
| Full Name |
Daribaldi |
| Race |
Human-Garundi |
| Classes/Levels |
Rogue 1: Scout/Pirate |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
29 |
| Alignment |
Neutral |
| Deity |
Besmara |
| Languages |
Common |
| Strength |
17 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
14 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Daribaldi
Feats: Sea Legs, Sap Adept, Bludgeoner
Traits: Besmara's Blessing, Vessel Between, Strong Arm-Supple Wrist
Skills: All rank 1
Acrobatics +8, Escape Artist +6, Intimidate +3, Knowlege Local +4
Perception +7, Profession Sailor +7, Sleight of Hand +6, Swim +9
Weapons: Club, +3/1d6+3, Morningstar, +3/1d8+3, 2-Brass Knife, +3/1d4+3, Sling w/10 bullets, +2/1d4+3
AC 14, Leather Armor
Equipment: Slayers Kit
Gold 191, Silver 9
Born at sea during a storm, Daribaldi was said to be blessed by Besmara, and for a time he was... You wouldn't know it to look at him of late though. He has been left behind in the latest port by a series of captains, coming to rest in Port Peril. Despite his skills at sea, quality captains have repeatedly refused him service. He claims not to know why. Though many can see that his sometimes angry and unpleasant personality is probably part of the cause, few are brave enough to comment on it to his face.
A local crew of bashers took note of his skill with a well placed club to the back of the head and brought him on to help them to fill the crew requirements of captains that most are less than thrilled to sail with. While he found it funny that he was forcing unwilling men to sea while he was unable to go himself, he at least had silver in his pouch and rum to fill his belly. After filling the last few spots for a small time captain, he was taking his ease at tavern, the Formidibly Maid when the night became a blur and he awoke at sea!