About Indras HeskelIndras Heskel:
Indras Heskel
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Prehensile Tail
Favored Class Bonus: Ranger (+1HP) --------------------
1-level spells/day =2 spells known; DC 14
Argen, Ermine Familiar:
N Tiny animal Init +2; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +3 DEFENSE AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +2 natural, +2 size)
Speed 20 ft., climb 20 ft.
Str 3, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 12, Cha 5
When a weasel hits with a bite attack, it automatically grapples its foe, inflicting automatic bite damage each round. Background:
Indras Heskel has been much of an outcast during his entire life, born to a merchant’s wife in Zimar, he was almost slain as he gasped his first breath. His father was actually the merchant himself, though a very adequate witch that was tricked and duped by him, cursed him. As your heart has been determined to be black, so to shall the seeds you sow be cursed like the night. And so Indras was born as a very imp-like Tiefling instead of a normal baby. The merchant’s wife was arrested and tried for heresy for laying with a devil. The merchant was driven crazy with grief about his adulterous wife, who clinged until her death to her statement that she never made any deal with a devil or something. As the merchant looked upon the baby in his soon to be last hours, he wanted to kill poor Indras. At that point the witch that cursed him walked into his home. ”It is not the baby’s fault, you have brought this upon yourself when you tricked a lot of other souls in to wrong bargains. You have paid the price, now live with your ‘bad bargain’” The merchant couldn’t live with it, and Indras was brought up by the witch for a few years as he didn’t have any family left. During his youth he was bullied and picked upon by other kids for his strange and outerworldly looks. His long tail and rudimentary wings were fully displayed in his clothes as it hurt having them tucked in. His skin too was different, more hard and scalish, it wasn’t long before a group of devout paladins and inquisitors got wind of him being in Zimar. He didn’t know why he was picked up or why he was tortured, he was only glad that a certain witch relieved him out of his misery as she teleported him away to the countryside, close to the Border Wood. It is in these times he learned to wield a bow, by sacking the remains of an unaware hunter, that was surprised by a bear, he retrieved a shortbow and a tattered and torn cloak. Lots of training and practice made him a great archer, or at least gave him a knack for archery. Living a few months of his teenager life at the edge of Border Wood, he got quite attached to the way of living of the land. With enough time to spend honing his survival skills, he took up the job of adjusting his bow and creating his own arrows to survive on his own. Heldren was a small village, situated close by Indras’s whereabouts and for many years he never noticed it, being content with his hunting and trapping in his part of the forest. Though later, he found he could trade his own crafted bows and arrows there for a new cloak, winter clothing and rations he hadn’t tasted in a more than a decade. Whenever he goes to Heldren now, he keeps his hood up and his cloak hanging broadly over his shoulders, trying as hard as he can to hide his tail and wings under it, though sometimes the tip of his tail can be seen swinging side-to-side from underneath his cloak. At the moment Indras feels content about his life, simple and easy-going, enjoying the basics of life.
As for the holy men that were after him, a group of two clergymen were sent to Heldren and the Border Wood to seek signs of a tiefling that had escaped his justice. They were never heard from again, they didn’t even make it to Heldren proper. Personality:
Indras is quite stoic and cynical, because of his treatment in his youth he gets quite anxious and irritated with holy men around. He doesn’t believe in the ‘justice’ some of those holy men dispense, just because someone is different shouldn’t mean you have to kill him. On the other hand though, he isn’t one to take any prisoners; shoot first ask questions later, especially when you’re in hostile territory. Especially when dealing with vindicating clerics. Appearance:
He stand 5ft 6 inches tall when fully stretched, a slightly smaller than average human size. His lean legs and muscled arms give indications to his way of life, especially his bulky right arm that is used to pull the bowstring. Usually he wears his brown hooded cloak to hide his features, but underneath his hair is black with a few blond and light-brown streaks in it, pointy ears and milky-white eyes. |