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About Keselous Valentinebasics:
traits:
Armor Expert
You have worn armor as long as you can remember, either as part of your training to become a knight’s squire or simply because you were seeking to emulate a hero. Your childhood armor wasn’t the real thing as far as protection, but it did encumber you as much as real armor would have, and you’ve grown used to moving in such suits with relative grace. When you wear armor of any sort, reduce that suit’s armor check penalty by 1, to a minimum check penalty of 0. successful thief You were born into a life of crime and have been stealing from a unaware rich family, perhaps even nobility, and even though you turned to a life of adventure, you've enjoyed a one-time benefit to your initial finances and your starting cash increases to 900 gp. feat:
Weapon Finesse (Combat)
You are trained in using your agility in melee combat, as opposed to brute strength. Benefit: With a light weapon, elven curve blade, rapier, whip, or spiked chain made for a creature of your size category, you may use your Dexterity modifier instead of your Strength modifier on attack rolls. If you carry a shield, its armor check penalty applies to your attack rolls. Special: Natural weapons are considered light weapons. skills:
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background:
Growing up on the rough side of town Keselous Valentine made money how ever, when ever he could, we he couldn't he survived by stealing what he needed. All and all it wasn't a terrible life. it was all about staying one step ahead, but word on the street was somebody was looking to score something big, and even though he was new to the game of fencing he had heard there was money to be made. if it was enough, he might even be able to become better equipped. and lets face it the last two gold coins he had to his name wasn't going to last him long. description:
Keselous Valentine had the build of your typical elf, perhaps with better nourishment and access to better hygiene he'd fill out and be a bit more present able. Dark hair sprung out in spikes from his head, cropping it every so often to keep it clean. his dark eyes seemed to peer through you and reflect very little of what he thinks, but the rest of his face tells you pretty easily that he is tallying the odds and making sure he is looking in his best interest. his skin is tan and a bit dirty. he could stand a good washing.and so could his clothes, times were rough and those were luxuries he just didn't have. |
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