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81 posts. Alias of CaptainFord.


Full Name

Colt Radmin Warwick

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Oracle 9| HP 80/80 | AC 20 T 12 FF 13 | F +3 R +5 W +2 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | Init +3 Perc +6

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

22

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Deity

Cayden Cailean

Languages

Common

Occupation

Noble Son, Monster Hunter

Strength 12
Dexterity 16
Constitution 13
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 15
Charisma 8

About Colt R. Warwick

"Damn, I'm good."

Colt's Crunch:
Male Human Ranger 1 (Falconer/Trapper/Wild Hunter)
CG Medium Humanoid (Human)

Init +3; Perception +6
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Defense
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AC 16 Touch 13 Flat-footed 13
HP 12/12
Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +2
Favored Class Ranger (+1 HP)
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Handaxe +2 (1d6+1/x3)
Ranged Longbow +4 (1d8/x3) 100'

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Statistics
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Str 12, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +2 CMD 15
Feats Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot
Traits Beast Bond, Disease Resistant, Monster Hunter (campaign)
Skills 7/level (7 total)
(1) Climb +5
(1) Disable Device +8
(1) Handle Animal +4
(1) Kn. Dungeoneering +4
(1) Perception +6
(1) Stealth +7
(1) Survival +6
Languages Common
SQ Animal Focus (1 min/day), Track, Feathered Companion, Trapfinding (+1)

Combat Gear Studded Leather, Handaxe, Longbow w/ 30 arrows
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Equipment
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Beartrap
Backpack
-Bedroll
-Flint & steel
-Trail Rations (5 days)
-Torches (5)
-Waterskin

Rumi Crunch:
Male Neutral Bird (Hawk), Level 1, Init 2, HP 9/9, Speed 10', Fly 80' (average)
AC 14, Touch 13, Flat-footed 12, CMD 12, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 2, CMB +0, Base Attack Bonus +1
Bite +4 (1d4, x2)
2 Talons +4 (1d4, x2)
Abilities Str 10, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 6
Feats[B] Weapon Finesse
[B]Tricks
Attack, Come, Distract, Down, Fetch, Seek, Stay
Skills Fly (1) +8, Perception (1) +6
Condition None
Equipment None

History:
House Warwick has been an institution of the Magnimar elite for generations now. Renowned for their wealth, their dedication to the arts, and a penchant for documentation of history and magic, combining it with their mercantile connections to create a well oiled financial juggernaut. If you're born to House Warwick, you can expect the best education, the best influences, a favorable reputation, and the most esteemed connections to be found in Magnimar.

Coltrane Radmin Warwick (or just "Colt", as he often insists) undeniably received all of that and more... but it just never stuck with him. He lacked the aptitude for book learning, not that he could grasp arcane concepts to begin with, though he did at least figure out how to "break" magic once it was set in place. He found money matters dull and unengaging, a repetitive mess of looking at papers, constantly trying to figure out why nobody could write things uniformly, much preferring the rigid consistency of engineering. He wasn't shoddy with a blade, but he found he was much better with a bow (much to the relief of his parents... at least he picked up SOMETHING from his lessons). Luckily for his parents, Colt was the youngest of 4 siblings, two older brothers and a big sister, so it wasn't like the family's future was riding on Colt to learn these concepts, which freed him up to pursue something nobody in the family had done for years: falconry. House Warwick was once renowned for their skill at handling the birds, so much that the family crest still bears the head of a proud falcon on it, but as generations passed, they moved from hunting with the birds to simply training them for others, and finally letting it alone for more profitable pursuits. Colt proved to be a natural at the skill, training a number of the birds for other members of Magnimar's elite to have, often for hunting parties.

But Colt loved his birds, his most prized being a young, light brown falcon he personally raised from hatching, named Rumi. And even more surprising, he proved to be an apt hunter, regularly volunteering to track down threats that the local watch couldn't spare men for. At first, it was hunting down feral dogs harassing locals in the slums, then bears troubling nearby farmers, until he was actually tracking down dangerous criminals for the city guard. His parents didn't care much for his cavalier choice in activities, but it kept him busy and lent the family a favorable reputation. The guard captains regularly began asking Colt to venture out to address monster threats posed to local communities when men were short or a more dedicated specialist was required. It's on these outings that Colt is at his happiest. No having to rub elbows with high profile names, no lessons to attend, no questions about when he was going to "find a proper wife and settle down?" He can prove that he is not just the trumped up son of a wealthy merchant. That he isn't some spoiled brat playing at being a hunter. Every target he brings down is just further proof that even if he wasn't a noble's kid, he'd still be on top... and that gives him a good rush.

Lately, Sheriff Hemlock in Sandpoint has been requesting a bit more manpower to help secure the town. Reports of strange creatures had been on the rise, and with the upcoming Swallowtail Festival to unveil the new Sandpoint Cathedral fast approaching, the sheriff asked for a bit more muscle to keep things orderly. The guard captains have requested Colt's aid once again, asking that he ascertain whether the reports bore any merit, and if they do, is the danger great enough to dispatch a detachment of guards to help secure the town. Colt set out immediately, all too eager to get some time away after a recent spat with his father... and hey, the fact there's be a festival to enjoy is a big bonus!

Personality:
Colt is a good hearted young man, but a bit blunt when it comes to social matters. He's largely aware of how high society is supposed to conduct itself, with a lot of fluff and decorum, but he finds such behavior to be more exhausting than any hunt he's ever been on. What to say, when to say it, how to phrase it, interjections and manners and fake apologies and a complete lack of self-awareness, it's an absolute mess of rules and details that, by the end of it all, accomplishes absolutely nothing! It's a shame too, because with his rugged good looks, he's had a number of ladies trying to catch his eye back in Magnimar, but so far, he's not bitten, much to the consternation of his parents. Colt isn't oblivious to the come-ons, but when it comes to reciprocating or trying to match the fancy language, he just falls apart. He's oblique, but not crass, much preferring to lay things out simply and straightforward. Colt's lack of social graces has been a thorn in his father's side for years, and has been a source of tension between the pair for as long as Colt can recall. He has a much better relationship with his mother, sister (Arylia), and two brothers (Kaylenn and Harved), with his sister being the most understanding. As an acolyte of Shelyn, she has been patient and understanding of Colt's strengths and what he opposes. His older brothers regularly tease him for his lack of posterity, but often brag about how their "baby brother" may not be able to handle a legerdemain, but if any of their live cargo gets loose, they know it will get brought back safe and sound.

Colt prefers hunting to mercantile pursuits for one simple reason: it's proof. As the youngest of four, not much was expected out of him, and hunting is the evidence that shows that, even if everything is stripped from him, he could still rise to the top where he belongs. He is an alpha of the pack, and is constantly striving to prove himself resilient and reliable. Colt hopes that, perhaps one day, if he brings back a trophy big enough, his father will finally come around to his way of thinking and let him be. Until then, Colt continues to push himself to take down ever more daring targets. For all his lack of grace with other people, Colt has a remarkable affinity for animals, especially birds, as evidenced by his faithful partner, a falcon named Rumi. Rumi holds a special place in Colt's heart, having hatched and raised her by hand personally. Rumi is never far from Colt's side, and he often strokes her in times of stress to help him calm down and collect his thoughts.

Colt is patient and willing to wait out enemies if it means getting the upper hand. He does far better when he has time to prepare and plan for an attack, usually fumbling when it comes time to doing things on the fly. Normally, Colt lets insults roll of his back, but implying that he is incapable because of his noble upbringing or belittling his skill quickly gets him in a brawling mood. Attacking Rumi unprovoked is also a good way to get him in a foul temperament. Despite his strained relations with his dad, Colt still cares deeply for his family, and anything that could threaten them is enough to spur him into action. Usually with profanity laden yelling to accompany it.