Post by VemuKhaham on Mar 6, 2009 16:24:48 GMT -5
Rupert, son of Adolph[/u]
Background: Peasant
Bonus Feats: Low Profile, Endurance
Bonus Skills: Handle Animal, Knowledge (Local)
Favoured Feats: Improvised Tools, Hide in Plain Sight
Virtue: Undaunted (courageously resolute especially in the face of danger or difficulty: not discouraged)
Vice: Rude (offensive in manner or action, lacking refinement or delicacy)
Conviction: 3/3
Ability Scores:[/u]
Strength -2
Dexterity +5
Constitution +2
Intelligence +1
Wisdom 0
Charisma 0
Role/Level: Expert 1
Combat:
Combat Progression: +0 (¾)
Attack: +5 (0 BAB, +5 Dex)
Dodge: +5
Parry: -2
Knife: Str+1 (-1) damage, 19-20/+3 Crit, Piercing, 10' Range increment.
Heavy Crossbow: +3 damage, 19-20/+3 Crit, piercing, 120’ range increment.
Saves:
Fort +2
Reflex +5
Will +2 (favoured)
Toughness +2
Skills: 4
Acrobatics +9 (4ranks, 5dex)
Athletics +2 (4ranks, -2str)
Bluff +4 (4ranks)
Disable Device +5 (4ranks, 1int)
Handle Animal +4 (4fav)
Knowledge (Local: Covenant): +5 (1int, 4fav)
Notice +4 (4ranks)
Search +7 (4ranks, 1int, +2feat)
Sleight of Hand +9 (4ranks, 5dex)
Stealth +11 (4ranks, 5dex, +2feat)
Survival +4 (4ranks)
Feats:[/b]
- Expert Role (can spent a point of Conviction to gain 4 ranks to any skill for the duration of the scene)
- Low Profile (reduces impact of reputation)
- Endurance (+4 on checks involving fatigue and extended activity)
- Hide in Plain Sight (hide without concealment/cover)
- Talented (thief) (+2 on stealth and search)
- Sneak Attack (+2 on damage bonus when target is unaware)
- Defensive Roll (+1 on toughness save if dodge bonus applies)
Language:
German
Equipment:
Knife (2x)
Thieves' Tools
Heavy Crossbow with bolts
Rupert woke up with a terrible aching of the head and the feeling of bruised ribs nearly crushed into his little young torso. The room which he was in was still black before his dizzy eyes, turning up and down and round about. He found that he was on a hard surface littered with some tiny stuff that was scratching and itching his skin – yes, it was the dirt floor of a stable, and it was the straw that was strewn all over the place that was bothering him. Sight returned to him slowly. He found that he had been lying in between a handful of pigs that were now sniffing over his face and finding out who their new and recently awakened guest was. Dirt and mud had mixed with blood on his clothes, hands and face – but father was nowhere to be seen. Rupert gave a sigh of relief. He was safe for now.
Crawling up to his feet, using the backs of pigs as support, but not before weakly falling down again at least twice, Rupert looked through the room. His eyes now adjusted to the lack of good light quickly. From outside came the sound of the wind rushing vehemently through the leaves of huge beeches, at times disturbed by the mooing of cattle and the bleating of sheep. A storm was coming, covering all in dark even though morning was about to come.
Rupert quickly assessed the situation. His father Adolph had probably, after having beaten him into unconscious that evening when his son had failed to return with enough stolen wares to finance his great thirst at the tavern, found this unknown stable just outside of the village to sleep in. After having thrown Rupert in between the pigs, he probably had gone off to the village to see if he could somehow get together something to drink regardless. He was usually cunning enough to succeed and had thereafter been unable to find his way back to the stable, falling asleep somewhere in the bushes along the way, too drunk to think.
But he would return, of that Rupert was as sure as that life was a nightmare to him. They had been travelling as a pair for several months now, from village to village and through wilderness and countryside. It started with fleeing the local lord’s men after Adolph had failed to pay his taxes and consequently assaulting one of them. Adolph abandoned Rupert’s mother Lisa and his infant sister, promising them foolishly that they would find a new home and job in the city of Speyer and then return. Rupert himself, barely eleven years old, he took with him.
During their journey, they lived off the land and by thievery. In the villages which they passed, Rupert was sent out to pick the pockets of the people, to rob old widows or to steal sausages from the local butcher. As the days went by, Rupert noticed his father’s tendency for resorting to strong drinks worsening even as conditions deteriorated further. After a few weeks, they finally reached the gates of Speyer, their clothes worn out, their faces dirty and their bodies weak from exhaustion. Above all things, the gate guards noticed, Adolph was even then drunk and beyond all reason. It was no great wonder that when the peasant Adolph and his little Rupert, unskilled except perhaps in thievery, asked entry into the city, they were refused. Speyer was crowded enough with landless peasants of late, the guard argued.
So the promise of Speyer was clumsily lost. “Bah, Speyer can go to hell. No matter though, my boy, we’ll try Freiburg instead, or if we have to, we’ll go all the way to Rome!” Even Rupert could see the unreality of that boast, though it did not stop Adolph from stubbornly leading them south into lands they had never dreamed reaching before. Their chief priority at all times was survival, sustenance, and the life of travel and thievery continued. They slept secretly in barns and stables or sometimes under the open sky. Rupert wasn’t sure at first, but after months upon months elapsed without any change, even he could sense that where-ever they were heading, Freiburg wasn’t it. He didn’t dare ask about it though, as his father was by now chronically drunk, literally drinking all that Rupert stole together during the day, leaving him to scavenge for his own food. To make matters even more depressing, several times his father had beaten him up already, sometimes for no good reason at all.
So when waking up from unconsciousness among the pigs in some unknown barn, wiping of dried blood on his lips and nose, knowing that his father was nowhere nearby, Rupert made a fateful decision. He shrugged off the pain and misery as he had done many times before, took all of their meagre belongings packed together in a knapsack, which father had apparently dropped nearby in the stables, and headed outside, into the storm. Rain just began to shower down from the dark heavens above as Rupert ran away from the path into the dark forest, disappearing among the beeches.
Several days later, somehow escaping the attention of bandits and wild animals, witches and demons, and all the way walking up a gently rising slope, he emerged on the other side of the great forest, only to lay his eyes upon the valleys and ridges of the Kaiserstuhl. Somewhere in the distance, he saw a single settlement surrounded by a vast wilderness. Rupert was starving and lost, and it seemed like the only logical thing to do was to go there and ask where he was.
It just so happened to be that that particularly remote village into which Rupert entered on that bright spring day was the home of a covenant of magi, a small and interesting place full of outcasts like himself. There, the first person Rupert met was Otto, the son of the local innkeeper Heinrich. The two eventually became friends and Otto arranged for Rupert to get a job at the inn: Rupert became a stable boy and in return he would earn his bread and a bed from Heinrich who, though at first very impatient and grumpy with him, as the years went by increasingly got to appreciate him.
Rupert has now lived with Heinrich and Otto for two and a half years, being thirteen years old. He and Otto often pull pranks on the local villagers, or just simply make mischief, much to the annoyance of Heinrich. They especially like to fool the magi of the Covenant, distracting the ‘grey mice’, as they call the studious wizards and witches, from their incantations and preparations. Once, they swapped the ingredients of a brew that Leopold himself was mixing, and when he finally imbibed the potion that was the result, Leopold was not seen outside his locked residence for a full week. Though none were allowed entry to see what kept him indoors and he never talked about it afterwards, Rupert and Otto in their secret tree hut made up a whole series of possible nasty side effects that might’ve afflicted the poor wizard.
Crawling up to his feet, using the backs of pigs as support, but not before weakly falling down again at least twice, Rupert looked through the room. His eyes now adjusted to the lack of good light quickly. From outside came the sound of the wind rushing vehemently through the leaves of huge beeches, at times disturbed by the mooing of cattle and the bleating of sheep. A storm was coming, covering all in dark even though morning was about to come.
Rupert quickly assessed the situation. His father Adolph had probably, after having beaten him into unconscious that evening when his son had failed to return with enough stolen wares to finance his great thirst at the tavern, found this unknown stable just outside of the village to sleep in. After having thrown Rupert in between the pigs, he probably had gone off to the village to see if he could somehow get together something to drink regardless. He was usually cunning enough to succeed and had thereafter been unable to find his way back to the stable, falling asleep somewhere in the bushes along the way, too drunk to think.
But he would return, of that Rupert was as sure as that life was a nightmare to him. They had been travelling as a pair for several months now, from village to village and through wilderness and countryside. It started with fleeing the local lord’s men after Adolph had failed to pay his taxes and consequently assaulting one of them. Adolph abandoned Rupert’s mother Lisa and his infant sister, promising them foolishly that they would find a new home and job in the city of Speyer and then return. Rupert himself, barely eleven years old, he took with him.
During their journey, they lived off the land and by thievery. In the villages which they passed, Rupert was sent out to pick the pockets of the people, to rob old widows or to steal sausages from the local butcher. As the days went by, Rupert noticed his father’s tendency for resorting to strong drinks worsening even as conditions deteriorated further. After a few weeks, they finally reached the gates of Speyer, their clothes worn out, their faces dirty and their bodies weak from exhaustion. Above all things, the gate guards noticed, Adolph was even then drunk and beyond all reason. It was no great wonder that when the peasant Adolph and his little Rupert, unskilled except perhaps in thievery, asked entry into the city, they were refused. Speyer was crowded enough with landless peasants of late, the guard argued.
So the promise of Speyer was clumsily lost. “Bah, Speyer can go to hell. No matter though, my boy, we’ll try Freiburg instead, or if we have to, we’ll go all the way to Rome!” Even Rupert could see the unreality of that boast, though it did not stop Adolph from stubbornly leading them south into lands they had never dreamed reaching before. Their chief priority at all times was survival, sustenance, and the life of travel and thievery continued. They slept secretly in barns and stables or sometimes under the open sky. Rupert wasn’t sure at first, but after months upon months elapsed without any change, even he could sense that where-ever they were heading, Freiburg wasn’t it. He didn’t dare ask about it though, as his father was by now chronically drunk, literally drinking all that Rupert stole together during the day, leaving him to scavenge for his own food. To make matters even more depressing, several times his father had beaten him up already, sometimes for no good reason at all.
So when waking up from unconsciousness among the pigs in some unknown barn, wiping of dried blood on his lips and nose, knowing that his father was nowhere nearby, Rupert made a fateful decision. He shrugged off the pain and misery as he had done many times before, took all of their meagre belongings packed together in a knapsack, which father had apparently dropped nearby in the stables, and headed outside, into the storm. Rain just began to shower down from the dark heavens above as Rupert ran away from the path into the dark forest, disappearing among the beeches.
Several days later, somehow escaping the attention of bandits and wild animals, witches and demons, and all the way walking up a gently rising slope, he emerged on the other side of the great forest, only to lay his eyes upon the valleys and ridges of the Kaiserstuhl. Somewhere in the distance, he saw a single settlement surrounded by a vast wilderness. Rupert was starving and lost, and it seemed like the only logical thing to do was to go there and ask where he was.
It just so happened to be that that particularly remote village into which Rupert entered on that bright spring day was the home of a covenant of magi, a small and interesting place full of outcasts like himself. There, the first person Rupert met was Otto, the son of the local innkeeper Heinrich. The two eventually became friends and Otto arranged for Rupert to get a job at the inn: Rupert became a stable boy and in return he would earn his bread and a bed from Heinrich who, though at first very impatient and grumpy with him, as the years went by increasingly got to appreciate him.
Rupert has now lived with Heinrich and Otto for two and a half years, being thirteen years old. He and Otto often pull pranks on the local villagers, or just simply make mischief, much to the annoyance of Heinrich. They especially like to fool the magi of the Covenant, distracting the ‘grey mice’, as they call the studious wizards and witches, from their incantations and preparations. Once, they swapped the ingredients of a brew that Leopold himself was mixing, and when he finally imbibed the potion that was the result, Leopold was not seen outside his locked residence for a full week. Though none were allowed entry to see what kept him indoors and he never talked about it afterwards, Rupert and Otto in their secret tree hut made up a whole series of possible nasty side effects that might’ve afflicted the poor wizard.
Background: Peasant
Bonus Feats: Low Profile, Endurance
Bonus Skills: Handle Animal, Knowledge (Local)
Favoured Feats: Improvised Tools, Hide in Plain Sight
Virtue: Undaunted (courageously resolute especially in the face of danger or difficulty: not discouraged)
Vice: Rude (offensive in manner or action, lacking refinement or delicacy)
Conviction: 3/3
Ability Scores:[/u]
Strength -2
Dexterity +5
Constitution +2
Intelligence +1
Wisdom 0
Charisma 0
Role/Level: Expert 1
Combat:
Combat Progression: +0 (¾)
Attack: +5 (0 BAB, +5 Dex)
Dodge: +5
Parry: -2
Knife: Str+1 (-1) damage, 19-20/+3 Crit, Piercing, 10' Range increment.
Heavy Crossbow: +3 damage, 19-20/+3 Crit, piercing, 120’ range increment.
Saves:
Fort +2
Reflex +5
Will +2 (favoured)
Toughness +2
Skills: 4
Acrobatics +9 (4ranks, 5dex)
Athletics +2 (4ranks, -2str)
Bluff +4 (4ranks)
Disable Device +5 (4ranks, 1int)
Handle Animal +4 (4fav)
Knowledge (Local: Covenant): +5 (1int, 4fav)
Notice +4 (4ranks)
Search +7 (4ranks, 1int, +2feat)
Sleight of Hand +9 (4ranks, 5dex)
Stealth +11 (4ranks, 5dex, +2feat)
Survival +4 (4ranks)
Feats:[/b]
- Expert Role (can spent a point of Conviction to gain 4 ranks to any skill for the duration of the scene)
- Low Profile (reduces impact of reputation)
- Endurance (+4 on checks involving fatigue and extended activity)
- Hide in Plain Sight (hide without concealment/cover)
- Talented (thief) (+2 on stealth and search)
- Sneak Attack (+2 on damage bonus when target is unaware)
- Defensive Roll (+1 on toughness save if dodge bonus applies)
Language:
German
Equipment:
Knife (2x)
Thieves' Tools
Heavy Crossbow with bolts
My mistake. Rupert will certainly want that skill.
But I thought it'd be nice to have at least some tactic I can put to good use during battle.