About Edward Hastings IIIDice:
[dice=Lay on Hands]1d6[/dice] [dice=Longsword]1d20+7[/dice]
[dice=Mithral Longsword w/PA]1d20+8[/dice]
[ooc]Smite evil(bypass all DR)[/ooc]
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Level bonuses:
Melee (enhancement): +1 to attack and damage with manufactured melee weapons, natural attacks, and unarmed strikes. +1 to CMB checks and to CMD. +1 to attack (but not damage) to melee touch attacks (but not those used as part of a spell). For purposes of bypassing damage reduction, any weapon you wield counts as a magical weapon with a straight bonus equal to your melee bonus – 1 (e.g, when you reach a +4 melee bonus, your melee weapons count as +3 (magical) and silver for purposes of overcoming damage reduction, damaging incorporeal creatures, etc.). Armour (enhancement): +1 bonus to AC (regular AC, touch AC, and flat-footed AC). You do not have to wear or use armour to receive this bonus. Shield (enhancement): +1 bonus to AC (regular AC only, not touch AC or flat-footed AC), but only if you are wielding or wearing a shield (or a special weapon like a klarr which provides a shield bonus). A shield spell doesn’t count. Not all characters will make use of this bonus. Saves (resistance): +1 bonus to all saving throws. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 1st: Shields(+1 enhancement)
Attribute bonuses:
2nd: Charisma(Bonus) 4th: Strength(Bonus) 4th: Charisma(Lvl) 6th: 8th: 8th: Edward Hastings III:
Edward Hastings III Aasimar Paladin of Iomedae (Tempered champion) 4/Guardian 2 LG Medium humanoid (human) Init +3(+1dex/+2mythic); Senses Darkvision 60', Perception +12 Aura -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 25, touch 14(15 w/shield), flat-footed 23 (+9 armor, +1 Dex, +3 shield, +1 shield(bonus), +1 armor(bonus)) Hp 51 (1d10hp+8+10+6+4con+3fc+10mythic) Fort +10 (+4base/+1con/+4cha/+1enhancement) Ref +7 (+1base/+1dex/+4cha/+1enhancement) Will +11 (+4base/+2will/+4cha/+1enhancement) (+2 vs. charm/compulsions) Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5 --------------------
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Languages Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc
Mithril holy symbol(Tolion), Mw silvered longsword with the Eye of Aroden on the cross guard
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If Iomedae is the wearer’s patron, the gauntlet lets the wearer use any sword he holds in that hand as a holy symbol. Once per day, the wearer can speak a command word and give any sword he holds the powers of an undead-bane weapon for 1 minute; this effect ends if the wearer drops the sword or removes the gauntlet. If the wearer uses a finger to draw Iomedae’s symbol on any solid surface, the symbol glows as brightly as a candle for 1 hour or until the wearer draws the symbol elsewhere (whichever comes first). ----------------------------------
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Backstory:
Aside: (For the record, I'm a huge fan of British film of various kinds so I absolutely see this playing out as such. I'm not British but I totally love it. It just seems fitting. :P) As the Andoran army moves the plethora of captives, one guard(named John) falls back a bit and nonchalantly leans in a bit toward another guard(named Robert) and says quietly, "Hey, Rob, did you notice that one prisoner near the back?" Robert's eyes cut from left to right in a questioning manner; and while not really knowing where his fellow guard is going with this he simply nods, thinking that's the 'safe' route. "Do you think there's something wrong with him?" asks John. Furrowing his brow, Well I think I can honestly say there's something wrong with SOMEBODY around here. Robert shrugs this time. "Yeah me too!" John exclaims as quietly as possible. "That one's either off his rocker or just insane. And let's not forget probably a bit of a nutter," he says, nodding and twirling his finger around his temple. I would say 'nutter' fits pretty well. Can't argue that. Robert looks to him with a look that clearly says what he's thinking but decides to just simply nod again in agreement. "So you noticed it too. Good eye there, Rob," he compliments, pointing at him in a 'way to go' kind of way. Robert just smiles, albeit, a bit awkwardly. "I mean, just take a glance at all these prisoners. None of them are happy. They're all probably hungry. They're tired. They're weary. And probably a little fatigued as well. On top of that, if it were me, I'd be ticked off," he declares, nodding matter of factly. Really? Do you even hear yourself? Hey, for what it's worth, I'M getting ticked off if that helps you any, Robert thinks while scratching his chin, looking to John as if he's insane; but, once again, just finds it easier to nod. "Well I'm glad I'm not the only one. Now having said all that, this one, he's like, smiling or something. I don't understand! It's like he's not worried about a blooming thing. And I overheard him talking and he was like, 'Yes, sir', and 'No, sir', and proper stuff like that. Prisoners don't talk like that. I mean, what's that about, you know? I've just never seen a prisoner be so... nice, or, calm or whatever," he says, shrugging and furrowing his brow as if that's just totally odd. Please go away. Robert nods again as usual. "You know what I think?" asks John. If I were to say 'yes', would that make you leave? Robert shakes his head in response, adding a roll of his eyes that John would never catch even if you pointed at your eyes and explained what you were doing. "I think that one might be some form of captain or a captain wannabe or something. He's too orderly, you know? And I know this lot just wants to leave Cheliax but what if he's some sort of spy or something? I'll definitely be keeping my eye on that one," he taps his nose. Yeah, you do that. Robert taps his own nose and nods as he continues to play it safe. "Good. I could use an extra set of eyes. Thanks a lot, Rob. It was good talking to you. I'd better get back to my post. You know how the Captain gets," he says, grinning wryly while giving a wink. "Hey, once we make it back to Andoran, first round's on me, friend," he tells him, giving another light slap on the arm as he returns to his post further up. Once John finally takes his leave, Robert sighs and takes a moment to look back at the many captives behind him. Shrugging, he turns his attention back to the road ahead and at his fellow guard for a moment. Who is that bloke?! And how in the world does he know my name?! And which bloody prisoner is he talking about?! It's not like there's about 50 or 100 of them! Or however many there are, whatever. Sheesh. The guard can only shake his head and return to his own thoughts. ___________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________ (Towards the back of the line) As the prisoners walk along, there's one prisoner(we'll call him Elias) who's got narrowed eyes aimed directly at the one next to him. "Hey you. Why are you smiling like that? Don't you realize you're a captive?" The tall, slender and fairly well-built man with brown hair, eyes to match and a goatee that's only a few days old, turns his attention toward his fellow prisoner, smiling. "Well of course, my good man. I would gather that's quite obvious. I believe the real question is: Why aren't you smiling like that?" he says, grinning. Elias doesn't return his smile. "Because I'm not an idiot, " he says, now smiling while a couple of prisoners behind them listening in chuckle. The tall and slender man does not respond. He simply continues walking as if it's a beautiful day in the park. Irritated at being ignored, Elias continues. "Hey, I just called you an idiot! So what are you going to do about it, dung for breath?" More chuckles can be heard from behind. Again, the target of his ridicule does not respond for what feels like an eternity. But then out of nowhere, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it, my good man," he interrupts as Elias was just about to speak. He then looks him square in the eye and says, "I'm going to do... nothing," he decides, still smiling. "Unless, of course, you can elaborate on what exactly it is I should do? And if you do succeed in such an endeavor I will contemplate your explanation and proceed accordingly as I deem proper. So with that being said, I am open to listening to reason. I do believe it shall prove interesting," he tells him, truly curious and awaiting his response patiently. With a confused look about him, "What do you mean 'elaborate'?! Are you crazy?! Elaborate?! No one does that! No one elaborates! That doesn't even make sense. You just... respond or whatever I guess. You know? I don't... I don't know what in the blazes you are talking about." The unnamed man simply shrugs. "Well then I gather there is nothing I can do for you at this time, good sir. But if you do need any assistance in any way, feel free to ask. I will aid you to the greatest of my ability that is deemed plausible," he tells him, giving a nod. "Oh and just for the record, I do believe you'd make a reasonable soldier. While you do borderline foolishness I also gather somewhat of a sense of bravery about you. But if I'm honest it's truly a toss up. Between foolishness and bravery that is due to the simple fact that you know nothing of me. I could easily be a murderer; one who's taken the lives of a hundred people whilst they slept. Or not slept. And there's no way for you to know that but, yet, here you are insulting me with your miniscule level of intelligence and petty words," he tells him in a proper and pleasant matter of fact way. He then rocks his head back and forth as he contemplates which way to go with his opinion. "You know, I believe I'm at an impasse. But, never fear, barring your untimely death I'm sure the opportunity will present itself if it arises and I am almost sure you will take great advantage," he tells him, grinning and giving a proper nod. "But strictly for the record, I've never murdered anyone," he concludes, returning his attention to the road ahead before throwing out one more statement for good measure, "Well... as far as you know anyway." Elias at an utter loss for words, What? 'Plausible'? What in the Abyss does that even mean?! And that 'foolishness and bravery' rubbish? And what's all this about my 'untimely death'? I don't know about this fellow. And a part of me thinks I've been slighted in there somewhere, he thinks to himself, trying a moment to figure it out. It doesn't take him long to just shake it off though as he mentally gives up on trying to figure it out. Whatever. This bloke's off his rocker. Sorry for you, friend, but I'm thinking you'll be dead in a week. Man I sure hope they put me in a different prison than that one. Shaking his head at the 'odd' fellow, he nonchalantly drifts a bit farther back away from him, wanting no part of whatever it is that guy is drinking. Noticing out of the corner of his eye that his fellow prisoner seems to be gradually backing away, a wry grin forms on the confident man. It wasn't long after that Edward and his fellow prisoners were set free once they made it to Andoran. Seeing how they were all once Cheliax prisoners just wanting to leave, it wasn't difficult for any of them to appreciate what was done for them. Now I can move on to far greater things, he thinks to himself quite practically. And with that, Edward made his way to Absalom. Learning of a place called the 'Tempering Hall' in which they trained soldiers to become better at wielding their chosen blade, he knew that's where he needed to be. ----------------------------------------------- When Edward first joined the militia in Cheliax, he truly thought he could make a difference. Hailing from Andoran, when he became of age he decided it was his to time to make his mark on the world in an effort to make it better. So he decided to start with Cheliax. A place he learned much about growing up and it's reputation for being a "country with a few issues" if you will. Naive though he was - some would say "crazy" - it did not take long at all for him to realize it would require far more than his ability to change this country for the better. And even though he is as confident as he is, he is no fool and he knew this was, unfortunately, beyond him. So as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he deserted back to Andoran. But seeing how Cheliax and Andoran aren't the "best of friends", he was taken captive along with many others as is protocol. But obviously for him, he was rescued and was ready to make a new beginning. Edward is 6'3" and around 225 lbs. He's got brown hair and he stays fairly clean shaven. Now Edward appears completely human except for the strange color of his eyes. If one were to look close enough, they would notice that the blue within his eyes in not your typical color of blue. One might gather it's closer to a deep purple almost. But outside of that there is no other physical difference between him and other humans. Fairly tall and somewhat muscular, his near shoulder length brown hair is unmatched with his jewel colored eyes. He tends to appear as one with a stern countenance, but to know him is know one with a kind, but firm, demeanor. A proper gentleman to be sure. |