Rock Bloodrain (aka Rock the malodorous)
Gender: Male Ali: Unaligned Diety: Chantea Height: 5’9” Weight: 178lbs Age: 29 Class: Two blade Ranger
Str: 18 Con: 13 Dex: 14 Int: 10 Wis: 16 Cha: 8 Fort: 16 Ref: 14 Will: 14 AC: 17 Init: +3 Spd: 6 P. Insight: 14 P. Perception: 19 HP: 35 Bloodied: 17 Surges: 8 Value: 7
Class Features: Two weapon fighting style, Hunter’s quarry, Prime shot Feats: Weapon exp (heavy blade), Toughness, WP Bastard Sword Languages: Common, Dwarven
Trained: athletics +11, dungeoneering +9, Endurance +8, Perception +9, Stealth +9
Untrained: acrobatics +2, Arcana +1, bluff 0, diplomacy 0, heal +4, history +1, insight +4, intimidate 0, nature +4, religion +1, streetwise 0, theivery +2
At-wills: hunters quarry, twin strike, marauder’s rush Encounters: second wind, longtooth shifting, off-hand strike Utility: Begin the hunt Daily: jaws of the wolf
Rock comes from deep within the menacing mountain ranges. Practicing rituals and worship to Chauntea and the old Gods. The Gods who rule above the other gods. Practicing rituals and worship that are long forgotten to the new and weak races. Leaving his mountain clan to spread the old ways to only those who are deserving to follow. Not being PC about whats new or trendy in religion, but sticking to the sacrifices, the true way. Purity… only through blood….
Bred from childhood to use his raw strength and speed to overcome his adversaries. Helping strengthen the clan and protecting it from opposing clans…... or worse. Growing in the ranks of the clan until the day he was chosen to go out into the world to see if there are any left to follow the old gods or to find those honourable enough to follow the path. Rocks view remains why worship something that you can become? Only those that always were deserve reverance.
Running low on funds and growing tired of hunting for game to eat, Rock decides to venture to more inhabitable lands. And maybe a refreshing pint…. on to stonewall