| Full Name |
Hellmouth, personal aid to Venture Captain Lucretia |
| Race |
Old Dude |
| Classes/Levels |
Wizard 9, Diabolist 7, Best Dad Ever >= 20 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
Older than you, your daddy, and your grand daddy! Not too old to date your girlfriend though, hehehe... |
| Special Abilities |
Other than style, being one bad dude, I'd say probably 8 levels of arcane coolness. |
| Alignment |
Irrelevant. |
| Deity |
Asmodeish... Religion is for suckers. |
| Location |
12. Gristol Block, Korvosa, Pathfinder Lodge |
| Languages |
More than you |
| Occupation |
Aid to Venture Captain Lucretia of Korvosa, conjurer of said Venture Captain, Dale's stepdad, seeker agent. |
About Hellmouth
Wham!!! First!
Anyway,
So, like, since he's not here I guess it's up to me to write this and stuff. So here we goo peeps, we're doing this!
My personal aid Hellmouth is a pretty chill dude. He likes the normal stuff humans like... Like fishing trips with his son Dale, getting high, getting laid, snorting shiver off of devil thighs, you know, the real spice of life stuff.
Anyhow, he's a legit dude. I should probably give his credentials and stuff... Ehm... Yeah... He graduated with a fancy paper of some sort from the Acadamae, then he worked for the fancy University in Egorian or somethin', and then I came along and was 2 cool 4 school, and impressed the 10 masked jerks, and now he's stuck as my personal aid. Just 'cause he called me don't mean he calls the shots! Finger guns!
Anywhat, he's a chill dude who likes stuff, does stuff, and helps out.
In collusion: no imp could ask for a better personal dude than I've got, and you can't have him. I'll break your dang femurs.
~Venture Captain Lucretia, of the Korvosa Lodgeish.
