Male Human Rogue 1
LG Medium (humanoid) Human
Init +6; Perception +5/+6 (traps)
AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (10 +2 armor, +4 dex)
HP 10 = rog 8 +con 1 +fav 1
Fort +1, Ref +6, Will +1
Str 12, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 15
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 15
Friend of the Fey: You have a special relationship with the fey, having grown up in close proximity to them. Benefit: You gain a +2 trait bonus on Diplomacy checks against fey creatures.
Reactionary: You were bullied often as a child, but never quite developed an offensive response. Instead, you became adept at anticipating sudden attacks and reacting to danger quickly. Benefit: You gain a +2 trait bonus on initiative checks.
Restless Wayfarer: You have long led a nomadic life—perhaps because your parents were travelers (whether roaming Varisian caravaneers or traveling merchants who traded far and wide), you belonged to a nomadic tribe, or you ran away from home to discover the world at a young age. Some call it wanderlust, but to you the thought of new places and experiences is truly what makes life worth living, and no region catches your imagination like the windswept wilderness of the North. You are used to getting along in unfamiliar lands and interacting with interesting new people. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Knowledge (geography)* and Knowledge (local) checks, and one of these skills (your choice) is a class skill for you. You can also speak one additional language (this does not count toward your number of languages).
Description: 6'2", slender build, black hair, blue-grey eyes
Background: Because of that fateful winter night, Djack was determined to find out the truth about Baba Yaga. He took up a quest, into Irrisen.
Not the easiest life ahead of him, that one. But, filled with wonder, delight and sometimes sadness. Heldren, now.
They tell him he must have hit his head or been struck by lightning, but he clings to his story. They try to twist his mind and recast his reality, but he's stubborn.
He claims on a brutally cold winter night he'd come across a sight to set a grown man mad. Horned demon, angry red and spitting fire. Towering over a fallen crone, wrinkled and withering. Scampering backward to his feet.
He must have picked up the wooden stick to help him walk through the snow drifts, she needed it more than him though. She never asked for it, probably didn't even know he had it. But, at that place in that moment, he did.
The child handing her the stick, her staff, was just the first surprise for her that night. Then, he stepped between her and the demon, unafraid and threw a snowball at it.
Leave her alone!
Then, she was holding him. But she was younger, perfectly beautiful. Her lips touched his forehead, where it tingled. But, they say the discoloration of his hair was lightning. That's what they want him to believe.
Now, over ten years later he's heard it over and over. This winter, this death is the hand of Baba Yaga. And in his very heart, he knows he must clear her name.
What was it she said? Oh. Djack be nimble. Djack be quick! Never knew what it really meant, but it's saved his life a few times.
Now, he finds himself in Heldren. Working as a cook and general hand at a local establishment.
But that night was ten years ago. And since, need venture deeper into the wood. And there was that cairn, restless he always found the undiscovered places. And there were the Fey, of all types. Djack, Djack, Djack... There voices would be in his head.