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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wysiwyg" data-source="post: 4918788" data-attributes="member: 16985">Kareus - Human(Vanar) WarbladeAppearanceKareus is a tall, handsome, clean shaven male of about six foot in height and an athletic build. He has short cropped brown hair and steel grey yes. He is dressed in plain traveller’s clothing and a dark blue cloak around his shoulders.  CombatInit: +3 Defense: +7Flat: +7Touch: +7Soak: 5 WeaponsRapier: +5 (1d6+2, Critical: 6+)Spear: +5 (1d8+3, Critical: 10+, 20 ft) SavesFort: +5Reflex: +5Will: +2/+12 [When using Moment of Perfect Mind] AbilitiesBattle Clarity, Weapon Aptitude, Uncanny Dodge Maneuvers (4 Known, 3 Readied*)*Moment of Perfect Mind (Use Concentration check in place of Will save)Steel Wind (Attack two opponents)*Sappire Nightmare Blade (Concentration check vs AC of foe's AC. Success: Opponent flat-footed, +1d6 damage)*Stone Bones (Gain DR 5/adamantine) StancesBlood in the Water (Gain a cumulative +1 to hit and damage after every successful critical hit) SkillsConcentration: +12Climb: +6Balance: +7 Jump: +6 Swim: +5 Diplomacy: +5Languages: +2 FeatsSkill focus (Concentration), Disciplined  LanguagesSabrian (Speak & Read) EquipementRapier, Spear, Studded Leather Armor, Shield (heavy wooden)Backpack, Bedroll, Blanket (winter), Fishhook, Flint & steel,Oil (1-pint flask), Pot (iron), Pouch, belt, Rations (3days),Soap, Waterskin, Donkey, Saddlebags Money30sp, 3cp [sblock=Background]I have seen them wither and die. It is horrific if you can see the picture as an outsider as I have always been. Their entire lives, they dug in the mud from dawn to dusk. They battled the harsh sun, the cold rains and winds. They pleaded with the seasons and elements to have compassion. What little the farm would eventually yield, was then stripped by the baron’s tax collector. And what was their gain? Few precious moments of joy. A lifetime of agony. My mother, undernourished, died from the fever-plague when I was eight. My father was hung for poaching during the year of the great famine before my fifteenth summer. My brothers enlisted into the baron’s ranks. The very same baron that had our father hung. My sister ploughs the wharves of Kishan nightly, hoping to earn a few coppers from passing sailors. As for me. Being the youngest of four siblings, I packed what little belongings I had and joined a trading vessel as their youngest sailor. The captain and crew were harsh and unforgiving men. It had been the most arduous year of my life. Fate finally showed its hand when Finn was hauled on board, unconscious after been marooned at sea for eight days. Don’t even entertain the idea that the captain was acting out of benevolence. Finn was hauled because of the expensive Ophirian clothes that cloaked him. If not for the cryptic map that was found on his body, he would of been thrown right back. It was my duty to nurse Finn back to health. In those three weeks, I had found the father I needed. Finn pretended to endure his mental sickness until we sighted the coast of Tyria. That night, Finn dispatched the night guard, and rowed with me to shore. We travelled north for a month towards the capital city, Ulrich.  It was during that month that my training in true survival began. I do not wish to bore you, but let us just say that Finn was a master, nay a sage in the arts of the blade. For his gratitude Finn took me on as his steward and taught me the true nature of swordsmanship. For all his skill, Finn had a weakness for alcohol. Our days together came to a bitter end when he was ambushed while drunk by a rogue named Janis, may his name be cursed, and his thugs. Janis held a personal vendetta against Finn for disposing him as the duke’s champion years back. Finn was too drunk at the time and in no form to offer any resistance. I barely escaped with my life from that encounter. I fled from Ulrich that night until it will be safe to return one day, for I have a score of blood yet to settle. I had enlisted my sword as a mercenary for the past year to make ends meet.[/sblock] [sblock=Full Details]Age: 19Height: 6"0Weight: 180lb.Skin: Tanned Str: 14 (+2) Int: 12 (+1)Dex: 16 (+3) Wis: 8 (-1)Con: 15 (+2) Cha: 10 (+0) CombatInit: +3 [+3(Dex)]Defense: +7 [+2(DM) +3(Dex)+2(Shield)]Flat: +7 [Uncanny Dodge]Touch: +7 [As above]Soak: 5 [2(Con) +3(Armor)]Fort: +5 [+3(Base) +2(Con)]Reflex: +5 [+1(Base) +3(Dex) +1(Battle Clarity)]Will: +2* [+1(Base) -1(Wis) +2(Disciplined)]*/+12 [When using Moment of Perfect Mind] WeaponsRapier +5 (1d6+2, Critical: 6+) [+2(BAB) +3(Dex)]Spear +5 (1d8+2, Critical: 10+, 20 ft) [+2(BAB) +3(Dex)] SkillsConcentration: +12 [5(ranks) +2(Con) +3(skill focus) +2(Disciplined)]Climb: +6 [5(ranks) +2(Str) -1(ACP)]Balance: +7 [5(ranks) +3(Dex) -1(ACP)]Jump: +6 [5(ranks) +2(Str) -1(ACP)]Swim: +5 [5(ranks) +2(Str) -2(ACP)]Diplomacy: +5 [5(ranks) +0(Cha)]Languages: +2 [1(ranks) +1(Int)][/sblock]</blockquote>

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