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About Ascan Agilolf

HP 4 AC 15 CMD 14 Initiative +3
Skills: Survival +4, Stealth +7, Knowledge Nature +4
Offense Flawed -2 Short bow: -3 attack, damage 1d6 crit X3 range 60ft

Gear Leather Armor, 30lb pack, Flawed -2 Shortbow

Traits: Outcast: Driven from town after town because of your heritage, you have become adept at living apart from others. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Survival skill checks, and Survival is always a class skill for you. Hunter's Knack:When you watch and wait before attacking, your strike is true. You gain a +1 trait bonus on attack rolls against your favored enemies when you make such attacks as part of a readied action.

Physical Description: Ascan stands 5'11" and weighs approximately 195lbs. Black shoulder length hair tied back. His skin is a very pale green hinting at his Orc heritage and deep hazel eyes that he gained from his mother. Lower teeth pertrude only slightly from his closed mouth.

Personality: Ascan is a young and quiet man who understands the value of hard work and silence. He is gruff and straight forward when he does speak but has a tendency to wilt in the face of authority. He is a man who is trying to prove his own self worth the only ways he truly knows how, through back breaking labor and attention to detail.

Back Story: Ascan was raised by his father Reinholf and his older sister Esca. Reinholf was a gruff and unforgiving man long before his wife died. One day while collecting furs from his traps he approaches the clearing to his home to the sound of screams and the smell of smoke. So he did what any sensible man would do. He ran. Hard. He ran to his nearest neighbors rallying a force to drive the raiders off, hopefully before it was to late for his dear wife. When the woodsmen gathered together they were able to drive the raiders off but after seeing that they were Orcs Reinholf feared the worst. He found his wife bruised, bloody but still breathing and his little girl hiding in the pantry. They rebuilt and after a month found the blessing that his wife was pregnant. When the 9 months had past he felt as if his life had just shattered. His wife whom he had loved with all his heart had died in the birth, and the child...no, the spawn was a mewling green skinned thing. Reinholf was destroyed but he was nothing if not pragmatic. This thing, this Ascan, the name his wife had given it would earn itself in blood and sweat when it came of age. He berated and worked the child as soon as it could walk and speak leaving Esca to care for it. When it could work it did but this didn't change the rage he felt against it.
Ascan My father was a cruel and cold man and a drunk. But he did teach me a few things. He taught me how to track as well as any man, how to set your snares and how to move in for the shot. I gave him my blood and my sweat and my tears...but it was never enough. Only Esca seemed to care for me. I did it for her you know... As we grew older and came of age he would get drunk and say, "Oh, my dear Esca! How beautiful you are! How much like your mother you look..." I knew it was wrong, but truthfully there was no one to tell, or at least no one that would do anything about it. I just couldn't sit by anymore...I COULDN'T!!! So I crept to his bed side, he taught me how to move sooo silently. And I gently rolled his drunken filth from Esca's form. Now that I think about it I think she saw me, just to damaged to do anything I guess. So I pull out Dad's skinning knife, take a deep breath and...well a man isn't so different from any other animal, you know? Esca couldn't even scream, she just stared at me in shock. And so I left, that night with nothing on me but my father's blood on my hands. And so here I am thinking how it all could have been different, if I were my father's son...