About Alec du ChevrouStatistics:
Ranger2 (Urban Ranger Archetype) Medium humanoid (human) Init +3, Spd30, hp19 Light0-50lbs Medium51-100lbs Heavy101-150lbs Drag750lbs Current Capacity: 41lbs -------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC18 (+4 chain shirt, +3 Dex, +1 buckler); Touch13, Flat-Footed15 CMB +3, CMD16 Fort +4 Ref +6 Will +0
Daggers +5 melee/thrown (1d4+1) Short sword +5 melee (1d6+1) Crossbow +5 ranged (1d8) Pistol +1 ranged (1d8) Not Proficient
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Diplomacy +9 (2 ranks, +3 bonus, +3 Cha, +1 trait) Perception +5 (2 ranks, +3 bonus) Climb +4 (2 ranks, +3 bonus, +1 Str, -2 ACP) Knowledge [Local] +5 (2 ranks, +3 bonus) Stealth +6 (2 rank, +3 bonus, +3 Dex, -2ACP) Sense Motive +4 (1 rank, +3 bonus)
Profession (Guard) +4 (1 rank, +3 bonus) --------------------
Friend in Every Town: +1 on Diplomacy checks & now a class skill
Lookout: Add +1/2 of vanguard level (minimum +1) to Initiative checks Tactician: 1/day as a Standard Action, grant all allies within 30ft of you the use of a Teamwork Feat that you have. They may use it for 4 rounds.[/i] Equipment:
Chain shirt (25lbs) short sword (2lbs) (3) daggers (1lb each) light crossbow (4lbs) Case w/10 bolts (1lb) Sap (2lbs) Long coat of black leather (2lbs) Wide-brimmed black leather hat Dark Grey woolen scarf Backpack (2lbs) Backstory:
Alec's mother was a Mari de Chevrou, a Galtan merchant's daughter who fled, heavy with child, to the estate of a distant family member when the revolutionary violence began decades ago. Unfortunately, she never arrived at her destination: she was intercepted by a charming man who claimed to know her relatives--but in truth was the leader of a local bandit group. As the villains assaulted Miss Chevrou's carriage on a lonely stretch of road a warrior-priestess of Arqueros named Ellida came upon them and drove them away. Alas, Mari had been grievously wounded and her life slipped away, though Ellida was able to save the child. When Ellida arrived at the relatives' estate in Ardeal, they refused to take in this babe allegedly from a relative they had never met--and so the priestess named the infant Alec to honor his Galtan heritage, and made him her ward. Alec knows all of this thanks to the letters his mother bore with her on her journey, as well as the letters written to him by his caretaker Ellida--these letters are his most prized possessions, and he bears them on his person at all times. To his regret he barely remembers the woman who saved him; by the time Alec was old enough to begin learning his letters Ellida had passed on. His care was taken up by a scarred old inquisitor named Iram, and Alec was placed in one of the church-run boarding schools of Vigil in neighboring Lastwall. The followers of The Golden Bulwark have been a lasting presence in Ustalav; though few in number, they have striven to keep an eye on the region's many dangers, from bandit groups, to signs of impending plague outbreaks, to the crumbling fortresses of the Whispering Tyrant and his generals. Iram was often traveling on business, though he made a point of visiting Vigil regularly to ensure that Alec's education was proceeding properly. These visits were were a delight to the boy, who strove make the grizzled Iram proud by excelling at his studies and, once old enough, volunteering for the local watch militia. Iram kept his secrets close; the inquisitor made it clear to Alec that questions about his frequent trips were off-limits for conversation, even when Iram returned to Vigil bearing half-healed wounds or carefully wrapped objects that he handled with clear distaste. For all his stony silence about his work Iram seemed genuine in his affection for the boy, often bringing him books and extolling ancient legends to the rapt Alec. Five years past, a scholar named Professor Lirrimor arrived at in Vigil seeking out Iram, ostensibly in order to consult the priest for his next book. The old man was unfailingly polite and patient with Alec's incessant questions about the wider world, and the two struck up a correspondence that helped Alec fill the weeks between Iram's visits. Alec's world was shattered four months ago, when a beautiful and terrifying young woman swept through his life like a hurricane. Alec was nearing the end of one of his militia night shifts when a carriage pulled up on the foggy street; the door opened and a woman of heart-stopping beauty leaned out and called to him. Alec approached, glanced into her eyes and was lost in those cold, heartless pits. The world took on a grey, foggy quality as Alec climbed into the carriage, answering every question she posed and agreeing without hesitation to help her murder Lord Marshal Aritas Colvir--the commander of the city's Vigilant Blades, who regularly checked in on the fortresses of the Whispering Tyrant. As some small part of him screamed in impotent denial, Alec turned his charm on the guards at the Lord Marshal's estate, gaining entry for "Lady Illara" and several of her "bodyguards". When Sir Colvir met his guests in the study, the false noblewoman ordered Alec and the others to attack--and he obeyed, to his own horror. The Lord Marshal and his guards killed the two men who had driven the carriage and slashed open Alec's neck before the thing that called itself Illara ripped out his throat...and drank his blood. When she finished, she strode to the window and leapt out without a second glance--and suddenly Alec's mind was his again. Overcome with revulsion and terror, Alec dragged himself to his feet and fled the city. Since then he has kept on the move, his coin purse growing ever thinner as he vainly tries to puzzle out how that strange, frightening woman was able to entice him to murder. As the weeks went by, Alec's grief and horror slowly turned to cold fury--he would discover what this woman had done to him, and he would redeem himself to Iram, the closest thing to a father he had ever known. The problem was, where could he possibly begin? When the knock sounded on the door of his room in some garbage-heap of an inn in Caliphas, Alec was certain that the authorities of Lastwall had finally found him. His fear turned to confusion when the culprit turned out to be a child bearing for him a letter from Professor Lorrimor. Despite his alarm and uncertainty as to how the letter had found its way to him, Alec couldn't fight down a wave of sadness as he read of the old sage's death, mingled with surprise at learning that he was included in the will. Seized with the sudden, desperate hope that the the professor's library might hold clues as to what had been done to him, the young man resolved to travel to Ravengro and attend the funeral.
Appearance & Personality:
Alec is slender and of moderate height, with dark hair, sharp blue eyes, a lean build and dancer's grace. Unwilling to let anyone tend to his wounded neck for fear of them asking the wrong questions, the injury has healed poorly and is now a thick scar running from under his left jaw all the way to his adam's apple. He has a quick and infectious laugh, and always made friends easily growing up. While he is a quick study with the rapier and dagger and a good shot with the crossbow Alec genuinely dislikes hurting people, preferring to rely on his charm to talk his way out of trouble. Alec's encounter with 'Lady Illara' has put a damper on his spirits of late, making him much less outgoing and more than a little paranoid of strangers. Time and distance have allowed most of his shock to subside, and now a steely determination has revealed itself--he will find this Lady Illara, and he will see that she pays for her crimes no matter who or what she might be. In his clothing Alec has consciously striven to emulate Iram--he wears a shirt of fine chain-links under a long black leather coat, with a wide-brimmed hat completing the ensemble. If the weather permits he wears a plain grey wool scarf to conceal his scarred neck. After fleeing Vigil his first thought had been to abandon the outfit, but he couldn't bear to sever his last link to Iram, and so he spent many many hours in his room scrubbing out the blood stains.
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