Arrak, the Wolf of Tharag Thule's page

Male Human(civilized) barbarian ( Invulnerable Rager/Drunken Brute)1
N Medium Humanoid (Human)
Black Hair, Green eyes
Age: 24
Init +2; Senses Perception +7
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DEFENSE
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AC 16(17), touch 12, flat-footed 14(15)(+4 armor, +2dex, +1 shield)
hp21(1d12+4+5)
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +3
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OFFENSE
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Speed 40 ft.

Melee
Greataxe: +5
Damage: 1d12+5

Spiked Gauntlet: +5
Damage: 1d3+3

Morning Star: +5
Damage: 1d8+3

Ranged
Javelin: +3
Damage: 1d6+3
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STATISTICS
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Str: 16, Dex: 14, Con: 16, Int: 10, Wis: 14, Cha: 08
Base Atk +1; CMB +0; CMD 10
Traits:
Drawbacks:
Feats:
1- Hero's luck, Endurance, Diehard, extra rage

Skills (points; 4 class, 0 INT +1 culture)
Perception: 1
Acrobatics: 1
Survival: 1
Intimidate: 1
Climb: 1
ACP -4

*ACP applies to these skills
Non-Standard Skill Bonuses

Languages Tharag Thulan, Lamuran, Khaziztani

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Rage: 14/day

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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Carrying Capacity
Light 0-33 lb. Medium 34-67 lb. Heavy 68-100 lb.
Current Load Carried 0 lb.

Arms and Armor: Chain shirt, Spiked Gauntlet, GreatAxe, Morning Star, Quickdraw Steel Shield, Throwing spears(javelin)(5)

Misc Items: Waterskin x2, 150ft rope

Money 0 GP 0 SP 0 CP

Arrak had always been different from his tribe. Since the day of his birth he had always been smaller, considered weaker. Even his hair marked him as different, it was jet black, in stark contrast to the golden locks of the tribe. He had been, tolerated. No matter what feats of strength he achieved, equal to that of any other in the tribe, he was mocked and ridiculed. One day, another lad in the village pushed him to far. Arrak flew into a rage and beat the other down, finally ripping the lad's throat out with his bare hands. He was offered one of two choices, exile, or trial by combat with the tribe's leader. Only at the age of 16, he had no way of winning, and he had desired to leave for a long time. He left, taking nothing but the wolf skin he had gained on his first hunt and the customary dagger the tribe gives to any exile. The dagger wasn't much good for hunting. However, Arrak managed to overcome that urge, his hatred and need to prove his strength driving him onward.

Arrak made it to the deserts of Khazistan before succumbing to heat, exhaustion, and hunger. He was saved by a traveling caravan and taken to Zul-Bazzir. There he was used by his savior Jiana, as a servant to "pay off" the debt of his life. He was also taught some of the more "civilized" ways. His bulk and size was always larger and taller than the others in the city however, and eventually his strength and skill at arms caused him to stand out. He eventually managed to gain his freedom by fighting in arenas where he learned to make use of the heavy armor of the civilized land. However, he always kept his wolf skin strapped over his right Shoulder, and his many underdog victories gave him the name of The Wolf of Thule. He works now as a mercenary and continues to wander at the marvels of the civilized world. However, he would lie if there were days that he didn't miss the simple life the tribes lived. The cold wind on his face. While he has grown accustomed to the desert air, he still loves the cold breeze of the north. He actually keeps in touch of Jiana, and often does work for her.

Arrak is, in most regards, a man of simple pleasures. His love of battle is equal to that of any warrior of the north, and his skills are only improving. He has grown to enjoy the... pleasures... offered in the cities, and that requires money, money he gets, by doing what he enjoys. Fighting. Other than mercenary work, he fights in wrestling matches, public brawls or other sorts. '