About Charles Trope
Charles Trope
NG Male Human
Fighter 2/Champion 1
Speed: 20ft.
Init: +3 Senses: +1
Languages: Common
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AC: 18 (+1 Dex, +7 Armor)
HP: 27 (1d10+5+2+4+6) (Dead at -42) (I basically have 60 HP)
Saves: Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +2
DA: Hard to Kill, Bravery +1
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Bab: +2
Melee: Greatsword + 8 (2d6+6)(19-20 x2)
Power atk: +7 (2d6+10)
SA: Champion Strike (Sudden Attack)
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Str: 18, Dex: 12, Con: 14, Int: 10, Wis: 12, Cha: 11
CMB: +6, CMD: 17
Skills: Climb: +4(9-5), Swim: +4(9-5)
Feats(3): Weapon Focus (Greatsword), Power Attack, Cleave(b), Power Attack(mythic), Improved Sunder(b)
SQ: Furious Rage, Mythic Power (Strength)(4/6), To the death
Traits: Reactionary, Indominable Faith
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Posessions: Mwk Greatsword, Mwk Banded Mail, Potion of Cure Light Wounds x2, +1 ghost touch longsword
Bio:
Charles was your pretty run of the mill kid. He ran with other children causing mischief and aggravating elders. But, when he grew up enough to understand that other people are real people with real emotions, he stopped.
A night when two drunken thugs tried to force on his older sister was what defined his existence. He was 14 at the time. He attacked one with a club and got beaten to near unconsciousness for it. Then, while he was lying on the ground, his sister's screams of protest echoing in his ears, crying through his teeth, because he felt so weak an useless, a strange strength came over him. He got up and with a single punch felled one of the thugs. His head hit the ground with such force that the sound of his neck snapping could be heard clearly. The other thug, enraged at this attacked the boy with a dagger. He hit, and it hurt, but Charles didn't even feel impeded. He proceeded to beat the thug to a pulp, stopping only when the city guard pulled him off the man.
He spent days trying to understand what has befallen him, but after finding no answers, he decided that it doesn't matter. He didn't care what has happened as long as he could protect his sister. That was all that mattered to him. When he grew older, that desire grew to encompass the weak, and he joined a fighter's academy and graduated with flying colors.
His source of mythic power is his devotion to protection of his sister and protection of weak and innocent people. He feels that as long as there are oppressed people in the world he must not falter.
Charles is an easy-going fellow, fond of drink and song (his singing voice is terrible), and if somebody befriends him, he or she has gotten a loyal friend for life.
