", 275 lbs)
HP: 76
BAB: +7/+2
Init: +1
Move: 20'
AC: 23 (10 +11 armor + 1 dex +1 Def)
Fortitude:+12 (+8 Base +2 Con +2 Cloak)
Reflex:+6 (+3 Base +1 Dex +2 Cloak)
Will:+12 (+6 Base +4 Wis +2 Cloak)
Attacks:
Greatsword (+15/+10 attack, 2d6+9 dmg/19-20x2)
Composite Longbow (+9/+4 attack, 1d8+5 dmg/20x3)
Feats: 6
Weapon Focus Greatsword
Improved Unarmed Strike
Improved Grapple
Extend Spell
Power Attack
Cleave
Skills (bonus/ranks):
Climb (+5/1)
Concentration (+5/3)
Diplomacy (+9/7)
Handle Animal (+3/1)
Heal (+13/8)
Kn: Religion (+11/11)
Kn: Planes (+7/7)
Ride (+2/1)
Languages Known:
Common
Class Features:
Simple Weapon Proficiency
Martial Weapon Proficiency
Light Armor Proficiency
Medium Armor Proficiency
Heavy Armor Proficiency
Shield Proficiency
Domains: Strength, Luck
Turn Undead 5/day, +2 turning check, 2d6+11 damage
Spells per day:
0:6 1st:6+1 2nd:5+1 3rd:4+1 4th:3+1 5th:2+1
Equipment:
Plate Armor +3 Light Fortification (17,650 gp)
Greatsword +2 (8,350 gp)
Composite Mighty (+4) Longbow +1 (2,800 gp)
Periapt of Wisdom +2 (4,000 gp)
Ring of Protection +1 (2,000 gp)
Cloak of Resistance +2 (4,000 gp)
Pearl of Power 2nd level spell (4,000 gp)
Pearl of Power 2nd Level spell (4,000 gp)
Gauntlets of Ogre Strength +2 (4,000 gp)
3x Wand of Cure Light Wounds 50 charges each (2,250 gp)
Backpack
Holy Symbol of Kord (silver)
20 arrows
quiver
Explorers outfit
light warhorse
military saddle
250 gp
Background
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Kerin Ke’larn was born to poor farmers in a backwards little village, in a forgotten corner of a small kingdom named Merincal. He was th youngest of three sons and the smallest as well. Not that that meant much as the Ke'larn men were famous for their size in little Merincal. Kerin grew up as an energetic farm boy, leading a rather dull life until that day in his 18th summer when the Captioan of the army rode up. War was brewing with the kingdom to the east, Purnvin. All families were required to contribute tot he war cause. Now Kerin's father had served his stint in the last war and knew that Purnvin was eager to avenge itself. He offered up food stuffs for the army, but the captain had his eye on the big strapping lad by his side. Kerin saw the wordless exchange between the two, and to save his father grief, and more than one son, he volunteered to join the army, if his brothers could stay and work the farm. The Captain was delighted to have a big, strong recruit, even though raw.
Kerin spent the next year training with all manner of weapons and armor. In some ways he was excited to be here. It was more exciting than the farm and honestly less work. Then came the day when he marched to war. He was in several battles and his strength always served him well there and was usually at the forefront of the battle. Then came a large battle, the Purnvinian forces had amassed several war machines and had dark powers aiding them. Kerin was in the front as usual, when the catapult was fired. He got his shield up in time, but the blow threw him onto his back, he lay there for a moment cursing his luck when, with a roar a large ball of flames screamed over his head, right where he had been standing, and exploded into the back ranks. Kerin stood and charged back into the battle, but all the while that incident played itself over and over in his head. It hadn't been bad luck, it had been good luck. Maybe all luck was good he thought. After that battle ebbed and the Purnvinian forces routed, Kerin sat down heavily and thought. Raised on a farm, he hadn't been schooled so thinking took a bit. But Kerin came to the realization that indeed luck had played a factor today and that that luck must have come from Kord himself as a reward for his strength. Kerin also made up his mind right then and there to dedicate himself to Kord.
The next month the surrender treaty was signed by Purnvin and Kerin left the barracks and marched straight over to a temple of Kord. Since then he has dedicated his life to Kord and his principles. He spend three long years learning to read, studying the works of the church, learning to wrestle and learning other priestly duties. Once his training was done he left a cleric of Kord. He has spend the last several years wandering the land. Teaching wrestling to youths in rural villages like the own he grew up in, to promote strength of body, he heals those he finds that need it to strengthen his own soul and their body. He has forsaken a shield (the last one he used left a nice scar across his forehead after it impacted) and wields the weapon of Kord, a greatsword.
Kerin has fought with armies and against armies since then becoming a cleric. he has learned to abhor those that would take away the freedoms of the peoples and is especially hateful of slavery and seeks to end it wherever he can.
Kerin's naturally optimistic personality lends itself well to his traveling life and finds people receptive to him. He is quick to laugh with a deep guffaw. He enjoys food and drink and will often buy an entire tavern drinks as they listen to stories of his exploits and how Kord has helped him. He keeps his blond hair short for war and wrestling and will often join any wrestling tourney he finds, win or lose it honors Kord. He is always seen wearing his read and white tabard of Kord over his armor. He is a man of the people and seeks to aid them as he can, enjoying life and the strength of luck Kord has endowed him with.
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) I might even look at playing two groups in concurrent threads.
