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===============Personality===============

Like any shoanti, Wrathadorand carries himself with cool confidence, trusting both in his own skill and the guidance of the spirits. Unlike most shoanti, Wrathadorand has a certain charismatic quality making him far more approachable than his tribal kin. Despite a natural gift for socializing, his status as a half- giant oft marks him as a loner, though he is never really alone. Haunted by visions of the spirit realms and those who reside there, he has always been distant with those who still have two feet firmly planted within the land of the living. He can come off as more aloof and spontaneous than his stoic brethren, but that is only because the spirits are fickle, often changing their minds without notice, and he follows where they lead. His calm and quiet personality stands in stark contrast to his appearance. He does not seek confrontation, but he does not shy away from battle or challenge.

===============Appearance===============

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Age: 41 | Height: 8'2" | Weight: 368 lbs. | Hair: Dark Brown| Eyes: Dark Blue

Wrathadorand is a shoanti of giant descent. His most notable feature are his dark blue eyes, which shoanti do not normally have. Brown hair hangs to his shoulder blades and he has a full, manicured, medium length beard. He has copper colored skin - a feature as much a gift from his shoanti heritage as it is from endless hours spent under the sun. His skin is crisscrossed with many battle scars, some from beasts, some from more intelligent foes, but he has somehow managed to acquire a collection of only what would generally be considered "attractive" scars - scars that make readily apparent his tale as a skilled and powerful warrior, but do not leave him disfigured or maimed. His copper skin is also covered in tribal tattoos, mostly on his arms and back, representing his Quah. He is, naturally, enormous, even for a shoanti, with broad shoulders, barrel chest, and heavy muscling. His clothing is of traditional shamanic styling: open toed leather sandals and loose-fitting flame-orange linen trousers under a simple, white sleeveless cotton robe of sorts that is often left open to bare his chest. He wears a large amount of jewelry and piercings for a warrior, mostly gold and onyx, each piece representing a different spirit or rite or ward against the undead. He wields a mighty earth breaker - the weapon of his people - but dons psionically forged plates for combat.

===============Story===============

Wrathadorand - born Bhornkild - is a giantkin shoanti of the Shriikirri-Quah. He had a typical shoanti childhood just trying to survive in the increasingly small territory left for them by the Chelaxians. Being gaintkin, Wrathadorand was naturally a boon to the quah, though he was rather intelligent and spiritual for such a fierce warrior, rarely quick to anger and communing regularly with the spirits.

On reaching adulthood he entered into an arranged marriage with with Aiyana, a human shaman who is the opposite of Wrathadorand in many ways - short, slight of build, and quick tempered. Aiyana was shoanti and had family within the quah, and more distant family in the other quah's, but she also had family that lived in Korvosa. Eight years ago the young couple welcomed twin girls, Alona and Wildcat, who took after their mother, into the world.

Having somewhat more charm than the average shoanti, and with his wife's connections in Korvosa, the quah sent Wrathadorand and his family to Korvosa to try and strengthen relations between the two peoples and Wrathadorand started traveling back and forth between the city and the barbarian lands, sometimes bringing his wife and daughters. He had been warned that the Korvosan's hated shoanti, but he personally found it a rare circumstance for anyone to be rude to his face.

It was on one such trip to Korvosa, Alona and Wildcat in tow, that the twins disappeared in the market. Gone without a trace, the only sure thing is that the kidnappers must have catastrophically bad decision making skills to anger the shoanti. It was all Wrathadorand could do to keep his immediate family from trying to tear apart the city looking for the girls, knowing panic would only make things worse, especially since they were not welcome in Korvosa to begin with, imploring them to trust in the spirits, even though he struggled to hide his own panic and uncertainty.

Tensions are high as some among the quah speak of needing more direct intervention from the shoanti, believing that the people of Korvosa simply do not care about the missing shoanti girls. Wrathadorand cannot help but notice the spirits have been unusually quite since Alona and Wildcat went missing and the leaves of the calendar continue to fall away ...

========== Backstory ==========
In the heart of the forbidding Branthlend Mountains where Brevoy, Numeria, and the River Kingdoms meet, where relentless winds sculpt the mountain sides, there rose the hobgoblin Roken Shock.

Roken's lineage was one steeped in the traditions of warfare. His sire was a decorated general who perished in battle, his name echoing with reverence in the great halls of the Granite Fortress, his clan's home. His mother was a master smith who forged weapons that sang songs of death on the battlefield. It was this lineage that shaped Roken into a living, breathing testament to the hobgoblin spirit of relentless determination and martial skill. From a tender age, Roken demonstrated a mind as sharp as the swords that hung in his mother's smithy. While other sprogs engaged in petty squabbles, Roken would immerse himself in the war tomes of old, absorbing the strategies of the legendary generals of yore. Under the strict guidance of his mother and the elders of his clan, he underwent grueling training regimes, his body adapting, growing stronger, faster, a manifestation of hobgoblin might.

At the age of twelve, a young age for his kind, Roken stood tall as he entered the merciless world of military leadership. He proved himself a natural tactician, his strategies weaving a deadly dance on the battlefield as his troops moved with a precision and discipline that was poetic in its deadly grace. Roken's name began to resonate with respect, echoing through the clan's halls as a hobgoblin who first followed as a soldier, then led as he quickly rose to the rank of captain. But Roken was not merely a soldier; he was a leader, a visionary whose heart beat with the fierce flame of ambition. His leadership bore the mark of honor and integrity. He uplifted the low, cared for the wounded, and nurtured the young

In the years that followed, Captain Shock also began to scribe a name for himself in political circles amongst his tribesmen. Years of battling the same ogre, troll, goblin, and hobgoblin tribes had dulled his desire for military conquest. He had sent countless loyal hobgoblins to their deaths to secure a baren mountaintop that would be lost by next spring. He could see the futility of continuing the conflicts, and he grew to resent the endless campaigns against his neighbors, the campaigns that more and more reminded him of the senseless, petty squabbling amongst his peers as a child. He saw a better way forward for hobgoblins: unity and cooperation.

On the barren Branthlend Mountains, dreams are fragile and easily shattered by the cold hammer of reality. His attempts to turn the tribe towards diplomacy were futile. Endless generations of hobgoblins had been born and bred to support the endless wars against their kin, and no one was interested in changing the status quo. And for Roken, the status quo did not appreciate his attempts at change. Captain Shock, once heralded as an ideal for hobgoblin children to aspire to, was quietly bundled off to the most remote and dead reaches of his clan's territory to be forgotten, but he was not willing to wait quietly by for a bugbear assassin to gut him in his sleep. On his exodus to the edge of his family's lands, he reached the border... and kept walking.

He landed in the sodden River Kingdoms, along the northeastern edge of the untamed lands that share a border with Brevoy. He quickly found a job of sorts that put his skills to good use. The near-feral folk of the River Kingdoms - mostly humans - had built small settlements that dotted the countryside. Their natural obstinance seemingly forbade them from greater organization, which left them vulnerable to bandits, mischievous fey, or even a more-intelligent-than-average bear. Roken was able to keep his belly full and good leather on his feet by training basic militia at these hardy little hamlets. A few spears and steady nerves - the latter of which the River folk had in abundance - would turn away most bandits and all but the hungriest bear without the need to actually shed any blood.

But just as he saw the futility in his kind's endless wars against each other, he saw also the futility in this false dream the humans of the River Kingdoms had in their far-flung settlements that hardly ever communicated with each other, never mind working together. As the fortunes of the settlers grew, so too would grow the fangs of the predators. With no form of central organization, the settlers were setting themselves up to be victims, perhaps even victims of his own people, should they deign to leave their mountain holds for more fertile lands. If he could not convince others to build his ideal, community-focused civilization, why not found his own? This thought was timely met with an invitation by a 'Swordlord', who's attention to him had been presumably drawn by his actions helping the settlers. It seems Roken Shock is not the only one who wishes to see the wildlands tamed.

===== "You will overcome this trial through discipline." =====

Roken Shock embodies the essence of a born leader, a visionary with an unyielding will and ambition. He harbors a deep respect for tradition and honor, guiding principles that shape his actions and decisions. His strategies in both war and governance are aimed towards unification.

Yet, beneath the hardened exterior of the military genius lies a heart that beats for his people, a leader who sees the potential for greatness in each individual, nurturing talent and fostering a spirit of unity, a guiding hand that leads not with fear and tyranny but with respect and understanding.

Despite his stern demeanor, Roken possesses a deep well of empathy, able to understand and relate to the pains and struggles of others. He is not blind to the sufferings of war and bears the weight of every life lost, every sacrifice. This burden has cultivated in him a wisdom that values peace above mindless conquest, a leader who seeks to forge alliances and foster understanding in a world fraught with conflict and mistrust.

Shock is not without his flaws, a visionary burdened with the heavy weight of expectation and the impatience borne from a desire to see his dreams realized. His determination can sometimes border on stubbornness, a refusal to bend even in the face of changing tides. Yet, it is this very unyielding nature, this iron-clad resolve that has seen him through countless trials, a steadfast rock against the stormy seas of a chaotic world.

In personal interactions, Roken can be surprisingly gentle and thoughtful, his ruby eyes capable of peering into the soul, understanding and relating on a deep, personal level. He is a mentor to the young, a confidant to his peers, and a wise counselor, a beacon of strength and wisdom in a fractured world, a leader forged in the heart of the Branthlend Mountains, a true embodiment of hobgoblin spirit and determination.

Captain Roken Shock stands at an imposing six and a half feet tall, tall for a human or hobgoblin with a trim, athletic physique from years of relentless training battle. His skin bears the deep blue-gray hue of his people, a canvas of life and battle where scars of honor decorate his flesh, each telling a story of valor and might. His eyes are deep pools of molten ruby, burning with an unyielding determination and the wisdom accrued from years of leadership and strategy. These are eyes that have seen the horrors of war yet harbor the warmth of a leader caring deeply for his people, a beacon of strength and guidance for his comrades.

Roken's face is stern and stoic, and, as all hobgoblins are, he is completely bald. His jaw is wide and flat, his equally wide mouth a cave of glistening teeth.

In attire, Shock prefers the practicality of an officer, his body adorned in a fine military uniform. He forgoes armor, preferring to rely on alchemy and a small buckler to protect him. The lack of visible armor on the battlefield often intimidates or lulls opponents in to a false sense of security, thinking him mad or easy prey, only for their blades to be broken on the dragon's scales hidden beneath his uniform. His weapons of choice are rapier and whip.

I still have a Pathbuilder statblock for him, though I'm not sure where the actual profile is, so I'll include the Pathbuilder statblock here. There's also a Mythweavers sheet Here

Captain Roken Shock Investigator 1

LN | Medium | Hobgoblin | Elfbane Hobgoblin | Humanoid
Perception +6; Darkvision
Languages None selected
Skills Acrobatics +5, Arcana +7, Athletics +3, Crafting +7, Intimidation +4, Lore: Warfare +7, Medicine +4, Nature +4, Occultism +7, Religion +4, Society +7, Stealth +5
Str +0, Dex +2, Con +1, Int +4, Wis +1, Cha +1
Items Unarmored, Alchemist's Tools, Backpack, Bedroll, Caltrops, Clothing (Explorer's), Formula Book (Blank), Grappling Hook, Healer's Tools, Rations (7), Rope (2), Flint and Steel, Waterskin (2), Signal Whistle, Buckler (Hardness 3, HP 6, BT 3)

AC 15 (+16 with shield raised); Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 17
Resist Elf Magic action_reaction_black.pngResist Elf Magic Trigger You attempt a saving throw against a magical effect but haven’t rolled yet. Your ancestral resistance to magic protects you. You gain a +1 circumstance bonus to the triggering saving throw. If the triggering effect is arcane, you gain a +2 circumstance bonus instead.
Clue In action_reaction_black.pngFrequency once per 10 minutes
Trigger Another creature attempts a check to investigate a lead you're pursuing. You share information with the triggering creature. They gain a circumstance bonus to their check equal to your circumstance bonus to checks investigating your subject from Pursue a Lead. The GM can add any relevant traits to this reaction depending on the situation, such as auditory and linguistic if you're conveying information verbally.

Speed 25 feet
Melee Dagger +5 (Agile, Finesse, Thrown 10 ft., Versatile S), Damage 1d4 P
Melee Rapier +5 (Deadly d8, Disarm, Finesse), Damage 1d6 P
Melee Whip +5 (Disarm, Finesse, Nonlethal, Reach, Trip), Damage 1d4 S
Battle Medicine action_single_black.png (General, Healing, Manipulate, Skill) Prerequisites trained in Medicine Requirements You are holding or wearing healer's tools. You can patch up yourself or an adjacent ally, even in combat. Attempt a Medicine check with the same DC as for Treat Wounds, and restore a corresponding amount of Hit Points; this does not remove the wounded condition. As with Treat Wounds, you can attempt checks against higher DCs if you have the minimum proficiency rank. The target is then temporarily immune to your Battle Medicine for 1 day.
Quick Tincture action_single_black.png (Investigator, Manipulate) Cost 1 versatile vial
Requirements You know the formula for the alchemical item you're creating, you are holding or wearing alchemist's tools, and you have a free hand.
You quickly brew up a short-lived tincture. You create a single alchemical elixir or tool of your level or lower without having to spend the normal monetary cost in alchemical reagents or needing to attempt a Crafting check. This item has the infused trait, but it remains potent only until the end of the current turn.
Devise a Stratagem action_single_black.png (Concentrate, Fortune, Investigator) Frequency once per round
You assess a foe's weaknesses in combat and use them to formulate a plan of attack against your enemy. Choose a creature you can see and roll a d20. If you Strike the chosen creature later this round, you must use the result of the roll you made to Devise a Stratagem for your Strike's attack roll instead of rolling. You make this substitution only for the first Strike you make against the creature this round, not any subsequent attacks.

When you make this substitution, you can also add your Intelligence modifier to your attack roll instead of your Strength or Dexterity modifier, provided your Strike uses an agile or finesse melee weapon, an agile or finesse unarmed attack, a ranged weapon (which must be agile or finesse if it's a melee weapon with the thrown trait), or a sap.

If you're aware that the creature you choose is the subject of a lead you're pursuing, you can use this ability as a free action.
Precision Damage Strategic Strike 1d6
Formula Book Cognitive Mutagen (Lesser), Acid Flask (Lesser), Antidote (Lesser), Silvertongue Mutagen (Lesser), Elixir of Life (Minor), Drakeheart Mutagen (Lesser), Bestial Mutagen (Lesser), Eagle Eye Elixir (Lesser), Smokestick (Lesser), Bottled Lightning (Lesser)
Additional Feats Alchemical Crafting, Alchemical Scholar, Elfbane Hobgoblin, Known Weaknesses
Additional Specials Methodology (Alchemical Sciences), On the Case, Pursue a Lead, Strategic Strike