About Dorsh Drinks-the-MarrowAppearance:
Description Dorsh is just about 6'1" tall, broad-shouldered and rather rugged in his appearance. His head is clean shaven, as is his face - though one can barely make out the medium blonde stubs covering his chin. His posture reveals a sense of determination, awareness and a low glow of humility - possibly from spending so many years alone on the streets of Korvosa. Physical Characteristics
Background:
Should you call his name; a tall, broad-shouldered Shoanti – both head and face clean shaven – turns to face you. Dorsh Drinks-the-Marrow's features represent those of a typical Shoanti male – though his life in the city of Korvosa has traded in his posture and attitude for something more common to the Varisians. His attire is uncommon for a Shoanti as well, as he wears dark tanned robes over a chain shirt – appearing more like a thief than a barbarian – crowned with a dark hood that shadows most of his face.
The life of a young Shoanti in Korvosa can be tough, more so than any child would deserve, something Dorsh had experienced all too well. His father, a burly man like himself, died a poor man’s death on the unforgiving streets of the city. Dorsh never knew his mother, as she traded in her life for his while giving birth to him, something that would haunt his father for the rest of his days. Unable to comprehend a life without his wife, Dorsh's father turned to drinking. In the end he no longer drank as much from the bottle as it did from him. Poor, orphaned and with no members of his clan known to him, the child turned to the streets to provide for himself. Life was harsh, unforgiving, cold. The older children roaming the streets gave him no pity and often mocked his heritage, making sure the Shoanti knew his place among those that had conquered his pathetic tribe ages ago. In truth, Dorsh knew very little of his heritage – except that his father often spoke highly of Skoan-Quah, The Skull Clan. Years passed slowly on the streets. He spent some months with various orphanages, but often moved on by his own volition, the nomadic blood taking it's toll on him. He cared little for the other children though, as one treated him as badly as the next. Disheartened, hungry and alone he walked the streets one evening – when a sudden ruckus coming from a trader's post down the road caught his attention. A small group of youngsters, no older than himself, had stolen the trader's purse and barely escaped in doing so. Curious, Dorsh ran as fast as he could after them – not certain if he wanted to aid the guard in their capture or simply intrigued at their apparent disregard for the law. A few blocks down the road, Dorsh was grabbed while passing an alley – one hand firmly pressed over his mouth – followed by a harsh, rugged voice rasping the words: "Silence, little one." That voice belonged to Gaedren Lamm. Dorsh had heard rumors concerning Gaedren and his Lambs, though he had never dreamed of ever encountering them – or the leader of the gang himself. In return for his obedience, Gaedren promised steady meals, a solid bed and light work as a reward – but only if he enlisted with the Lambs. Dorsh was barely able to stand on his feet at that point, seeing as how he had not eaten for what felt like weeks. He accepted, and spent many years as muscle for the crew. Though he found little honor in his new career, he felt more at home with the Lambs than he ever did earlier in his life. They did not scorn him for his heritage, and taught him how to handle himself in a fight. He was even paid with food and a few coins for every heist and shake-down. Dorsh even earned the surname "Drinks-the-Marrow", after he blew his crew's cover at a masquerade ball - by breaking the marrow and drinking the contents during the feast, unaware of the appalled stares from the nobles present. The Lambs where his Quah, his Clan - his home. Life was better, good even – until one heist that would change his life forever. The authorities were getting tired of Gaedren and his Lambs and patrols where increased on multiple locations throughout the city. Gaedren knew he would have to sacrifice something, or someone, in order to get the Guard off his back - and soon spread word that one of his lieutenants would participate on a heist one midsummer eve. That "lieutenant" was in fact Dorsh Drinks-the-Marrow. Everything went wrong that night. Dorsh stood watch while a small group of cutpurses pilfered a house belonging to a wealthy nobleman in the city. The Guard where already aware of their presence, and attacked before they knew what hit them. By some form of pure luck; Dorsh managed to escape; though upon his return Gaedren was furious that he had escaped the ambush. To send a message to the rest of his gang, he had Dorsh tortured for days before he left him for dead on a garbage heap in town – claiming that this was the price for failure. Barely surviving the ordeal, Dorsh found himself once again alone in the world. Disheartened and angry, he staggered to the first Inn he could find, rented a room and hired the aid of a local Cleric to treat his wounds. Weeks passed and Dorsh recovered, perhaps his new-found rage and hatred for the man who repaid his loyalty with blood aided his recovery. Determined to seek out and repay Gaedren in kind, Dorsh donned his armor and spiked gauntlet, seeking to stride off and either get his vengeance or die in the attempt. Luckily, perhaps, he halted when he noticed a small card hung over a nail on the door. "I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done." Curious and determined, Dorsh left his room and set off to the address – perhaps he was not alone in his new purpose in life; to find and kill Gaedren Lamm. Statistics:
Dorsh Drinks-the-Marrow Male Human (Shoanti) Barbarian 1 N Medium Humanoid (human) Init +5; Senses Perception +3 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 dodge) hp 14 (1d12+2) Fort +4, Ref +4, Will -1 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 40 ft. Melee Spiked gauntlet +4 (1d4+3/x2) Special Attacks rage (6 rounds/day) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 16, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 12 Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 18 Feats Dodge, Intimidating Prowess Traits Reactionary, Suspicious, Unhappy Childhood (Tortured) Skills Acrobatics +5 (+9 jump), Climb +5, Escape Artist +1, Fly +1, Intimidate +8, Perception +3, Ride +1, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +1, Survival +3, Swim +1 Languages Common, Shoanti SQ fast movement +10 -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded. Rage (6 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged. Equipment:
Combat Gear Barbarian chew Other Gear Chain shirt, Spiked gauntlet, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Chalk, Crowbar, Paper, Sack (empty), Silk rope, Trail rations (5), Waterskin, 3 GP, 8 SP, 9 CP |
