About Ibid.Ibid. Oxley Abel
--------------------
--------------------
base:
w/ Point Blank Shot:
w/ Point Blank Shot and Deadly Aim:
w/ Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim, and Rapid Shot:
w/ Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim, and Vital Strike:
Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (DC 12, 1d6), grit (2)
--------------------
Base Atk +6; CMB +6; CMD 22 Feats Clustered Shots[UC], Deadly Aim, Gunsmithing[UC], Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Rapid Reload, Rapid Shot, Vital Strike Traits highlander (hills or mountains), never stop shooting Skills Acrobatics +12 (+17 to make high or long jumps), Climb +6, Craft (alchemy) +4, Knowledge (planes) +5, Knowledge (religion) +4, Perception +10, Stealth +13 (+15 in hilly or rocky areas), Survival +6, Swim +5; Racial Modifiers highlander (hills or mountains) Languages Common SQ agile feet (4/day), aura, deeds (deadeye, fast musket, gunslinger initiative, pistol-whip, quick clear, steady aim), liberty's blessing, musket training Combat Gear oil of bless weapon (CL 2nd) (x5), potion of align weapon (chaos only) (x3), potion of cure moderate wounds (x5), potion of invisibility (x2), potion of protection from chaos (x3), potion of protection from evil (x3); Other Gear +2 mithral shirt, musket +2, masterwork musket, alchemical cartridge (paper) (100), scythe, amulet of natural armor +1, ring of jumping, backpack, bedroll, chalk, grappling hook, silk rope (50 ft.), waterskin, 467 gp, 8 sp, 9 cp --------------------
Ibid.'s Background:
Ibid isn’t a real name, it is a reminder of failed potential. A poor attempt at humor and a tribute to an older sibling, who was the measure and reference for everything Ibid tried to live up to. He’d given the name to himself, after washing ashore on an unfamiliar beach, hundreds of miles from home, nearly burned to death. He’d always been compared to his elder brother, they were the same but only years apart, and after surviving a harrowing wreck at sea, Ibid’s new goal in life was to live up to this comparison.
Born to a family of privilege and learning, on the island nation of Hermea. The red sandstone walls of Promise and the resolute will of Mengkare protected his childhood, leaving sixteen years of structured, regimented study, pondering countless curriculums and intellectual musings. His mother and father were scholars of no small note, each targeted from separate, far-flung corners of the Inner Sea and recruited for citizenship by agents of Hermea. His elder brother seemed greater than the sum of their individual parents, delivering astonishing breakthroughs within the fields of alchemy, natural science, engineering, and the arcane arts; recognized for his unlimited potential and as one who could be the long awaited realization of Mengkare’s Glourious Endeavor. And yet, when it was Ibid’s time to shine, he failed spectacularly. At the age of 16 he was unable to secure his citizenship by passing the trial set before him, required of all citizens of Hermea. And in one night, found himself no longer apart of his family- not by their choosing, but by his own. The unforgivable shame and dishonor he felt, drove him to skulk beyond the red sandstone walls of Promise and barter passage off the island of Hermea on a departing Sargavan vessel. He knew he did not deserve to be a part of this Glorious Endeavor, and chose a lonely, desolate exile warranted by his failures. But the Sargavan vessel never reached its destination, and days after setting out from Promise, the half-charred and nearly drowned body of Ibid washed ashore on the western coast of Cheliax. He could not remember what happened in detail, and found only vague effigies in sleep of the agonizing sear of fire and the dread of slipping beneath dark, ravenous waves. For twenty-eight long years, the looming failures of his past drove Ibid to a continued escalation of greater and more perilous undertakings as a pathfinder, as if to redeem his past misgivings. An attempt to prove his worth and earn the citizenship he failed to secure. A childhood spent in stuffy, ordered lectures left Ibid with a desire to explore the world and to keep others from the monotony and torture of strictly regimented life, which in turn lead him to Desna. This drive has now led Ibid to the most dangerous undertaking yet, delving the dreaded Tomb of Horrors. |
