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About Garan

HP: 42 (d10x3=30, +3x3=9, 3 FAVORED CLASS BONUS)
AC: 23 (7 MWK BANDED MAIL, 3 MWK SHIELD, 2 ARMOR, 1 DEX, 10 AUTO)
INIT : 5 (1+4=5)
MOVE: 20 FT
ALIGN: N

FORT: 6 (3+3)
REF: 2 (1+1)
WILL: 2 (1+1)

STR: 18 +4
DEX: 12 +1
CON: 16 +3
WIS: 12 +1
INT: 10
CHA: 5 -3

SKILLS:
1)SURVIVAL:5 (3+2)
2)SWIM:7 (3+4)
3)CLIMB:7 (3+4)

FEATS:
1)IMP INIT
2)POWER ATTACK
3)CLEAVE
4)COMBAT REFLEXES

SPECIAL ABILITIES:
1)BRAVERY
2)ARMOR TRAINING
3)DARKVISION 60FT
4)SLOW AND STEADY
5)STONE CUNNING
6)KEEN SENSES
7)GREED
8)HEARTY
9)DEFENSIVE TRAINING
10)HATRED
11)STABILITY

BAB: +3
CMB:+7 (+3+4)

MELEE:MWK DWARVEN WARAXE +8, 1D10+4, X3
RANGE:MWK REPEATING XBOW +4, 1D10, X3

ARMOR:MWK BANDED MAIL +7
SHIELD:MWK HEAVY STEEL SHIELD +3
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EQUIPMENT:
POTION OF WATER BREATHING

GOLD: 200 GOLD

LANGUAGES: COMMON, DWARVEN

BACKGROUND:
Garan grew up in a port city, which was unusual for dwarves, but took to sailing with glee. He loved the sea and the adventures he had on his voyages kept him talking long into the night at the local bars. Until one day, tragedy struck the ship he had served on for the last 10 years. Pirates boarded in the night, slitting all the crews throats and dumping them in the sea for the sharks to feast upon.
Garan survived his throat being slit (the blade had dulled after they finally got to him and didn’t cut deep enough), but found himself floating amongst the bodies of his (by then) friends. He was found by a passing Navy ship that had heard a report of pirates in the area, but had, alas arrived too late to save Garan’s friends.
Garan, formerly an exuberant, lively and happy young dwarf became sullen, sarcastic, angry. After a few more failed voyages, Garan swore himself to a life on shore. That is, until one day, while drinking heavily at a bar frequented by sailors, he was forcefully pressed into the Navy. The Navy has regretted this decision ever since.

Garan stands 4’5” tall, and has a heavily muscled body, but with a bit of a gut from his hard nights of drinking. Sucker scars mar the skin of his left leg (he cut off the offending tentacle), and a large and rather cool (read: frightening) tattoo of the battle is on his back. His hair is shorn short in a military style, and he has no beard. He has forsworn the gods for taking his comrades from him, and bears a tattoo signifying as much over his heart. The rest of his body is a collection of scars collected on various battles over the years.
He is rude, sarcastic, and belligerent, and has a bad case of sailor’s mouth.