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Kahel Stormbender wrote:

Doyouthinkhesaurus Rex: What the heavy armor wearing, dex tanking, melee combat monster type character shouts at the rogue after rolling a negative number on the stealth check.

Otherwise known as Sir Clanks-a-Lot of the Full Plate Stealth Check.

I'd say that comment offends me. However I do seem to be rather unusual in that I can walk quietly (usually) while wearing a breastplate.

1. Why are you a Pathfinder?

To be honest, they saved my life. If it hadn't of been for a group of pathfinders I'd be as dead as the rest of my family.

2. Do you have a name and surname that is not ripped straight out of existing Earth mythology or popular culture?

Never heard of those kingdoms. Names Collin Overdale. That's cause I lived over the dale from the nearest village. There were eight Collins who lived there, by the way. Collin Cooper, Collin Collinson, Collin the tavern owner (father of Collinson), Collin Smithson, Collin the Unlucky, Sherif Collin, Collin the candlemaker, and myself.

3. Which nation did you grow up in? How did this nation influence you?

Does it matter? I grew up in a small farming community. The nearby village didn't even have a name. Think the land changed rulers three or for times since the bandit raid that killed my parents. Ether way, when you live out in the sticks, who you pay taxes to means less then if you can get a good harvest.

4. What do you look like? What are your wearing? How does this vary when you’re stalking through forests, sewers, deserts or in glittering cities?

Nothing special. Got broad shoulders, but that tends to happen when you spend hours marching in heavy armor and swinging a scythe. I'm not particularly tall or short. Other then my build I wouldn't stand out in a crowd. Probably. I do tend to wear cloths made for function rather then style though.

5. What do you love? (Treasure and experience doesn’t count)

Not much these days. The people I cared about most are gone. I've dedicated myself to being a Pathfinder, but that's more a duty then a desire. I don't care much about history or discovering long forgotten relics and lore. I do this because it matters. Because as a pathfinder, I can go where I'm needed and help people. Of course, the pay doesn't hurt either.

6. What do you hate? (Unclear and irritating darkness level rules don’t count)

Bandits. Well, undead too I suppose. Skeletons and zombies are annoying to fight. But even worse, if you see them there's always someone or something making them.

7. Which other Pathfinders (PCs) do you rely on for teamwork, survival and butt-kicking? Do you have a bro? a mentor? a father figure? maybe a rival?

I haven't been in the field long. Although if your asking about a mentor, I suppose Sargent Eric Stoutshield would count. He taught me everything I know about combat. There's also this odd kobold I've come across a few times. Can never get his name right, so I call him Kenny. He's taught me a thing or ten about traps. I hadn't known the Pathfinder Society accepted kobolds. They don't, do they?

8. How does your race influence your views? Are you a stereotype of a certain race? How are you different from most humans/elves/gnomes/orcs/tengu?

You know, I don't rightly know how to answer this one. In my experience, a person's a person. Unless they're a bandit. Then they're scum.

9. What are you afraid of? Do you have any phobias or worries?

That I'm not good enough. Not fast enough or strong enough to protect anyone. I still have nightmares about that night. I've trained hard, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Yet I'm always worried that it wont be enough. That when I head out there, I'll let people down and others will die. I'm not scared of my own death you see, but that others will die because I wasn't good enough to save them.

10. What is your most treasured possession?

My life and friends. What, you thought I'd say something about my armor or weapons? Sargent Stoutshield would have my ears if I'd thought that way. You care for your tools, but in the end they're replaceable. Might be valuable, but still replaceable. But friends are priceless, and you only get one life. Well, most of us only get one life. I hear tales of pathfinders who've been to the Boneyard and back multiple times.