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5 posts. Alias of The Eldritch Mr. Shiny.


Full Name

Cletus Ricky-Tommy John-Boy Dickens III

Race

human

Classes/Levels

commoner 1

Gender

M

Size

M

Age

30

Alignment

N

Languages

Common, Necril, Aklo

Occupation

gravedigger

Strength 15
Dexterity 12
Constitution 14
Intelligence 20
Wisdom 10
Charisma 8

About Cletus Dickens

Game Stats:
Cletus Ricky-Tommy John-Boy Dickens III
N male human commoner 1
Init +1; Senses Perception +5

DEFENSE
AC 11 (+1 Dex)
HP 11 (1d6 + 2 Con + 3 Toughness)
Saves Fort +2; Ref +1; Will +0

OFFENSE
Speed 30/30 ft.
Space 5/5 ft.; Reach 5/5 ft.
Melee shovel [heavy mace] +2 (1d8+2; x2; B)
Melee dagger +2 (1d4+2; 19-20/x2; P/S)
Melee unarmed strike +2 (1d3+2; x2; B; nonlethal)
Ranged dagger +1 (1d4+2; 19-20/x2; P)
Special Attacks none

STATISTICS
Abilities Str 15, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 8
Base Atk +0 CMB +2 CMD 13
Feats Catch Off-Guard, Toughness, Simple Weapon Proficiency (dagger)*
Skills Knowledge (arcana) +6; Knowledge (local) +6; Knowledge (religion) +6; Linguistics +7; Perception +5; Profession (gravedigger) +4
Languages Common, Necril, Aklo
SQ none
Combat Gear shovel, dagger
Other Gear backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, candles (10), flint & steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), ink (1 vial), notebook, peasant’s outfit, quill pen, sacks (2), torches (2), waterproof bag, waterskin, 7 sp, 8 cp

Background:
An ugly, uncouth mountain of a man, Cletus is nevertheless possessed of an equally massive intellect. Raised in abject poverty, he took over the family business—digging graves for a few coppers a week—from his father at a young age, and his restless mind quickly became filled with questions about the nature of death and the soul. For the next decade and a half, Cletus pondered questions of the human soul by day as he worked his menial job, and in the evenings slowly taught himself to read, then write, and finally to understand the strange whispers emanating from the graves at night.

Appearance & Personality:
Age: 30 | Height: 6’3” | Weight: 225 lbs. | Eyes: gray | Hair: black | Skin: dirty

Given that his appearance is that of a hulking, brainless yokel, Cletus plays the role to a tee, deflecting awkward questions with an “aw, shucks,” or a few curse words, depending on the company, and performs admirably enough at his day job to deflect unwanted scrutiny. Behind the obfuscating stupidity, however, Cletus is shrewd, calculating, and patient, always looking for his next opportunity in pursuit of whatever forbidden knowledge can be attained with his limited means.