Max HP: 13 Current HP: 13
AC: 16= 10 + 2 + 4
Escape Artist +4
*Handle animal +2+1+3=+6
*Knowledge (Nature) +3+1+3=+7
*Knowledge (Geo.) +3+1+3=+7
Perform ( ) +0
*Profession () +2=+
*Sense Motive +2+1+3+1=+7
Use Magic Device* 0= n/a
* indicates class skill
Deadly Aim:(1st level) -1 to attack for +2 damage for round on ranged attacks.
Skill Focus(Acrobatics): +3 to Acrobatics checks.
[b]Pioneer: +1 Survival. Begin play with a Horse.
Suspicious: +1 to Sense Motive and it is considered a class skill.
Low light vision
keen eyes+2 perceptions
Favored Class: Ranger/Inquisitor
Favored Enemy (Human)+2: He gains a +2 bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, and Survival checks against creatures of his selected type. Likewise, he gets a +2 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against them.
Track (Ex): A ranger adds half his level (minimum 1) to Survival skill checks made to follow or identify tracks.
backpack 2gp 2 lb
Equipment Cost and Weight 43gp 46 lb
Current gold: 1pp 9gp 9sp
Light Load: 86 lb
Medium: 173 lb
Heavy: 260 lb
Lean and dexterous, Borden is decked out in supple, studded deer hides and soft soled boots. However, his lean frame is still muscular, hinting at the rigors his body has endured on the road. At his back rests a quiver of red-fletched arrows and a composite longbow is gripped in his left hand. Wrapping his forearm is a worn leather bracer, evidence of his time at practice with the bow. Around his shoulders rests a durable, deep hooded cloak, made to keep the cold winds that push through the southern reaches of Brevoy at bay. A slim, dagger is sheathed at his hip and a hand axe hangs from his opposite hip. A simple leather armband inscribed with a few of Erastil's teachings graces his right arm. His keen, hazel eyes have a seriousness to them, as if constantly on the lookout for something. His brown hair, kept loose, hangs to his upper back and is slightly curly with lighter highlights, a result of spending so much time under the Brevian sun. His overall appearance is of someone who has spent a lot of time on the road. His face is tanned with a beard and moustache two weeks old covering the lower half of his face.
A firm believer in tradition, Borden feels that all have their part to play. Moreover, as a boy, he lived in a small community that venerated Erastil, so his views on the world focused around not only bettering oneself, but doing what one can to better the community. Not one for deceptions, he never concerned himself with Brevian politics. However, neither is he fool and understands the benefits of the occasional lie, when directed towards those undeserving of true respect. As such, his life as a guide has exposed him to the merits of deception when facing the bandits that plague the road. Even when he was living in Restov, Borden felt out of place and learned how to determine the motives of the people who hired him on as a guide. Fair and just to those who treat him as such, Borden stives to always do what is right.
Born in Rendin, a small village a few day's ride from the bustling city of Restov, Borden learned to hunt form an early age from his father. An avid follower of Erastil's teachings, Borden's father instilled in his son a fierce adherence to tradition and respect for people's roles in society. Borden's father often told the young boy that it was the small communities that made the Rostlands great. It is that belief in his small village that would see him become a good hunter and a great guide. At the age of sixteen, Borden traveled to Restov and, amazed by the crowded nature of the city, began to familiarize himself with the land around it. Then, using what he had learned from maps he had seen as well as crude ones he had created on his own, Borden began to act as a guide, leading people through the wilderness to villages and even cities as far as New Stetven. Still, remembering his responsibility to his home, Borden made sure to visit his family often, giving over a majority of what he earned and keeping only enough to sustain himself. However, that wasn't to say that the young ranger was without. Many times, the groups he guided would be set upon by fierce animals or traveling bandits, and each time Borden used his skills to defend his charges from harm. At times, he would be rewarded for his efforts with things useful for his job. Though a firm believer in family over countrymen, he was still a Rostlander. So when the opportunity came to sign on for an expedition into the Greenbelt, Borden lept at the chance to join, much to the chagrin of his parents. In the young ranger's mind however, traveling into the untamed Greenbelt would not show Rostlands fierce determination, but would honor his own community and Old Deadeye in the process.