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About Istvan MastersonName: Istvan Masterson
Defense:
AC 12 Touch 12 Flatfooted 10 Hp 16 Fort +2 Refl +2 Will +5 CMD 13 (+2 vs bull rush, reposition, drag, trip & overrun) Offense:
Base speed 30 Actual speed 30 BAB +1 CMB +13 Melee attacks . . masterwork staff +3 (1d6/20/x2) . . dagger +2 (1d4/19-20/x2/10') Ranged attacks
Statistics:
Str 10(+0) Dex 14(+2) Con 14(+2) Int 18(+4) Wis 14(+2) Cha 14(+2) Feats & Traits:
Feats . Cosmopolitan (diplomacy, perception) . Scribe Scroll . Spell Focus (conjuration) Traits
Skills:
. bluff 2(+8) . diplomacy 2(+7) . knowledge; arcane 2(+9) . knowledge; dungeoneering 1(+8) . knowledge; history 1(+8) . knowledge; religion 1(+8) . knowledge; planes 1(+8) . perception 2(+7) . profession, sailor 1(+6) . spellcraft 2(+9) Gear:
Combat Gear . masterwork staff . pearl of power I Scrolls
Wands
Other Gear
Total Weight PP 600 GP 3 SP 0 CP 0 Other:
Racial Features . Skilled (racial, +1 skill / level) Class Features
Favoured Class Options
Spells:
Cantrips . all wizard cantrips Level 1 2+1
Memorized:
Cantrips . Detect Magic . Disrupt Undead . Light . Ray of Frost Level 1 . Burning Hands (DC 15) . Grease (DC 16) . Mage Armor . Infernal Healing Gabriel:
Race Parrot Init +2 Percpetion +10, low light vision AC 15 Touch 14 Flatfooted 13
Str 2 Dex 15 Con 8
Base speed 10 Fly speed 40
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Skills
Appearance:
. 5'9" dark skinned with long, flowing dreadlocks. I wear simple breeches and loose fitting, beer stained tunic. Slung across my shoulders is a heavily patched backpack. Backstory:
Who am I? I wish I knew, I've been searching for the answer to that question for most of my life. The stories say I was found drifting amid the wreakage of the Crimson Plague, one of the bloodiest ships to ever sail these seas. If true, how and why was a babe aboard such a ship? What I do know is I grew up a cabin boy on the Maiden of Mists. Yep, that's the ship that was torn up by a typhoon about seven years ago right in the middle of the harbor. Since that day, I've been labled nothing but bad luck. Found drifting alone in the wreckage of a ship for the second time, and yet a let of a bare twelve years. Not being daft, I ran inland. A lad with that kind of luck attached to his name is looking for a shiv in the back. I'm no lad these days, and I'm tired of drifting aimlessly. I've spent years studying the arts acane and damned if I'm going to keep hiding for the rest of my life. This good forsaken town is as good as anyplace else to start making my mark in the world. |
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