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About Kirwen WyrmsheartKirwen's the oldest of four kids, born to a mother who was never married. His mother worked throughout her life as a maid or other household menial for some of the richest families of Warwick, forced to leave during each pregnancy, but back at work as soon as she could afterward. Kirwen doesn't know his father, and he's only half-siblings with any of his mother's other children. Nevertheless, Kirwen was the one responsible for taking care of them while they were growing up. Kirwen grew up big, and strong, and mean - but he took care of his sisters and brother, and made sure they kept away from the worst elements of their broken-down neighborhood. It wasn't a great life, but it was what he knew. Just after he turned 17, Kirwen's mother died, leaving him to take care of the family for real. He too took menial jobs, mostly involving heavy lifting; at times, though, he also worked as a bouncer, for there was something about his presence that made people respect him, though he was never a handsome man. (To enhance the effect, and keep him cool during hot summer work outdoors, Kirwen started shaving his head, while continuing to grow his beard.) It was on one of the bouncer jobs that his life changed. He was breaking up a fight, trying to use his size to overawe the combatants, when one pulled a knife and made a stab at him. Despite what most people think, bar brawls rarely get lethal, and Kirwen reacted instinctively, raising his hand to block the other man's strike. Red, scaled claws abruptly replaced his hands, and he slashed deeply into the man's stomach and dropping him to the floor. He stared in shock, then - guided by an intuition he could not explain - he turned to the other fighter and said, "Run." The man did so, fleeing as though all the demons of the Abyss were on his heels. He looked down, and his hands were normal again, but still covered in the knife-wielder's blood. Since then, Kirwen has worked on his own, trying to master the abilities he has come to realize he possesses. His youngest sibling - his little brother Sasha - is 15, and his sisters have both reached their majorities, so he is no longer as tied to them as he once was. Instead, he thinks about his abilities, his magic, and wonders if, at long long last, the days of slums and breadcrumbs are over. Magic is power, and power is something he understands. It was what those folks in the big houses his mother worked for had, and what he has never had before. Power brings money, and comfort. But not even magic can make a job moving barrels or tossing drunks into the gravy train. For that, he has to think bigger. Much, much bigger. Description
Kirwen got his name not from his father, who his does not know, nor from his abilities, which are not especially common knowledge at this point. Instead, it stems from his habit of wearing as much of his wealth on him at any given time, particularly in the form of chains or rings, made of precious metals, that touch his skin. Friends call it his "hoard," and since the incident at the bar, Kirwen's taken to the name with pride. Kirwen Wyrmsheart Human sorcerer (red draconic bloodline) 2
Enlarged Kirwen
Spoiler:
Kirwen's stats change in the following ways while he is enlarged:
CN Large humanoid (human) Init +0 AC 9, touch 9, flat-footed 9 (Dex +0, size -1) Ref +0 Maneuver Resistance 21 Melee claws +4/+4 (1d8+4, 20/x2) or silver heavy mace +4 (2d6+5, 20/x2) Str 18, Dex 10 CMB +6 |
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