Diran shadow's page

Skill
Acrobatics 8
Appraise 0
Bluff 9
Climb 5
Craft (Untrained) 0
Disable device 9
Disguise 9
Escape Artist 10
Knowledge(dungeoneering) 0
Knowledge(local) 06
Perception 07
Sleight of hand 14
Stealth 12
Swim 0

AC
(Armoured)AC: 14= 10 + 0(Armour) +0(Shield) +3(Dex) +1(Dodge) +0(Natural);
(Armoured)Touch: 14 = 10 +3(Dex) +1(Dodge);
(Armoured)Flat: 11= 10 + 0(Armour) +0(Shield) +1(Natural);

Saves:
Fort: 3= 1(base) + 2(CON);
Ref: 6 = 3(base) + 3(DEX);
Will: 3= 1(base) + 2(WIS);

Attack:
Melee: 6 = 3(base) + 3(DEX)
Range: 7= 3(base) + 3(DEX)+1
CMB: 4= 3(base) + 1(STR)
(Unarmoured)CMD: 17

Weapons:

Armour

Misc:
Adventure Gear:

Magical:
Cash:
00gp
00 sp
00 cp

Description
Diran is a young adult finding his was in life he has recently a drastic change in his life. He is now repenting for his evil doings and is now striving law and goodness. He has dark reddish hair and dark green eyes. He's about 5'8" which isn't tall but he thinks he will grow more. Ever since he met a wondering cleric of sarenrae that helped him repent and join the clergy he uses his previous abilities to help out.

When I was just a wee lad of 8yrs old I had lost my parents in Egorian at the market place. I searched everywhere after the crowds cleared for the day. I was tired scared and hungry. Some older kids, mostly dress as street rats but one in fine material, found me laying on a bench in the middle of the square and started harassing me."hey kid lost your parents" another chimed up "maybe his parents are dead you heard about that murder earlier this afternoon." the leader sparked up" yeah, maybe they are laying in a ditch and got what they deserve because they are poor scum. Your scum too you don't even deserve to live." all the other kids laughed one said "you tell him Pavo!" I was crying when i heard this I got up and kicked Pavo and tried to flee. Needless to say they caught up to me pushed me to the ground and started to kick me repeatedly. I was blacking in an out bruises and blood flowing and burning on my skin. The kids eventually left me there I thought i was going to die. As i was fading in and out a man with red eyes came to me picked me up and all was dark again.. When I woke all was still dark I didn't know where I was or how brought me here. All i knew was my body was bandaged every day a man with red eyes came in to the pitch black room and said "open your mouth" he fed me everyday The only words that could escape my mouth were "thank you". All i could do in this dark hell of a place was think about what those kids said I cried most days. Eventually i could feed my self but the only things i would say to him was "thank you". I was too scared to say anything to him for those red eyes scared me and my voice always ran away when i did want to say something. Later I had the courage to say something to him and all that could make it out was "why?". He said, "I found you quite interesting. You have a strong spirit and it seems you might have a quality i want." This scared me more than ever.On my alone time I had an epiphany that those kids were right my parents died they didn't want me I should of died but i didn't I'm better than them I can make it on my own. Since I've been in this room for what felt like eternity i was beginning to relying on my hearing smell and touch to get around and walk but i could never understand where he came from. one day I heard a chime before he walked in I knew that was my way out, but at the same time he was nothing but kind to me. It was just a feeling I had,those eyes and the way he said "you might have a quality I want". I took a day really concentrating on where he came from and that chime and it hit me the door opens toward me at the end of the bed when he rings the bell. Still bruised i waited for at night before he came in i fashioned twine from my clothing around a some straw from my bedding. I positioned it as best as i could, and on my last meal we finally had a chat. "You know I've helped you get better for a little over a week now. Im sure by the end of the week you could go out and find your parents" I said to him they died they didn't matter I don't matter, but I will make something of myself Ill make those kids pay." In time but I have bigger plans for you!, with a devilish smile. "Get used to this hole your my puppet from now on!"as he walked away he opened the door and i pulled the twine so that the straw would keep the door open hoping it wouldn't break. I finished my meal and got up and started heading to the door. My heart pumping with adrenaline felt were the straw was, it worked! I used all the strength I could muster and got the door opened i started sneaking up the stair where it started to get brighter my eyes hear my teeth clentched and I froze like a deer in the woods. There he was at the top of the stairs waiting for me with clothes and a dagger. My heart stopped. All he said was[b] "Welcome to the shadow". After that I was free to roam the first floor of the building but the majority of my day i spent in the dark. He prepared me for my training he started me off simple stealing and gathering intelligence. He was teaching me his trade like a father does to his son. I was small enough that i could fit in small places and get through crowds easily, all they ever gave me was a small dagger to defend myself so i always had to be agile. He never let me go anywhere for "fear" that i would be recognized from a mission or something. i was his slave to do all his small dealing and get a leg on other competitors marks Always two days before a mission he would keep me in my dark room to keep my senses high. Never realizing that i was his lap dog I thought I was just learning a trade and that I was going to move up in the order of the shadow. I was wrong Years went by the jobs would be more complex go into building steal artifacts, scrolls, or documents, but always the same two days before a mission into the dark room. I figured out what he was doing in those two days I got out of the room for a brief moment and stood at the bottom of the stairs he was in a meeting of some sort the only words I could make out was Mr. Winterish.. I was getting bored with the old missions and was being treated still like a kid so demanded that I get a better mission, He smiled and said your ready I can see it in your eyes. I wanted to please him he was my master in my trade, a father mentor, and my friend. My first kill was a nobleman's daughter this nobleman had been pressing "my masters" associates' feet and black mail. This was one of my last tests that i completed without fail. A week went by but the associate wasn't pleased they said We must reign a shadow on that whole house. On my last mission was to finally kill the noble himself I scoped the place like I normally do and prepare like always. I waited for light to go out before creeping in. I was flying through the place where i came to the door i opened it with ease, with all the practice Ive done before. As i approached the bed i was ambushed guards were all around! I tumbled and dodged a few killing a few on my way out. Somehow of i got away and guards were everywhere at all my normal hiding spots. When i got to my clear point were i was meeting up with my master, but instead guards waiting for me. So i made my way back to the nobles house for my mission wasn't complete and found that my master and the noble were in on it together they set me up! i knew i had to get out and the only way was the woods outside the city of Egorian. Were i got lost for about a day were I stumbled accross an older man at a camp fire my first instinct was to slit his throat for fear he was a guard scouting for me,but i must of been too hungry or was off my game to sneak up on him. he said in a soft but calming voice "come get something to eat you look hungry." I slowly sat down and ate with him … "My name is Orwen whats your name?" I didnt say anything. He opened up to me and was kind he helped me see that vengeance was not the answer but to be thankful to be out of that situation spend the rest of my life doing good, and purifying corrupt should by means of repentance or languishing them.