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Full Name

Rutilux Lascaris

Race

Human (Thyatian)

Classes/Levels

Fighter 1 (HP:13/13)(AC 20/11t/19ff ; F+4, R+1,W+1 with +2 Bonus vs fear)

Gender

Male

Age

19

Alignment

Neutral Good

Deity

Whatever Immortal fits

Languages

Common

Strength 18
Dexterity 13
Constitution 14
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 12
Charisma 13

About Rutilux

Rutilux Lascaris
Male human fighter 1
NG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +1; Senses Perception +1
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Defense
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AC 20, touch 11, flat-footed 19 (+6 armor, +1 Dex, +3 shield)
hp 13 (1d10+3)
Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1; +2 trait bonus vs. fear
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee light flail +5 (1d8+4)
Ranged shortbow +2 (1d6/×3)
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Statistics
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Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 13
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 16
Feats Blind-fight, Power Attack, Shield Focus
Traits courageous, ease of faith
Skills Acrobatics -6 (-10 to jump), Diplomacy +2, Intimidate +5, Profession (cook) +5, Profession (gladiator) +5, Ride -2, Survival +5, Swim +1
Languages Common, Halfling
Other Gear chainmail, heavy steel shield, arrows (20), light flail, shortbow, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), pot, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, 2 gp
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Special Abilities
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Blind-Fight Re-roll misses because of concealment, other benefits.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
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My name is Rutilux Lascaris. I was apparently born in Slavery.. What's that you say? Slavery is illegal in the Grand Duchy of Karameikos. Thanks to the Duke, may he live forever, yes it is. But you see while I was raised in Rugalov, my mother birthed me in the Empire of Thayatis.

My father was Rutilus "the wall" Lascaris, a famous gladiator of the arenas there. My mother, Drusylla was a slave, but slaves in the Empire have rights, laws to protect them, or at least they are supposed to. Father never 'owned' mother, but they'd met, and they took a liking to each other. Unfortunately mother's owner was a greedy bastard, and tried to rig some matches. Father declined bribery to take a dive by beating mother's owner and his two body guards black and blue for the insult. I wish I had more details to tell you, but suffice to say, mother's owner really wanted revenge after that. He decided the best way to get revenge was to poison my father. At risk to her life, my mother managed to warn the authorities and save father.

Father recovered, ended up killing mother's former owner in the arena (turns out the magistrate had a sense of ironic justice), and the married my mother. However, family politics in the Empire are tricky. The family of the bastard who had tried to rig the game felt a stain about the whole thing. You'd think they'd have vengeance in mind, but no. They instead decided out of sight, out of mind, and offered my father a chance to move to the Duchy where a rather nice house they didn't use awaited. They thought it would end the gossip. Father wasn't sure. Mother however told him to take the darn house! By this time I was born you see, and she wanted room for a family.

Two years after I was born, we were in a nice enough House across the border and my sister Noeva came around. Sadly, she'd never really get to know father well. When I was six years old, a fire caught at a local inn mother was working at. They called my father 'The wall' because he only got moved when he wanted to move. When a beam fell, he replaced it with himself. It brought time for my mother and everyone else in the inn to get clear before the material gave way, crushing him in fiery debris.

Even the Traladarians refer to him as "one of the good ones" because of that, and they don't always like we Thayatins. I became the man of the House as a mere boy. Mother discouraged me from being a warrior- naturally that made me want it more than anything. My best friend in the village was the one who clued me into a mercenary band I could trust. Hoffy is a halfling, and while my father was a hero who held up the inn, his mother risked her life too, saving a child who had stumbled. It created a bond. I could tell Hoffy anything. Still can.

I signed up with the Mirrored Legion. Despite the fancy name, it was just a mercenary group, albeit with a sense of Patriotism for our new homeland. And, while traveling with them, I met Zorya. A Traladaran girl of a wealthy merchant family. I mean, as well off as most Traladarans get. She was my first lover, and still is. And her parents do not approve.

So here I am, taking part in a shearing custom to respect Traladaran customs, hoping to make my fortune, maybe get knighted, something to prove I am worthy while still honoring my father's memory by becoming a great warrior. Love and family pride. There are worse reasons to risk your neck, right?