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Galeas Rinn
Male Human Fighter 1 (Pathfinder RPG Core Rulebook)
NG Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init + 3
Senses Perception +1
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Defense
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AC: 19 , touch 13, flat-footed 16
HP: 13
Saves: Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee
. . Warhammer +4 (1d8+3/x3)
or
. . Short sword +4 (1d6+3/19-20)
or
. .Dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20)
or
. .Full Attack +2/+2 (Hammer 1d8+3/x3, Spiked shield 1d4+1/19-20)

Power Attack -1 to hit, +2 damage

Ranged
. . Shortbow +4 (1d6/x3, 60ft range, 20 Arrows)
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 17, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8

Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 17

Feats: Two weapon fighting, Improved shield bash, Power attack
Traits: Dedicated Defender; Grief Filled
Drawback: Overprotective

Skills: : *Climb +2, Perception +1, Profession (Soldier) +4
*ACP Applies (-5)

Languages: Common, Varisian

Gear: Warhammer, short sword, dagger, shortbow, quiver w/20 arrows, Spiked light wooden shield, scale mail, fighter’s kit (This kit includes a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, a flint and steel, an iron pot, a mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), a whetstone and a waterskin), traveler's outfit, tobacco, 19gp
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Special Abilities
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Dedicated Defender: When a companion is down, you fight harder. You gain a +1 trait bonus on attack rolls and on checks made to overcome spell resistance while you are adjacent to a dying or disabled ally, animal companion, eidolon, familiar, or mount.
Grief-Filled: You are no stranger to loss and intense emotions. You gain a +2 trait bonus on all saving throws against emotion spells and effects.
Overprotective: In your youth, you saw a younger friend or loved one suffer a grievous injury or die, and you blamed yourself for not having been there to help, even if there was nothing you could have done. If one of your allies should fall unconscious from hit point damage, you take a –2 penalty on attack rolls and skill checks as long as you are farther than 10 feet away from your fallen ally.
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The man before you stands a whisker over 6 feet tall. His rugged features are accentuated by numerous scars, giving the impression he is no stranger to battle. His eyes are orbs of amber, and underneath his stony expression they hold a hint of sadness. He wears his shoulder length brown hair loose, and a clay coloured cloak is draped over his shoulders. His battered coat of scale mail is scarred with the marks of countless conflicts, yet it looks well-oiled and cared for. He wears a shield strapped to his left forearm and a warhammer hangs on his right hip, easily within reach of his practiced hand.

Galeas is a quiet, reserved man. He can seem distant to those who don't know him, however in reality he just prefers to listen and think first before speaking. He is disciplined and strong willed, though sometimes he can come across as bull-headed and stubborn. He has a kind heart, and displays fierce loyalty to those who have earned his trust. Still burdened by the guilt he feels at the loss of his friend Bren, Galeas lives by an oath to protect those close to him.

’We should go; it’s getting late, Bren…’ Galeas whispered nervously. The dull orange glow of the setting sun washed over the beach, stretching the shadows into terrifying shapes. ‘Relax, don’t be such a wuss.’ Bren replied with a smirk as his eyes scanned the shoreline in the dying light. The pair had snuck down to Junk Beach to find a treasure; Bren swore that he had seen Das Korvut, the local blacksmith, discard a massive crate at Junker’s Edge in a drunken rage only yesterday. He had spent the day trying to convince Galeas that it almost certainly contained untold treasures, and so the pair decided they had to investigate. ‘I see it! C’mon, there it is!’ Bren exclaimed with excitement as he broke into a run. ‘Wait up!’ Gal replied, trying to keep up.

The boys were prying the broken shards of wood from the crate when the goblins came. Three scrawny figures emerged from the shadows, their footsteps making soft crunching sounds upon the sand. Gal noticed them at the last second, but it was too late. Two pounced like wolves onto Bren, biting the boy and tearing his skin with pointed claws. The third came upon Gal, it’s nails rending the flesh from his face underneath his left eye. Gal lashed out, striking the goblin a lucky blow with the plank of wood he held in his hands. The creature fell, and with a bloody gurgle breathed its last breath. Gal staggered toward the two which had set upon Bren, but they had already begun to drag his friend away into the shadows. ‘BREN!’ he screamed as his vision dimmed and he collapsed into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was his friend’s bloodied face, a look of sheer terror plastered upon it.

A Varisian orphan raised by the clerics of Desna in Sandpoint, Galeas was always a quiet child. His mother died during childbirth, and his father was killed a few years later by roaming bandits. He was 12 when he lost his best friend to the Seven Tooth Goblins at Junk Beach. Found by Gorvi, the resident dung-sweeper of Sandpoint, Galeas was covered in blood and clutching a bloody plank of wood. Though trackers and search parties combed the beach and surrounding shoreline for days, there was no sign of young Brennus Faircloud; he had been taken and all that could be done was to pray he had met a swift and painless end.

As soon as he had come of age, Galeas set off to join the military in Magnimar. The years which had passed since Bren’s demise left a deep hole in his heart; Galeas had distanced himself from the other children and had spent long hours alone trying to come to terms with the burden of guilt he felt for letting the goblins take his friend. He swore an oath to himself to become strong, so that he could protect those he loved from harm and never feel the helplessness he felt that night.

At 15 he enlisted into the military, and devoted himself wholly to his training. He showed great promise, however after 3 years of service he decided not to renew his tenure. Departing on good terms, he left to return home. He had heard of the troubles in Sandpoint during recent years, and in light of the rumours of an amassing army of Giantkin he felt it was his duty to protect the people whom had invested so much in him as a child.