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BANDER REESE Male Human Witch 1 NG Medium Human Init +1; Senses: Perception +6 -------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (0 armor, 0 shield, +1 Dex) hp 8 (6 1st lvl + 2 Con) Saves: Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +3 -------------------- OFFENSE -------------------- Speed: 30 ft. Melee: Falcata | -4 (Nonprof.)| 1d8 | 19-20/x3 Dagger | +0 | 1d4 | 19-20/x2 -------------------- STATS -------------------- Str 10 (+0) Dex 12 (+1) Con 14 (+2) Int 19 (+4) Wis 12 (+1) Cha 8 (-1) Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 11 Feats: Accursed Hex, Extra Hex Patron: Agility Traits: Highlander (regional); Observant (Faction) Skills:
Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Orc, Dwarven Combat Gear:
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Total weight: 25.5 lbs
Coin: 128gp, 3sp, 5cp --------------------
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0 Level: DC = 14
1 Level: DC = 15
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Description:
Description: Bander Reese shaves off what little is left of his once brown hair, leaving his sun darkened scalp smooth each morning. In contrast, his face always seems to have a grisly grey, three day’s old beard covering his cheeks, upper lip, and chin. Covered in pock marks and with a nose that is more scar tissue than cartilage, his face is one that only a mother could love. Running from across the left side of his scalp and down to his left eye are a parallel line of three scars that look like a set of claws tried to rip his face off. His left eye is missing and has been replaced with a milky white glass orb that he can pop in and out, a trick he loves to perform to creep out the local peasants in the tavern. Bander isn’t a large man at 5’8” and 155 pounds, but he also doesn’t look like most people’s image of a robe wearing, pale skinned, weakling magic user. He has served for years alongside the soldiers of his homeland and as such his skin is sun darkened and rough, his muscles while not powerful are corded and tough like the roots of an old oak, and his one remaining eye has the long distance stare of a seasoned campaigner. He dresses in the simple clothes of a common soldier: sturdy brown boots, brown leather breeches, a serviceable shirt with a brown leather jacket, and a simple and functional cloak.
Bander walks with the confident stride of a veteran and cusses like only an old soldier can. Observers would never guess at the sharp and brilliant intellect that hides behind the outer shell of a common trooper. Personality:
Personality, as Described by SGT. Handerson: “So you want to know what Bander is like huh? Well I guess I know him about as well as anyone considering we’ve been in the ranks so long together. Sweets, that’s his nickname amongst our squad, is a grisly old campaigner. Heck, at 42 I’m guessing he’s seen more than most of us combined and he’s not shy telling you so; always scaring the young recruits with his war stories and all. Not that they are just stories, I darn believe he’s actually lived most of them. I mean have you seen that face of his? Got to be some truth to them stories.
Sweets could be a great NCO or even an officer if he’d just apply himself, but don’t ever say that to his face or in two shakes of a cat’s tail you’ll be eatin’ dirt. He loved being a regular soldier and wanted nothing to do with the responsibility or such of being an NCO. He will tell you that NCO’s like me and especially officers are nothing but a bunch of namby pants, good for nothing, gonad suckers. Hell, he even said it once to the commander. That’s one reason why Sweets has never made it far in the ranks before getting busted right back down.
Well I guess that’s about it. Sweets might be a tough guy to put up with at times as an NCO, especially as an NCO younger than this ancient Private, but I’d take Bander into a fight with me any day of the week and twice of Sunday. At least that was before he deserted and walked away. If you see him let him know his bunk is still open and I don’t care what the captain says, Bander is always welcome back here.” Background:
Background: Bander Reese grew up in the highlands as a child of common shepherds. This life appeared to be nothing more than a dead end to him, thus like so many young people Bander ran off from home and joined the military. For the next 26 years, he served with little to no distinction, spending more time in disciplinary punishment than any other soldier in the history of his unit. Bander had a tendency to disregard authority, especially privileged ‘I got my position because my daddy is rich’ authority, causing him to bump heads with many of his NCO’s and officers. One officer in particular took an instant and vicious dislike for Bander. His most recent commander, CPT Lasky, was a spoiled noble who could not stomach disrespect from the son of commoners, no matter how old he was or how long he had served. CPT Lasky was determined to break this bald headed old man who disrespected his betters. Bander simply tolerated the captain’s petty viciousness and would smile right at his face and make another anatomically impossible comment about the captain’s mother.
This all changed recently when Bander’s unit was in an engagement. CPT Lasky sent Bander forward as a scout to attempt to flank the enemy position. He then made a probing attack on the enemy line. Once the enemy was sufficiently alerted CPT Lasky had the unit fall back leaving Bander stranded and alone. Bander had no chance and was quickly overwhelmed by the enemy, severely wounded, and left for dead. As the unit retreated the captain figured Bander was dead, but not satisfied in killing him he also had to trash what little of a good name he had by putting out that Bander Reese had deserted. As Bander laid there on the forest floor bleeding out onto the ground, watching the sunlight dance among the leaves a strange feeling came over him. He was strangely numb to the pain, strangely distant from his body. Suddenly a presence filled the forest. A musky smell that sent the primitive instincts buried deep in Bander’s brain screaming like a frightened ape tickled his nose. Padding out from among the trees a large feline form came striding towards him. First Person account: “I watched as a gods’ fracking giant cat came walking out from among the shadows of the trees. The thing simply seemed to flow as it moved across the ground towards me. You would have thought I would have been afraid but the lassitude that washed over me left me simply oddly curious about this jet black feline. The oversized cat stopped beside me and placed its claw tipped paw directly on my chest, pushing the hard fought breath out of my chest.
“By Desna’s right breast, tell me something I don’t know cat,” I spat out with what little air I had. A soft rumble came from the feline’s chest; I would have sworn it was a laugh if cats could laugh. “Humans are such entertaining creatures and you have piqued my interest. I am here to make you an offer Bander Reese. I can heal you, I can give you life, I can give you power but there is a price. Do you want to live human or are you ready to die?” I figured this must be some delusion brought on by my blood loss as I was dying but I figured what the hell I’d play along with the hallucination. “Damn it cat if you can heal me then just do it. It’s not like I got all gods damned day to lie around here discussing it.” Again the strange rumble echoed out from the cat’s chest…damn that’s got to be laughter. The fracking cat was laughing at me. Suddenly the large feline lashed out with its paw and three of its dagger sharp claws sliced down my face. There was no pain just the sensation of my skin parting and then the juicy pop of my left eye as it exploded into a jellied mess. As I lost consciousness I heard the cat’s silky voice again, “Human do not worry you will live and you will be healed, mostly. You have been marked as mine that is all, but remember that nothing comes for free and there will be a price for all you gain.” When I woke all my wounds were healed over to angry red scars. I rubbed my hand over the left side of my face and traced three parallel scars running from my scalp down to left eye and where my eye was suppose to be was nothing but an empty hole. As I sat up my one remaining eye widened for there at my feet was not the giant solid black cat of my delusion but a house cat sized feline, black with grey strips. Its strange violet colored eyes seemed to study me with an intelligence that no regular cat should possess. Trying to ignore the strange animal at my feet, I scrapped myself together and walked to the nearest town. The gods’ damned cat followed me the whole way. Over the next few weeks I found that my skills as a soldier were strangely gone. My hands fumbled my sword; my armor felt confining and made me awkward. In the place of these skills were odd new powers, that and the fracking cat that would not leave my side. I’m not sure what the giant black feline that took my eye did to me and I’m not sure I like it, but I can’t very well argue with still breathing. So I guess I have a new friend in this damned cat and an unspecified price hanging over my head that might be called due anytime. Meanwhile, I need to earn some money and figure out what is happening to me. Guess it’s another fracking day in paradise.” |
