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About Declan Corvus

Male Eldritch Archer 3 CG

height: 5'11"
weight: 165 lbs
eyes: Blue
hair: Dark Brown
age: 26

Appearance:
Lanky and swarthy, Declan cuts a suave figure. He walks with confidence and assuredness, though a sense of secrecy and self preservation pervades his mien. He wears tight leathers tied around his torso, though looser areas allow free movement of his limbs. He keeps a gaiter pulled up over his face most of the time, except when among with those he trusts most.

Declan keeps himself clean shaven. His dark brown hair is cut medium length, and left to fall in a mussed style. He performs minimal maintenance to tame it. He doesn't show the wear of someone who works with their hands. His piercing blue eyes smolder over his gaiter when he's wearing it. When it's down, they betray a sense of vulnerability. Except when around Sky.

His bow and quiver are always close to hand. He carries an elegantly forged sword at his hip, and a heavily modified lute hangs on his back.

Background:
Declan's parents weren't of Lyrandar,but they worked for the House. Declan never really knew what they did, just that they were considered nobles, even if they didn't sport the name. The high life was a comfortable one in Stormhome, even if it came with baggage.

Declan's parents had plans for all of their children. Strategic marriages within the Lyrandar bloodline would only further their prestige. Declan's older brother Tomas married one, and seemed happy enough, though it was highly suspected he took a different mistress every week. His younger sister Shareen was betrothed pretty quickly to a Lyrandar noble thrice her age. She made it very well known how much she hated the arrangement. As soon as Declan was old enough to understand it, he started to fight it.

Celeste von Lyrandar was a nice enough girl, just not his type at all. The forced playdates when they were growing up worked out just fine, but then again, it's hard to get an 8 year old to hate anybody. Once they started maturing into young adults, everything changed. Celeste had her own desires, which did not include Declan. That was fine by him. She had become shrill and conceited, and he didn't particularly care for that.

As soon as he had the chance, Declan started forging his own path. His parents had connections in Stormhome, so he had to play the long game. He insisted on getting an education, presumably to then get employment. Tomas would take his parents' place, so Declan had to find his own future. Making the argument that he could work within the more arcane aspects of Lyrandar employment, he found a school of the arcane in Sharn that was under one of the Lyrandar umbrellas. He'd still be under their watch, but far enough away that he could start to figure things out.

Declan did well, even if his studies rapidly shifted away from elemetals, weather, and transport. He still attended the expected classes to keep up appearances, however. He found he had a knack for the arcane, spending long nights in the library studying dusty tomes. He was more interested in the more personal magics of adventurers. The glamorous stories of treasure seekers and the adventure they found was captivating.

Declan did graduate from the school, though his parents could not attend his graduation. They made an excuse of their work requiring them to be in Stormhome for the next month… whatever that meant. But that gave Declan his opportunity. Armed with some gumption and grit, he purchased a ticket for an airship ride on his parents' tab. He sent a message via Sivis post for his parents to expect him on that ship. Then, he just didn't get on.

Instead, Declan hopped on a caravan heading to Karrnath, using an alias. There was adventure in the northeast of the continent, he knew. And he wasn't disappointed. Over the next couple years, Declan established himself in Karrnath, specializing in retrieving treasures. If some mage needed an ancient chalice for reasons, he wouldn't ask questions. For the moment, it was all about the adventure, and keeping his room paid up in Atur.

But then he got an interesting offer. A trader offered a significant sum for an idol hidden deep within the Karrnwood. Unbeknownst to Declan, that job would be one of the most fateful of his life.

Religion: The Sovereign Host

Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial, Quor

CLASS: Eldritch Archer (Magus)
Str 14
Dex 18
Con 10
Int 16
Wis 8
Cha 12

SENSES Perception +7, low-light vision

DEFENSE
Silken Ceremonial Armor (reskinned as layered silks under his longcoat)
AC: 15
Touch: 14
FF: 13

CMD: 18

HP: 19 (1d8+Con 0/lvl)

SAVES
Fort: +3
Ref: +5
Will: +2
+2 vs enchantment
Immune to sleep

OFFENSE
Init: +4
Speed: 30'

Melee
MW Elven Thornblade +7 (1d6+2, 18-20) P/S
(Finesse, +2 to confirm critical hits)

Ranged
MW Comp +2 Longbow +7 (1d8+2, x3) 110' P
(+1 to confirm critical hits)

Arcane Pool: 5

BAB: +2 CMB: +6

Traits:
Arcane Student
City Defender

Feats:
Point Blank Shot
Precise Shot
Pool Ray

Skills: (5+2 bg/lvl, ACP -0 (MW Stud Leather))
Acrobatics +5
Know: Arcana +10
Know: Dungeoneering +7
Know: Planes +8
Ride +8
Spellcraft +10
Stealth +5

Worn equipment:
Silken Ceremonial Armor (+1,--,0,0%)
MW (Comp +2) Longbow (Bonded Object)
MW Elven Thornblade
Outfit, Burglar
MW "electric guitar" (Reskinned lute with minor illusion enchantment)
Belt Pouch
Spell Component Pouch
Waterskin
Backpack

Carried equipment:
Bedroll
Flint and Steel
Ink
Inkpen
Iron Pot
Mess kit
Soap
Trail Rations x5
Candle x2
Chalk
Hammer
Piton x4
Rope (silk)
Sack x2
Sunrod x3
Tindertwig x4
Everburning Torch
Arrow (Common) x20
Arrow (Barbed) x20
Arrow (Flight) x20
Potion of CLW x4
Potion of Mage Armor x2

Magic
Arcane Pool: 5
CL: 2
Caster type: arcane, prepared
Resist DC: 10+3+spl lvl
Concentration check: 1d20+3+CL
Spell failure chance (Silk armor): 0%
Spell lvl: 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Spells/day 4 3+1 ---+1 ---+1 --- --- --- --- --- ---

Spells Prepared
Level 0:
Dancing Lights
Acid Splash
Mage Hand
Detect Magic

Level 1:
Deadeye's Arrow
Mud Ball
Ray of Enfeeblement
Snowball