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About PavelInitiative +3; Senses Perception +6
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Base Attack +2 Combat Maneuver Bonus +5 Feats Power Attack, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Bastard Sword), Two-Weapon Fighting Skills Climb +7 (+5 in armor), Diplomacy +2, Handle Animal +6, Heal +6, Knowledge (geography) +5, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Perception +7, Ride +7 (+5 in armor), Stealth +8 (+6 in armor), Survival +7 Languages Common (Ledean? Veshian?), Dwarven Special Qualities Track (Add one-half ranger level to survival rolls while following tracks), Wild Empathy +3 Combat Gear
Total Experience 1550
Physical Description Pavel is about 6'4", 260 Ibs with broad shoulders and large, calloused hands. He has the typical olive skin, dark hair and eyes of many residents of the eastern coast of Ghelspad; though some have commented that he must have Albadian blood in him due to his size (though the less charitable have speculated on dwarf or giant: the latter usually being a precursor to a fist-fight). His face is marked by an oft-broken nose and a few prominent nicks and scars and his hair rarely has contact with a comb. His heavily mended clothing is full of pockets and pouches and his sturdy boots are often caked with mud. His large frame seems clumsy and ponderous at first glance, but he is surprisingly light on his feet and sure-footed. Background Pavel grew up in northern Vesh, where dwarves often out number humans. His father was a simple cooper, his mother an herbalist. He had a comfortable enough upbringing; despite having five children (Pavel, another son and three daughters) there was almost always enough to eat and someone was always around. His older brother followed in his father's footsteps to be a cooper and a carpenter, but Pavel decided early on while gazing at the Kelder range and the forests of his homeland that he would rather spend his time in the wilds. The stories about the Divine War and the Vigils' own stuggles against titanspawn and the tyrant King Virduk didn't exactly settle him down, either. There was a wide world out there and he wanted to be a part of it. When he was 14, Pavel joined with the Veshian army. His relative skill as a medic (a skill gained from his mother), a stable boy and later as a scout and skirmisher distinguished him well. He has since been working caravan duty, supplementing guards from Mullis Town to Mithril along the Cordrada Corridor. In Mithril, he enlisted for training in the Behjurian Vigil and finally met his match. In the city, he feels rather useless. Drills are nothing new, but he's getting sick of taking care of higher ranked members' horses (or the paladins'! Gods, but they're particular!). And it always seems like there's a paladin or priest or senior Vigil taking care of anything with real teeth. With the loose hierarchy of the Vigils, Pavel is sure there's some way to prove his worth and get some real assignments and this latest issue with the tunnels under the city seems like just the ticket. |
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