About Wuse Guy
HP: 11 (5)
BAB: 0 +1(orc/goblinoid)
Unarmed: +2(1d6+2) or
Battleaxe/Warhammer: +2(1d8+3) or
Heavy Pick: +2(1d6+3) or
Throw Anything:range 10 +2(1d4-1d8 by size+2)
Splash Weapon:range 10 +3(1d6 energy)
AC:15 10+2(dex)+3(wis) +4(vs giants)
4/level +1 FC
0Perception:7----- 1+3+3 +2(stonecunning)
0Sense Motive:7----- 1+3+3
Monk:Stunning Fist, Imp Unarmed Strike
1:Throw Anything(+1 atk w/ splash weap)
Don't Have Yet!
Str:14 L:58 lbs. or less M:59–116 lbs. H:117–175 lbs.
Race Stuff/Traits/Favored Class:
Fortified: 1/day get %20 fortification against crit or sneak attack
Iron Liver: +2 saves vs poison/drugs, +4 vs Alcohol
Favored Class:1 skill Rank
+2 Constitution, +2 Wisdom, –2 Charisma: Dwarves are both tough and wise, but also a bit gruff.
Medium: Dwarves are Medium creatures and have no bonuses or penalties due to their size.
Slow and Steady: Dwarves have a base speed of 20 feet, but their speed is never modified by armor or encumbrance.
Darkvision: Dwarves can see in the dark up to 60 feet. (see darkvision).
Defensive Training: Dwarves get a +4 dodge bonus to AC against monsters of the giant subtype.
Craftsman: Dwarves are known for their superior craftsmanship when it comes to metal and stone works. Dwarves with this racial trait receive a +2 racial bonus on all Craft or Profession checks that create objects from metal or stone.
Hatred: Dwarves receive a +1 bonus on attack rolls against humanoid creatures of the orc and goblinoid subtypes due to special training against these hated foes.
Hardy: Dwarves receive a +2 racial bonus on saving throws against poison, spells, and spell-like abilities.
Relentless: Dwarves are skilled at pushing their way through a battlefield, tossing aside lesser foes with ease. Dwarves with this racial trait receive a +2 bonus on Combat Maneuver checks made to bull rush or overrun an opponent. This bonus only applies while both the dwarf and his opponent are standing on the ground.
Stonecunning: Dwarves receive a +2 bonus on Perception checks to potentially notice unusual stonework, such as traps and hidden doors located in stone walls or floors. They receive a check to notice such features whenever they pass within 10 feet of them, whether or not they are actively looking.
Weapon Familiarity: Dwarves are proficient with battleaxes, heavy picks, and warhammers, and treat any weapon with the word “dwarven” in its name as a martial weapon.
Stunning Fist: 1/day DC:13
Wuse Guy grew up a pariah. He was the child of a union between his dwarven mother and a traveling salesman from the Tien Region. His father was an bum and left his mother before he reached the age of 10. She still loves him so and kept her son named after him despite the painful memories it stirs in her.
His childhood was full of abuse from his peers because of his looks. He had slanted eyes strange colored skin and was very skinny for a dwarf(still plenty bulky). All markers of his Tien(Asian) heritage. The boys and girls would beat him up and call him names. The worst name calling was a perversion of his proud Tein name. They would shout "wussy guy, wussy guy, wussy guy can't hurt a fly."
Like most of those who were physically tormented in their youth Wuse toughened up brilliantly. Mentally he was still a wreak however. Constant teasing about his looks and his name forced him to pick up drinking at an early age(even for a dwarf.) His mother died when he was 69 furthering his depression and sending him on a 20 year drinking binge that lead to him coming out of a blackout as a new recruit in a fighting monastery. Oh crap he thought upon finding himself lined up with the other recruits, what the hell did I get myself into this time.
To his relief he later found out that he had met his master in a bar the week before. There he had challenged him to a drinking contest as he often did to complete strangers who he thought looked different. Neither him nor his master knows who won but sometime during the drunken debauchery the subject of fighting came up, and Wuse Guy convinced his master to teach him.
He trained for 20 years learning the secrets of drunken style fighting.
Wuse is dressed a lot like my good friends Brad Wong from the Dead or Alive games. Except, of course that he is dwarf sized. Well, relativly dwarf sized. He was always tall and skinny for a dwarf, obvious markers of his parentage. And that his head looks like my avatar.
The only image I can find of the proper outfit is in this review. Wuse Guy's Outfit. He's wearing that, but much dirtier and with a worn backpack with a large "water"skin attached to each side.
Wuse Guy sits in the most popular bar in his home town. He eyes the crowd looking for someone he knows from his childhood. There across the bar at a table is a group of three of them. Three of the people who tormented him in his childhood. He spins in his barstool making sure his face is in plain sight of them. It's not long before they notice him, point, start laughing, and head over to the obviously inebriated Wuse Guy.
"Hey slanty eyes, long time no see. Or can you even see with those small slits of eyes"
O i cansh shee just fine buddy, and my eysh show me three shtumpy dwarfs talking to their bhetter.
Laughs all around as the crew of three continue prodding their target. The second dwarf pokes Wuse in the belly a couple of times.
"Still a skinny little weakling huh. Doesn't your mother feed you boy. Oh wait I forgot she died from the sorrow of loosing that Tien trash father of yours."
Again the group erupts into laughter and yet again Wuse just smiles knowing the best insult is yet to come and savoring the rage he knows it will induce in his drunken mind.
Damn shtraight my father was an ash.His face turns serious and sober. But don't you ever talk about my mother like that!
More laughs from the tormentors as Wuse readies himself for the final torment he remembers vividly from his youth. The third says...
"Looks at that guys looks like our little wussy guy has a bit of a bark."
He laughs maniacally as he beats the tar out of the second as the first tries to run away. He runs after him pulling a chair out from under another patron and flipping a table full of beer(after grabbing one for himself of course) He smashes the chair over the first's back knocking him to the ground. All hell breaks loose as 100 dwarves see gallons of beer spill onto the ground. 1 hour later Wuse is thrown out a window. He stumbles up brushes the glass off his clothes and says.
Well, that was fun. One down 999 to go