| Full
Name |
Vintus Penault |
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| Race |
Varisian 1/2-elf |
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| Classes/Levels |
Bard (Detective)/Fighter (Lore Warden) |
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| Gender |
Male |
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| Size |
Medium |
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| Age |
27 |
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| Special Abilities |
Ancestral Arms (Swordbreaker Dagger), Careful Teamwork, taking 'em in alive, dry wit |
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| Alignment |
Lawful Good |
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| Deity |
I don't do praying. |
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| Location |
Absolom, used to be Magnimar |
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| Languages |
Common, Elven, Varisian |
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| Occupation |
Private Investigator, Public Speaker, ameteur poet |
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| Strength |
10 |
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| Dexterity |
14 |
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| Constitution |
12 |
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| Intelligence |
13 |
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| Wisdom |
10 |
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| Charisma |
19 |
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About Vint Penal
"I joined the Society - why else does anyone join the Society? Not for idealistic reasons, in my case. Every day, you hear stories: this crazy gnome sorceror stole something 'cause she just wanted it, those Szcarni punks killed a man in cold blood just 'cause they could. Some Pathfinders head out there looking for knowledge, others for thrills... Me? I'm looking for that slimy son-of-an-otyugh who thinks he can take Protection From Law literally.
"No, brown's not my natural colour. If you wanna know, my father got... taken advantage of by a drow, who thought it would be more cruel to leave him with an unwanted child than to sacrifice her very own newborn. Lucky for me, huh? I didn't like tattoos nor shame, so I left for the biggest city in the world. It isn't so bad, if you really want to live in it, and you bet your last copper I do."
The Pathfinders have an ideal; they rescue stuff rather than steal.
Oh, they'll have a say, and then they'll get their way,
but for me it means one more hot meal.
