Andrezi Arroway
Male LN Human Ranger (Urban Ranger Archetype), Level 1, Init 1, HP 12/12, Speed 30
AC 16, Touch 12, Flat-footed 14, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will 3, CMB +4, Base Attack Bonus 1
Greatsword +4 (2d6+4, 19-20/x2)
Dagger (2) +4/+3 (1d4+3, 19-20/x2)
Chainshirt (+4 Armor, +1 Dex)
Abilities Str 17, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 8
Feats Power Attack, Blind-Fight
Traits Conspiracy Hunter, Indomitable Faith
Proficient all simple, martial weapons, light, medium armor and shields
Backstory:
I'm an Arroway, my pop was a guard like his pop and his pop before him. And not just a tiefling-buster goon like me, he was an investigator, a real sharp tack if you catch my drift. I take after Ma's side, story was Grandma was a Shoanti. Ma could toss troublemakers outta the tavern two at a time, savy? Anyway, after Ma died Pop really threw himself into his work. Buried himself in it. I wouldn't see him for weeks towards the...the end. If you're on the guard you've heard stories of the Council, the real tough, unsolveable crimes, Council did it. So and so disappeared wi'out a trace, Council did it. Well, Pop seemed to think he was onto them. Some scrap of a parchment found in that warehouse fire down by the river a few months back. He wanted me and some "men I could trust" to meet him, but he never showed. A few days later, the Guard found his body in an alley. Almost burnt beyond recognizin', but he was still wearin' his weddin' ring. Over the course of the investigation, they find stolen goods in his house. Official word is HE was the guilty party, just using the Council as smoke to cover his illegal activities. That ain't my Pop. Not the man that raised me. A devout worshipper of the Gold-Fisted. Men he'd known for years turned their backs on his memory, but not me. I quit, lost my pension, but the only explanation is that Pop is right, there must be a Council, and he got too close. I don't have my pop's smarts, but maybe I can find something out. Get him the justice he deserves. Or die tryin'.
Physical description:
Tall, solidly built young man with close cropped brown hair and cool grey eyes. Carries himself like a city guardsman (one of the good ones), eyes looking for street ambush spots or suspicious persons. A large sword is slung across his back, and a dagger is worn at this belt, the hilt of another poking out of his boot. The weapons are well cared for. A worn brass key is hung by a leather thong around his neck. Occasionally he'll touch it, and before REALLY hairy situations, he'll kiss it.
Personality outline:
From a long line of guardsmen and devout worshippers of Abadar, particularly his cities and law portfolio. Well mannered and polite to citizens. But can show a tougher side to lowlifes (and tieflings). With his father's death, his eyes have been opend to some bad things about the city lately. While not a guard in name anymore, he still feels a great responsibility to the smallfolk of the city and his father's memory. He's determined to get to the bottom of this.
