About Ferrus GoldenbrowCurrent Status:
HP: 14/14
Martial Flexibility: 4/4 Stat Block:
Male Oread Brawler 1
CG Medium Outsider (Native) Init +3; Senses: Perception +3; Darkvision ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +1 Natural, +3 Dex) hp 14 Fort +5, Ref +6, Will -1 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 20 ft. Melee:
Ranged:
Misc: +1 to hit vs Giants and +2 to confirm crits (orphaned by giants)
Advancement:
1st: Brawler; Favored +1HP Special Abilities:
Racial Traits ---------------- Granite Skin: Rocky growths cover the skin of oreads with this racial trait. They gain a +1 racial bonus to natural armor. This racial trait replaces energy resistance. Ferrous Growth: Oreads with this racial trait learn how to mimic the magic of their shaitan ancestors. Once per day, such an Oread can cause a touched piece of non-magical iron or steel to grow into an object up to 10 pounds in weight, such as a sword, crowbar, or light steel shield. This object remains in this form for 10 minutes or until broken or destroyed, at which point it shrinks back to its original size and shape. This racial trait replaces the spell-like ability racial trait. Stone in the Blood: Oreads with this racial trait mimic the healing abilities of the mephits, gaining fast healing 2 for 1 round anytime they are subject to acid damage (the acid damage does not need to overcome the oread's resistances or immunities to activate this ability). The Oread can heal up to 2 hit points per level per day with this ability, after which it ceases to function. This racial trait replaces earth affinity. Darkvision: Oreads can see perfectly in the dark up to 60 feet. Traits and Drawbacks
Adopted by Dwarves: Gained Grounded Race Trait: You gain a +2 trait bonus on balance-related Acrobatics checks, and a +1 trait bonus on Reflex saves. Earth-Touched: You gain DR 1/— against creatures and attacks with the earth type. Overprotective: If one of your allies should fall unconscious from hit point damage, you take a –2 penalty on attack rolls and skill checks as long as you are farther than 10 feet away from your fallen ally. Bullied: You gain a +1 trait bonus to attack rolls on attacks of opportunity with unarmed strikes. Class Abilities
Martial Flexibility (Ex): A brawler can take a move action to gain the benefit of a combat feat she doesn't possess. This effect lasts for 1 minute. The brawler must meet all the feat's prerequisites. She may use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + 1/2 her brawler level (minimum 1). Martial Training (Ex): At 1st level, a brawler counts her total brawler levels as both fighter levels and monk levels for the purpose of qualifying for feats. She also counts as both a fighter and a monk for feats and magic items that have different effects based on whether the character has levels in those classes (such as Stunning Fist and a monk's robe). This ability does not automatically grant feats normally granted to fighters and monks based on class level, namely Stunning Fist. Unarmed Strike: At 1st level, a brawler gains Improved Unarmed Strike as a bonus feat. A brawler may attack with fists, elbows, knees, and feet. This means that a brawler may make unarmed strikes with her hands full. A brawler applies her full Strength modifier (not half ) on damage rolls for all her unarmed strikes. Usually, a brawler's unarmed strikes deal lethal damage, but she can choose to deal nonlethal damage instead with no penalty on her attack roll. She has the same choice to deal lethal or nonlethal damage while grappling. A brawler's unarmed strike is treated as both a manufactured weapon and a natural weapon for the purpose of spells and effects that modify either manufactured weapons or natural weapons.
Gear and Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Carrying Capacity Light 0-100 lb. Medium 101-200 lb. Heavy 201-300 lb. Current Load Carried 52 lb. Currency: 4gp
Appearance and Personality:
Ferrus is only slightly larger than his adoptive dwarven father and his skin is that of solid granite in both look and feel. He looks as though someone crafted statue made of granite formed to lean muscle and hands worn with endless hours of manual labor. His features are as indistinct as any of the countless human statues adorning fountains and streets in any major city with the only exception being the whites of his eyes and a few golden rings piercing his right eyebrow. Were it not for the fact that he moved he could easily be mistaken for a carving and ignored. ------------------------------ Height 4 ft. 10 in. Weight 220 lb. Age 86 Hair None Eyes Gray Skin Gray and speckled as granite ------------------------------ Ferrus is what many would consider slow and dull though not to a great degree in either direction. He is very protective of his few friends and his adoptive family, going far out of his way to keep them alive and unharmed. He is quiet and happy to while away his time in the mine for his parent's crafts bringing up all manners of gems and precious metals. It is one of the few ways he can help his family after he found he was not gifted in the art of jewelry making like his foster parents. He is slow to anger and quick to forget transgressions. His naivety shows in his rather optimistic world view. Even in all the scraps he got into as a child for being different in the Dwarven Sky citadel Janderhoff. This taught him to defend himself though he disdained weapons for their likelihood to injure his bullies more than deter them. The exception to this rule is his unending hatred of giant-kind for robbing him of his birth-parents as a young boy. This causes his temper to flare past typical Oread restraint and has left a bully or two with broken bones to remind them not to dare to use it as fodder again.
Background:
Ferrus was born to a small family of farmers in the foothills of the southern Mindspin Mountains, west of Janderhoff, north of the Tourondel river and east of the Northern Fangwood . They were simple folk though rugged enough to live in the mountains under threat of orc and giant attack. His father, Boros, was a hunter and brought in meat and hide to the town with his Wife Alana, a seamstress who made and repaired local garments. Boros was a lean man of trained grace and hunter's eyes. His mother a vision of beauty in a somber village with hair like wheat and eyes like ponds. His family got sidelong and curious glances when they gave birth to an Oread son, a blemish in the families bloodline somewhere bringing the elements to the front in him. His family was superstitiously ostracized and forced to live further and further from the settlement until they decided to make the journey to a larger city. They chose Korvosa after hearing of grand academies and the trade a port city could bring in and allow them to live comfortably. They had just given birth to a daughter they named Brienne. Ferrus was 10 when this trek began, and as they made their way through the trails in the hills they came under attack by a wandering Hill Giant. His father turned to fight and told his mother, with his sister in her arms, and him to run and not look back. There was a scream as they ran and a sloppy crunch but none of them had time to look as another giant came from the other direction in a crude flank. Its meaty face grinned as their mother stumbled and fell clutching his baby sister. Ferrus ran at the monster but was batted away like a bug into the brush. He managed to crawl back to the brush-line in time to see his mother in the beasts grips and being lifted to its mouth. He looked away and quietly sobbed as the screaming was ended in another sloppy crunch. He was frozen in fear for a day as the events played over and over in his head filling him with more and more rage at the beasts that cost him his family.
After a day he managed to drag himself up and keep going, though he didn't know where. After days spent walking and hiding he stumbled upon a caravan one night. He walked toward the wagons and fire until he guards noticed him and called out in gruff voices of a language he didn't know. There was more shouting as he kept walking, delirious from hunger and thirst, before he collapsed a few feet from the stout guards. He awoke in a nicely appointed wagon with a matronly dwarven woman tending him. His arm was in a sling and she slowly gave him water and she asked in common what his name was. He answered Ferrus but couldn't tell her anything more than that before falling back unconscious. He slept for days again before he woke up in a bed. A stout and miserly old dwarf sat near the bed working at a bench when Ferrus sat up and was immediately stopped by the matronly dwarf woman in a chair at his bedside. She asked him what had happened and he explained the attack and burst into tears as his family was now gone. She nodded and hugged him in strong arms and explained that he was to stay with them now. She introduced herself as Bretty Goldenbrow and the miserly one at the table was Stannin Goldenbrow, her husband. Stannin answered with a grumble and continued to work. Ferrus returned the hug and cried into the warm embrace. When he was well enough, he started going out with Bretty on her errands and discovered the bustling Sky Citadel that was now his home. Janderhoff it was called. He was enamored with all the gloriously giant structures and Bretty seemed proud. He later learned that the Goldenbrow's had a daughter before but had lost her when the guard patrol she had joined was massacred by a band of bandits. Ferrus grew up as any dwarven child would have. The Sky Citadel seemed much more understanding of his blood. Nonetheless he was taught as any dwarf was to defend himself. He had his fair share of bullies as well as they found his difference a manner of attack to pick on him with. Ferrus handled all of this well, going out of his way to not really leave any of them with lasting injury until one spat hideous insults about his mother and a giant lover. He whirled on that bully and did not relent until his fists were bloody and the bully unconscious. None of them ever used that as an insult again. He did his duty in schooling though he never really excelled at anything short of his martial training. Once he was old enough, he started working in the mines digging up precious jewels and metals for his parents to turn into jewelry. Though his adoptive father was still unhappy that he couldn't learn the family trade and that he couldn't live up to their deceased daughter's skill. He was happy now though, but it wouldn't last. One day Bretty set off on another merchant caravan to a town named Trunau in Belkzen not incredibly far. Ferrus signed on to help guard the Caravan and his new mother as the hold is unruly and crawling with orcs. The trip was fairly uneventful until the final day as they approached Trunau. With a flash they were set upon by Orc raiders and a hulking, familiar form in the distance. The form lobbed massive boulders that took out the lead wagon in one hit. He formed with the other guards and fought for all his might against the orc aggressors in trained dwarven fashion. They held the green tide back until another boulder flew. This one took another wagon, crushing it to splinters and silencing a scream inside. It was his mother's wagon. He screamed as all the memories came flooding back and his loss of his new mother at the hand of another of the giant beasts. He waded into the orcs trying to push to the Giant, throwing from the rear, but he was beaten unconscious. Once the battle was done the Guards had managed to turn away the raiders. he and the survivors were taken into Trunau. He was woken up and healed enough to stay standing but when he was told what truly happened he fell back to his seat weeping. He held an overwhelming sense of guilt and responsibility for not being able to protect his adoptive mother. He decided to petition the council for residence in Trunau until his mother could be avenged. He was told the rules of Trunau and that everyone had their part. He gave his word gladly to protect the city and never be a burden. He wrote a letter to his Stannin explaining what had happened and swearing on his blood and his honor to get revenge for them and not to return until he had. He sent with the letter every extra gold piece he had keeping only enough for his essentials to start anew in Trunau. He had a purpose and as unmoving as the mountain that saw these events, he would not be deterred. |
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