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About Garret "Sledge" Whitestone

Ht: 6'6
Wt: 290 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown

Initiative: +6
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception: +5
AC: 15; touch: 12; flat-footed 13
HP: 9/9
Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will: +1

Speed: 30 ft.
Melee: Greataxe +4 (1d12+6/x3)
Ranged: Shortbow +2 (1d6/x3)
Base Attack: +0; CMB: +4; CMD: +4

Encumbrance: 78.5 lbs. (light load)

Traits: Bully (+1 Intimidate), Resiliant (+1 Fort)

Feats: Improved Initiative

Skills:
Acrobatics +5 (1 rank +2 Dex -1 ACP +3 CS)
Climb +7 (1 rank +4 Str -1 ACP +3 CS)
Disable Device +5 (1 rank +2 Dex -1 ACP +3 CS)
Intimidate +5 (1 rank +0 Cha +1 trait +3 CS)
Knowledge (local) +5 (1 rank +1 Int +3 CS)
Perception +5 (1 rank +1 Wis +3 CS)
Sense Motive +5 (1 rank +1 Wis +3 CS)
Stealth +5 (1 rank +2 Dex -1 ACP +3 CS)
Swim +7 (1 rank +4 Str -1 ACP +3 CS)

Possesions:
Backpack (2 gp, 2#)
waterskin (1 gp, 4#)
rations x1 (5 sp, 1#)
bedroll (1 sp, 5#)
sack (1 sp, .5#)
crowbar (2 gp, 5#)
50 ft. hemp rope (1 gp, 10#)
grappling hook (1 gp, 4#)
flint and steel (1 gp, -)
explorer's outfit (-, 8#)
shortbow (30 gp, 2#)
arrows x20 (1 gp, 3#)
dagger (2 gp, 1#)
studded leather (25 gp, 20#)
thieves tools (30 gp, 1#)
greataxe (20 gp, 12#)
3 gp; 3 sp

My father is an adventurer.
Mikus "The Stone" Whitestone, is an adventurer, or as he puts it: he's a meatshield.
About thirteen years ago he cam back from some adventure with me, an half-orc cub. He didn't bother to explain it to anybody, or if he did, they haven't bothered to tell me. Sometimes when he's into his cups, which up until recently used to be pretty frequently, he was prone to say I was his responsibility, and that was it...

When I was about eight years old Mikus changed his nickname from "the Stone", to the town lush. He never bothered to explain that one either. Just one day he started drinking and didn't stop for 5 years. Don't worry about me, I did alright for myself. I've always been big for my age and I ended up trailing on with a gang of local hooligans. Mevvik Oakleg, a teenager then, thought I scared other kids (and I did). And it didn't take long for us to get involved in petty crime. I know what you're thinking, and I didn't do anything that bad. I mostly just kept watch or scared other kids by looking mean. Occasionally I would put my boot to a door, if we thought something worth taking was on the other side (that's how I got named "Sledge"). But for the most part, my life as an amateur criminal never really sat right. I just did it because it there was nothing else for me to do.

Then two years ago I came home to find a halfling sitting at my table. He comments on how big I am and then asks about my pa. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't had a pint or two, but I go to show the stranger the buisness end of my arm and I can't connect. Next thing I know, my head's ringing and he's on my chest telling me about my nasty fall.

That's how I met Rollo Bellybottom, one of my dad's old adventuring companions. He convinced me to take him to pa's old hang out, and they proceeded to get blitzed while I went home to sleep off my headache. The next morning we all got properly introduced and my old man's a changed man. They won't say why, just that there's something important to be done and my dad has to get back to his old self. And they start training.

Now I was just happy to have my respectable father back. I stopped conniving with criminals and got in on the training myself. Well, I watched a lot and brought buckets of water and food. After about a month Rollo comes into the house and says him and my dad got a mission. Him and my dad go off, and without their knowledge, I followed. They were after kobold bandits, and little did I know, but kobolds love traps. And before I knew it, I needed rescuing. They saved me almost straight away and as much as I got scolded I also got some real lessons. Rollo showed me some of his tricks. Those were good times.

Then a couple of months ago, Rollo said it was time. My pa, and he never did this before, not even when he was smashed, he cried as he told me good-bye. He left some gold and told me that when he comes back, we'll go off on an adventure together and he'll be my meatshield. And that's the last I saw of him. I know he'll be back, but part of me wonders if maybe he needs saving now.