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About Mareck BolthuneBackground:
Mareck Lerben Bothune ("Lerbie" to his mother) got a bad start. Nothing terrible, nothing horrible. No zombies eating his mom's brain, no vampire massacres, no magical apocalypses. Just the run of the mill stuff: hunger, disease, missing dad, abused by the local thugs, dead bodies in the street each morning.
But he got on. Nothing would stop him for long. Despite his... less than stellar intelligence, he seemed able to solve problems, no matter how complicated. Problems with the local protection racket thug? Goodbye thug, courtesy of an elaborate counter-scam implicating the thug in skimming. Getting screwed out of wages? Sneak into the tavernkeep's office and pick the lock to the cash box. Mom shorted at the local apothecary? Plant the mayor's missing jewels in the apothecary's shop... Voila! One very compliant apothecary. Gradually, he became smarter, quicker witted. It was like something kept telling him to keep going, that nothing could stop him. It was as if something was giving him help, whispering ideas in his ear, teaching him things, telling him what to do. ... Something was. Stats:
Mareck Bothune Male human (Varisian) Fighter 1 N Medium Humanoid Init +3; Senses Perception +0 XP(Standard Advancement):0 Prestige Points: 0 Fame: 0 --------------------
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Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 15 Feats Catch Off Guard, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Bladed Scarf), Weapon Finesse Traits Fixer of Odds, Trouper Skills Profession (gambling) +5, Survival +4, Intimidate +6, Perform (sing) +4 Languages Common, Varisian, Shoanti Combat Gear Bladed scarf, starknife, rapier, Leather Armor; Other Gear Pathfinder's Kit (Backpack, Belt Pouch, Clay Mug, Dagger, 2 Fishhooks, Flint and Steel, Sewing Needle, Signal Whistle, 50 Feet String, 50 Feet Thread, Waterskin, Trail Rations - One week, Whetstone), 50 Foot Hempen Rope Coin:
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