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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Toptomcat" data-source="post: 4922199" data-attributes="member: 16191">Lucas Camenzind[sblock]Human unarmed swordsage variant 2Strength: 15 +2Dexterity: 12 +2Constitution: 16 +3Intelligence: 10 +0Wisdom: 14 +2Charisma: 8 -1Soak: +4Defense: +7BAB: +1Melee attack: +3Ranged attack: +2Attacks:Unarmed strike +4 1d6+2 bludgeoning: 10 critSaves:Fort: +4Ref: +4Will: +5Skills:5 ranks Concentration, +3 Con, +3 feat, +11 total5 ranks Intimidate, -1 Cha, +4 total5 ranks Sense Motive, +2 Wis, +7 total5 ranks Tumble, +1 Dex, +6 total5 ranks Heal, +2 Wis, +2 equipment, +9 total4 ranks Balance, +1 Dex, +5 total3 ranks Knowledge (local), +0 Int, +3 total2 rank Speak Language ([painful, halting] literacy in Consabrian, no one foreign language: a very focused smattering of vocabulary mostly relating to violence of all sorts, with a secondary focus on respect and pedagogy. In a goodly number of languages, Lucas can say "Hello", count, and the like, and can probably get things like "senior student" or "bow" or "thank you". "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" is right out, but he knows a half-dozen ways to say "high spinning roundhouse kick."1 rank Martial Lore, +0 Int, +1 totalFeats:Simple Weapons ProficiencyMartial Melee/Thrown Weapons ProficiencyImproved Unarmed StrikeWeapon Focus (Greatsword, Greataxe, Heavy Mace, Unarmed Strike)ToughnessSkill Focus (Concentration)Class features:Quick to act +1Discipline Focus (Stone Dragon: Weapon Focus)Defense Bonus (Wis)Monk unarmed damage progressionManeuvers known:Stone BonesMoment of Perfect MindSapphire Nightmare BladeCounter Charge Consummate Feint [reflavored Shadow Blade: +1d6 is of the same damage type as the weapon used, not cold damage]Pulverizing Blow [reflavored Burning Blade: +1d6+initiator level is of the same damage type as the weapon used, not fire damage]Wolf Fang Strike[Can ready 4]Stances known:Stonefoot StanceStance of ClarityEquipment: BackpackBedrollWinter blanketCrowbarFlint and steelHammerTwo weeks' trail rations50 ft hempen ropeSignal whistleTentWaterskinHealer's kitTraveler's outfitUtility knifeAppearance: Lucas Camenzind has the unlovely face of a prizefighter, with a broad, crooked nose and a bushy black mustache that grows in every which way, betraying the presence of numerous scars beneath it. He's not the tallest man, but he's built incredibly solidly, with a chest like a barrel and huge hands with prominent knuckles. He looks like someone's disreputable uncle.History: Lucas Camenzind never could stay away from a fight. The son of a dockworker and a dockworker himself in a minor Consabrian port, he settled into a hard-drinking, bar-brawling lifestyle as soon as he was old enough to hold his liquor and throw a punch: by the time he turned eighteen he was a force of nature in a scrap, the most feared man in the taverns and dives of the city. But his rise as a brawler coincided with the fall of his hometown as a trading power, forcing Lucas to move to Consabria's main trading city as the jobs dried up. Calria was a far larger metropolis, far more cosmopolitan. Men of all colors, cultures and creeds walked the streets there. Lucas put in his first day of work and headed to the nearest seedy dive to get his first night's taste of bruised knuckles and split lips...And woke up on the floor of the bar, blood from his shattered jaw mixing with stale beer and thin vomit. As the greatest port city of the biggest trading power in the world, Calria is a mecca for cultural interchange of all kinds, and martial traditions in particular. Sailors are a rough bunch, and more than a few were soldiers, bandits, or pugilists in their time: others learned from the trained few to defend themselves in the heated environment the skills of their fellows created. Wrestlers, boxers, kickers, knife fighters, stick fighters, vicious thugs, and martial artists of all sorts clashed in the streets and bars and docks and decks- clashed, saw and feared the unfamiliar skills of those they fought, and resolved to train yet harder to save their necks. Into this environment stepped Lucas. He had always been a hard man with a talent for violence, but he thrived in an unexpected way: pushed to improve by stung pride, he threw himself headlong into the task of learning all the fighting skills Calria had to teach him. First he watched the eclectic fights as closely as he was able, then learned a trick or two from a drinking buddy, then became sparring partners with the man who knocked him out the first night. His first experiences sparked a burning interest: he scoured the city for skilled fighters to watch and learn from, joined as many formal schools of martial arts as would have him, and even painfully read his way through a martial manual or two- when the most complicated thing he'd bothered to read before was the sign for his favorite tavern. Along the way, his personality developed along favorable lines: as his interest in fighting moved from a mere appetite for violence to an appreciation for all sorts of martial arts and sciences, it steadied him, bringing patience, maturity, and focus. It has been ten years in Calria, and Lucas' innate talent and endless appetite for martial knowledge has put him at the top of the heap again: growing sick of dockworker's wages and desiring to put his hard-earned skills to the test, he begins to look for something a little more lucrative- and a lot more hazardous. [/sblock]</blockquote>

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