| Full Name |
Dr. Rowan Strayts |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Alchemist 2, HP 14/14 | AC 15 Tch 12 FF 13 | CMD 14 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will -2 | Init +2 | Perc +3 | |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
22 |
| Special Abilities |
Alchemist's bombs, Extracts, Mutagen |
| Alignment |
CN |
| Deity |
None |
| Languages |
Common, Aklo, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Gnoll, Giant, Necril |
| Occupation |
Doctor |
| Strength |
12 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
20 |
| Wisdom |
7 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Dr. Rowan Strayts
Rowan is a simple man with simple ambitions: To cure the various ailments of the humanoid body. The patient's comfort isn't always necessary to achieve this goal, so many would say his bedside manner is lacking. One can hardly blame him for the numbness of emotion if they knew the source.
From birth until he was about 18 years old, he was a slave. Toiling in the mines ruled by some overlord whom he never met and his undead horde, he was discovered to have a proclivity for the curing arts in his teens. Tasked as the slaves' doctor, he practiced his art for years, biding his time until he could escape, which he eventually did during the confusion of a mine collapse.
He ran, never looking back, ending up as far from there as he possibly could be. For the past few years, he's been refining his trade, as it's the only skill he both knows and enjoys.
Rowan is a Male Human, tall and lanky. He stands at 6'2" and weighs 170 lbs. He has black, greasy hair and hazel eyes. Though, many never notice these features, as he is always covered head to toe in clothing. He wears dark clothes, a wide brimmed hat, and a cloak, but what really stands out is the white, bird-like mask affixed to his face. It is a plague doctor's mask, usually an indicator of sickness and death. Other than clothing, he carries bandoleers filled with various phials and bottles of liquids unknown to many not versed in his craft. At his side is a simple club and a dagger is attached to his opposite leg.
