| Classes/Levels |
Unrogue HP:19 |AC: 17 | CMD:17 | Fort: +2 | Ref:+7| Will: +3 | Init:+6| perception +10 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
M |
| Age |
23 |
| Alignment |
NN |
| Languages |
common, elvish, celestial, gnomish, Sylvan |
| Strength |
12 |
| Dexterity |
18 |
| Constitution |
13 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
12 |
About Derick "Dart" Valindir
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Mythweavers character sheet Note, still slightly a Work in progress
Derick was a wanderer, always was ever since he left the Tunnel snakes, or, the street gang of orphans everyone detested in small city of Esparia at the age of 14 Constantly moving from place to place through the years forced him to survive both off of charity, including that he duped people out of, and thievery, which he was fairly good at. Although most of that was confined to pick pocketing or protection fees from drunk men at bars. Eventually he found his way to Kessen, a fairly decent sized town where he met old short change. It was like any day for Derick, he just sat about the inn, lifting a bit of change here, there, maybe a small item or two, but for some reason everytime he checked his bags, everything he had taken was gone. This kept up for a while until Derick finally managed to piece something together, he always lost his items AFTER the halfing waiter departed, this realization came to him as once again, the halfing walked away after speaking to him for a minute. Derick just stared bewildered at the halfing who turned and gave him a wink and jingled a bag of coins, a bag Derick had just previously picked up from a sleeping man. Later, when everyone has heading off to sleep, Derick spoke to the halfing.
Why didn't you report me if you knew? Derick asked,
Jimes merely smiled.
Cause then there wouldn't be any fun! besides, why would I report a kid merely doing what he has to to survive?
after a moments hesitation Jimes spoke up again, not seeing any forthcoming response from the young man.
tell ya what kid, you stay here with me, I'll teach ya my trade, in return, you do chores and run errands for me eh? much easier, and much more comfortable! lifestyle than stealing to get by isn't it?
Jimes then tossed the kid a bag of coins and gave him a wink. He motioned for Derick to follow, and he did. Derick was 17 at this time.
As time went on, Jimes showed Derick how to handle a violin, at least passably well and soon, at the age of 19, Derick earned himself his nick name. It was when a couple of men were making wagers on who the better knife thrower was in the bar, after 10s of minutes going back and forth derick walked up, took out two of his daggers, and bullsied both of the other mens hilts protruding from the wall, then turned half a step, drew and threw another, that hit dead center just as he had started walking away, he said over his shoulder.
don't worry about the money! I just wanted you two to hush, the other customers were complaining!
Derick smiled, and kept walking away the barter money the men had laid on the table jingling in his hand.
After a bit Jimes walks up and gives Derick, who is now quite taller than Jimes, a pat on the back saying. nice throwing, just like throwing darts... yeah, I like it. Nice throwing Dart!
Today derick works with the militia of the town as a scout an gatherer, as well as a performer in the inn playing a game of take and give with jimes. more than once Derick as returned a mans change, or pocket trinket stating he simple found it on the floor. The instances of these happenings are ever more increasing as time goes on.
