
Full Name |
Cruikshanks, crookshanks, or That ugly tiefling |
Race |
Tiefling (Hiver) |
Classes/Levels |
12 FTR/ F 14 R 11 W 7/ HP 130/ AC:29 T 17 FF 24/ |
Homepage URL |
Stats |
Strength |
20 |
Dexterity |
18 |
Constitution |
16 |
Intelligence |
12 |
Wisdom |
10 |
Charisma |
11 |
About Cruikshanks
Crookshanks grew up in the center of the Hive, one of the many orphans scurrying along the narrow tenement streets of that chaotic ward of Sigil. Like most Hiver orphans he grew up quick and hard, learning the value of a green and how to acquire them.
He began with a bit of cully bashing and jink dipping, but as he grew he became more obvious and less able to sneak up on the wary Hivers in his neighborhood. He switched to amateur pit fighting, winning several purses (and several scars) in some of the minor-league matches held in squalid basements of Marble District taverns.
His first lucky break was meeting Grelish, an old fighter who offered to pay Crookshank in training for various errands. Grelish was an old adventurer and a veteran of the Baatorian Foreign Legion. He gave Crookshank his first formal training.
Crookshanks is a dedicated Xaos boy. He often dresses up in typical street namer garb when not actively fighting.
Crookshanks is a big man. Over six feet tall and very wide, he looks as if his ancestry is a mixture of demonic and Orcish. He is extensively scarred and tattooed. He sports tusks, and a crown of eight black horns spaced along the rim of his skull. His skin is a reptilian-looking scale with red and green patterning, and his feet resemble something raptor or dinosaurian in shape. The only pleasant thing in his physical makeup is his eyes. Large and luminous, with iridescent lavender irises, they look as out of place as two pearls in a dung heap.