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140 posts. Alias of Oterisk.


Full Name

Thaddicus Altimitel Marcaldor XV

Race

Human (Taldan)

Classes/Levels

Zen Archer Monk/ Freebooter Ranger 1

Gender

M

Size

5'10

Age

41

Alignment

LN

Deity

Abadar

Location

Medev

Languages

Taldane (common), Sylvan, Abyssal

Strength 12
Dexterity 17
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 20
Charisma 10

About Thaddicus Marcaldor

Crunch:
12, 17, 12, 14, 20, 10
Traits: Child of the Crusades, Crusader Tactician
Feats: Improved Unarmed Strike, Perfect Strike, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Skill Focus: Perception
Skills: Acrobatics 1(7), Climb 1(5), Heal 1(9), Knowledge: Nobility 1(7), Perception 1(12), Profession: Boyer 1(9), Sense Motive 1(9), Stealth 1(7), Swim 1(5)

History:
The rich have always enjoyed the ability to be focused on one thing and to have the other mundane things be taken care of by someone else. From the time he can remember, the rhythmic sound of repeated pounding of targets as arrows hit targets had always soothed him, and he had much to be delighted about since his family estate had provided bows to nearly half of Taldor, and the discriminating half at that. Whereas the crossbow had really gained in popularity, there was a growing appreciation for the more difficult to master long bow in the upper class and the Marcaldor family had taken advantage of that. Their bows were often made to exact specifications of individuals and made out of exotic woods and with particular etchings and decoration to make anyone balk at the price, but it was the price of fashion and so the nobles paid.

To keep up appearances, there was installed an archer college where on the family grounds and for the price of a few masters, the students were willing to pay for instruction as well, and the school made them money as well. So it was in the interest of family business that Thaddicus' family encouraged entrance into said school, but it was passion for the bow that motivated the person himself. Despite the boy's lack of natural talent, his perserverance won out and he became quite excellent, to the point that many buyers were persuaded on the merits of the bow by the favored son alone. He would fire thousands of arrows a day if he could and often did. He had a small contingency of servants who would provide his arrows and targets, and he would demand they continue their duties despite his continued firing of the bow, and he had never mistakenly hit any of them, but the danger of it would thrill visitors. The servants did not mind either, since they got a bonus every time his arrows pierced their clothing.

The Marcaldor family had a modest three children of which Thaddicus was the middle, but only boy and was so expected to carry out the family business. However, as he aged, he cared no more for the business except for the firing of bows and going on of hunts, and became a bit of a burden to the family as his father, who himself never fancied the bow, wanted to devote more time at court to increase the family's standing in the country. After a few family discussions on the matter it was decided that Thaddicus should marry an ambitious woman who would desire to continue to encourage business growth and oversee the growth of their particular industry who herself was part of an aspiring family to satisfy his father's upwardly mobile ideals.

And so a woman was found. The marriage was a stately affair, and life settled once more into routine, which suited Thaddicus quite nicely. But it wasn't long before the lady of the house found his complacency contemptable, and her natural ambition clashed with his contentment. And so the nagging began. She had the tenacity of a thousand bloodhounds when it came to disrupting his serenity with her baying and discovery of his secret places. The animosity ran deep in the household, which was only exasperated by the fact that one out of his own modest three children had any resemblance to their father. But though the divide was deep, it did not divide them entirely.

Until the day she took a kitchen knife to his bowstrings. After that, he decided that there was no living with her anymore. He packed his things, announced his desire to crusade against the demons of the Worldwound adding that the demons of the farthest and deepest reaches of the abyss were more preferable to living with his current harpy. He left that same day, never to return. Upon reflection he did note that it wasn't entirely her fault, he was hardly attentive as a husband, quite often rude, and certainly did not encourage her to do the things she was naturally good at. But he had made his decision, and changing into a better man did not appeal to him. He would rather die. And he very nearly did.

Therefore it was to the crusades with him. Although a trip from Taldor doesn’t happen overnight, it was far more than that for him. What was going to take roughly a couple of months ended up with fifteen years of exile. He was barely into the Verduran forest before he was nabbed by a Nixie and kept as a pet who found his noble bearing “Cute”. Then after escaping that he was caught up in political upheaval in Galt of which he can find few good words to speak of Galtans after that time. He was shanghaied by a powerful bandit Lord in the River Kingdoms for a couple years until he was liberated by some well meaning adventurers who gave him bad directions and he spent a season in Brevoy recovering from Bog Rot. Finally spent the remainder of his time in a Numerian Prison for a crime he didn’t commit.

By the time he arrived he hardly looked the picture of health and vitality he was when he first departed, but he was finally there. He met some relatives that had come up to look for him some years back and settled down and he had announced his intention to join the crusade. They attempted to talk him out of it and did him the noble service of not providing him with a proper bow when he went to sign up. But here it was where he truly felt he needed to be, and the ability to destroy what he affectionately referred to as "The In-Laws".

In all this, his former hardness toward his family began to soften and he wondered how his boys were doing. And quite possibly, he even missed his wife. But currently he is telling himself that he has to just defeat this whole affair before he could go home. After all, it was their fault his wife acted that way all those years ago. Wiping these Demons off the face of Golarion would allow him to go home with pride, because after all these years, it's the only thing he has left.

Personality:
Thaddicus is a pompous jerk most of the time, but he loves practicality. His praise is rare and well earned. In the crusades he's the prick who has been through hell and tells you which diners to skip. He doesn't charm his way into a high position, he earned every scrap of it with experience and sheer determination. He's not your friend, he's the ***hole who will drag your body six miles to the temple of whoever because your death would make him look bad.

He has the look and swagger of the biggest veteran, but his current level is due to him being out a Numerian prison for about two weeks after six years of never seeing the sun. His eye and arm are weak, but he doesn't have time to recover when these **** demons run rampant.