Alaric McLeod's page

Even close companions of Alaric's seldom see his face, as it is so often hidden beneath a cowl or hood. Only his piercing green eyes, glowing like eldritch embers, are visible within its shadows. He is a severe-looking young man, handsome in the manner of a well-made sword or saddle who affects an atmosphere of austere determination.

Alaric is not one to mince words, speaking bluntly and matter-of-factly when he deigns to speak at all. He seems to lack either the ability, or perhaps, the desire to interact with other people. He prefers to play the part of the loner rather than let himself get close to anyone, and the solitude necessitated by this choice suits Prescott just fine.

Alaric's past is largely a mystery even to himself. . He was begat from a tryst between a blue-blooded noblewoman who he never knew and a "poorly bred" stablehand. Conceived in shame, Alaric's mother struggled only briefly with the decision to discard him and so his youth was spent in a series of boarding houses and back alleys. Scuffling and scavenging to stay alive, Alaric learned at an early age that the only person he could depend upon was himself. After many wasted years in Absalom's slums, he jumped at the first opportunity to leave, joining a security detail for a provincial merchant's caravan. His skill with the bow manifest quickly thereafter and Alaric never wanted for work once word of that talent spread. It didn't take long before he began to seek new ways to expand his martial prowess. The unbridled powers of the arcane seemed like a good place to start that expansion...

Arcane Pool 4/4, Canny Defense, Spellstrike

• Level One - Weapon Focus (Dueling Sword), Weapon Finesse, Slashing Grace
• Level Three - Combat Reflexes

[b]Combat Gear: Aldori Dueling Sword, Silver dagger, Silken Ceremonial Armor +1, Wand of Shield, Pearl of Power (lvl 1), Lt. Crossbow w/ 30 bolts
Other Gear: Bedroll and a backpack containing:

• winter blanket
• 5 days worth of trail rations
• 1124 gold pieces, 5 silver pieces