I think Jakob's a sophmore. He's not quite clueless enough to be a freshman, but he's not worrying about graduation either.
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Well that got a little rambly.
Jakob reached the top of the hill with his legs on fire, clouds of steam billowing off him as hot sweat hit cold air. He paused for a moment, panting for breath, and Mark threw an empty water bottle at him. It bounced off his head. "Thirty four forty seven," Shelley laughed. "One more lap." He looked at her with murder in his eyes, and she just smirked at him. He started running along the ridge again. The loop was a mile exactly, but it went up the steepest, longest hill on campus. Five minutes was the target the runners on campus shot for. Jakob was trying to beat the campus record of making seven laps in under five minutes each. He had one lap left to go, and thirteen seconds to spare. He knew he couldn't do it. Shelley knew he couldn't do it, sitting there on the tailgate of the pickup truck with Mark. He was the head of the runner's club, and the record holder. He was there to make sure Jakob didn't cheat. Shelley was supposed to be there to cheer him on, but seemed more interested in throwing things at him and drinking Starbuck's. His legs pumped under him, and he didn't let the agony slow him down. He didn't kick back and gravity pull him down the hill, he pushed. When he got to the bottom of the hill he looked up and saw her laughing, with Mark's hand on her shoulder. He was running his legs off and she was having a laugh with Mark. It wasn't like she was breaking any rules. Jakob and Shelley weren't dating or anything. She was just his best friend. Maybe he was a little bit in love with her, but he'd never quite found the right moment to say anything. Now, he was at the bottom of the hill and from here, it looked like she was flirting with Mark. He saw red. "Twenty four thirty three," she said. He looked up, and caught the water bottle she lobbed him. "That can't be right," he gasped between breaths. "It's right," Mark said, shaking his head. "I don't know how you did it, but you ran the last mile faster than the first seven." Jakob nodded. He'd won. He would probably be happy about it once he could breath again. He gulped down water and tried to feel happy about it. "You guys want to grab dinner later?" Mark said. His hand was still on Shelley's back. "Don't you have your game tonight?" Shelley said. Jakob nodded. He won, but apparently Mark got the girl. He saw red again. He had a vision of beating Mark bloody, and anyone else who tried to take her. That wasn't the world he lived in, though. He didn't even have the guts to tell her how he felt. He turned away and started back down the hill to his dorm. "Shower," he wheezed. It was a good out. "Call me after the game?" Shelley called after him. He waved without looking back.
Stupid question, maybe, but how do I know what my ups saves AC etch are?
Spotty over Thanksgiving.
aka Quiet Jakob: minor tweaks made to the background to fit TFC. background:
Jakob is a sophmore on a need-based scholarship, and is the first in his family to go to college. Back in high school, he was a straight up nerd. Skinny, weak, picked on mercilessly and constantly. His dad insisted he go out for football and never let him forget that he was on the JV squad. Jakob spent most of his free time gaming with his friends, the fantasy escape of RPGs allowing him to endure the misery of his real life. He got his size (6'4") and weight (225#) the summer before his senior year, and discovered that suddenly people weren't interested in picking on him. He made varsity that year. Dad couldn't have been prouder. When he applied for college, he outraged his father by avoiding schools with football programs and going off to tiny TFC instead. Dad argued that a need-based scholarship was a handout, while an athletic scholarship was earned. Jakob was just happy to get out of town.
He is something of an oddity on campus, avoiding becoming a part of a clique, but hanging out with all different people. He's friendly and fun, and will always back up his friends, no matter what. He hates bullying, and is usually able to talk his friends out of that kind of behavior, when he's around. He's big enough that he's usually able to talk strangers out of it too. stats:
Strength 12
Dexterity 11 Constitution 12 Intelligence 10 Wisdom 10 Charisma 12 Jakob is not the best student in the world, or the worst. He is here on scholarship and on weekends, he's the life of the party. traits:
Resolute (You gain a +1 trait bonus on Will saves against mind-affecting effects, and on Fortitude saves against drugs or poisons.)
Jakob is stubborn as a donkey, and no matter how much he drinks, he never seems to lose control. Silent Hunter (You gain a +1 trait bonus on Stealth checks, and Stealth is always a class skill for you.) He has a knack for coming and going without being noticed. It's how he got his nickname. class/race: Human to start with. Thinking of Demon-spawn Tiefling for later, but kind of waiting to see how the evolution words.
Class=Bloodrager: Abyssal Bloodline Jakob is a solidly good guy, but there is darkness. Whatever it was they injected him with has produced some chilling changes in him. Now, when danger threatens, he can tap into his enhanced body chemistry to fuel a rage that makes him far stronger and tougher than he is ordinarily. When he draws on it, his body actually changes. The bones in his fingers strengthen and sharpen, forming fierce talons. (At 1st level, you grow claws while bloodraging. These claws are treated as natural weapons, allowing you to make two claw attacks as a full attack, using your full base attack bonus. These attacks deal 1d6 points of damage each (1d4 if you are Small) plus your Strength modifier. At 4th level, these claws are considered magic weapons for the purpose of overcoming damage resistance. At 8th level, the damage increases to 1d8 points (1d6 if you are Small). At 12th level, these claws become flaming weapons, which deal an additional 1d6 points of fire damage on a hit.) As his control over this biochemical rage deepens, he finds he is able to cause even deeper changes in his body. At 4th level, when entering a bloodrage, you can choose to grow one size category larger than your base size (as enlarge person) even if you aren't humanoid. Spell choices would be examples of further control. Mostly self-buffs, possibly some attacks that could be explained a psychic manifestation of the dark, biochemical fury within him. |