| Full Name |
Freon |
| Race |
Half-Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Weaponmaster Fighter 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
6ft 1in |
| Age |
25 |
| Alignment |
LN |
| Deity |
Abadar |
| Languages |
Common, Elven |
About Freon
Freon
M LN Half-Elf Fighter (Weaponmaster), Level 1, Init +4, HP 12/12, DR 0, Speed 30
AC 15, Touch 14, Flat-footed 11, Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 1
60 ft range Shortbow (Arrows (40)) 5 (1d6, x3)
Dagger 2 (1d4, x2)
Padded (+1 Armor, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 13, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 7
Condition None
Description
Freon looks pretty average, somewhat tall and lean with dark brown hair leaning to black, green-brown eyes and sligthly pointed ears. His cloathing holts together but is dusty and slightly stained, as is often the case with travelers that march on foot.
Personality
He is usually dutiefull and kind, while not being someone who allways comes and tries to help everyone with everything.
While also not a partybeast he is sociable and allway ready for a round of cards.
Backround
Raised in an orphanage, all he knows of his parents is that one seems to have been human and the other elvish, and, since the cradle he was found in at the door of the orphanage was somewhat expensive and even had a few gold pieces with it, that somewhere in his family there had to be at least some wealth. In an orphanage being speculated to come from the better parts of society wasn't a boon though, especially if you are not a full human to boost and thus his youth was kinda hard. So at some point he accepted the teasing and though no one really believed he had noble blood, he started to tell the story himself, that he was the son of a rich, noble widow and an elvish bard who just once visited her mansion.
Once he reached adulthood he, joined the city guard and was assigned as an archer to the wall and that was his position for the next few years, holding watch after watch, when not sitting in taverns with his mates.
The years went by and nothing of interest happened, neither did an orc army approach the city nor did he fell dead through boredom, although the later seemed not far away.
Then, roughly two week ago during off duty he and his friends drunk slightly to much and while they were in high spirit he started boasting about his "heritage" and while he didn't remember that part latter on it seems he was inclined to tell it to the whole tavern, time and time again. Afterwards he also forgot that episode fast. Then a good week later he was roused by the captain who told him he had been picked for a 'special misson' and made quite clear that declining was not an option he wanted to take. He would have 2 days to prepare and equip himself ("Your guard equipment is not to be used, as I said this mission is special and outside the guards immediate jurisdiction. Actually, you will even be formally leaving the guard."), then he was to go to the stolen lands together with some others.
Before he left he heard the rumor that after the night in the tavern some noble went to the captain and demanded him gone and while he never got confirmation or even an name and the reasons could be quite different, he is now quite sure that his quick tongue was responsible and that this would not be a pleasant 'mission', but better that than to stay here were the chances are good someone wants him gone.
