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About Jessop

HP 10
AC 19
F/R/W +3/+0/+5
Attacks: Morningstar - +1, 1d8+1, x2

Traits: Armor Expert (Reduce armor check penalty by 1), World Traveler (+1 Diplomacy checks)
Skills (Armor Check Penalty -8): Diplomacy +6, Sense Motive +7
Feats: Heavy Armor Proficiency, Selective Channeling

Domains: Chaos, Luck
Spells (3/2+1):
Orisons - Create Water, Light, Mending
1st - Command, Divine Favor, True Strike*

Class Features:
Channel Energy - 1d6, 5 times per day
Touch of Chaos - Target must roll twice on next round d20 roll and take lowest; 6 times a day.
Bit of Luck - Target may roll twice on next round d20 roll and take the better result; 6 times a day

Equipment: Splint Mail, Heavy Wooden Shield, Morningstar, Belt Pouch (Flint and Steel, Chalk (5), Holy Symbol (wooden)), Backpack (Hemp Rope, Trail Rations (10), Waterskin), 12g 9s

Appearance: Jessop would look handsome if he'd just stop scowling, but he almost never does. He's of moderate height and build, with hazel eyes and auburn hair that is already lightly dusted with grey. His eyes usually have dark pockets under them and he almost always looks tired.

Background: Here he was, getting ready to join the ranks of the Silver Fist as was the duty of any Silveri Imperial worth his salt, and that was when the gods decided to start speaking to Jessop. They were loud and obnoxious, clamoring for him to do this or that, and they seemed never to stop. At first, Jessop just assumed he'd gone mad. If only he'd been so lucky.

His father, a simple businessman of moderate wealth, immediately recognized his son's affliction. It had happened to Jessop's uncle, too. Apparently, Jess's dad told him, their family was "favored" by the gods. For a good Silveri, the only fate worse would be to wake up one day and find yourself casting fireballs around the room and summoning demons.

Jessop's father gave him a bag full of money and told him to run before the Empire came calling. Whether Hand or Fist, no good would come of it. Jessop made his farewells to his family and hit the road filled with shame and self-loathing. The gods, for their part, never shut up. Not even for a minute.

Since then, Jessop has wandered the world, earning just enough to keep himself alive by taking odd jobs here and there. He's learned that as long as he gives the gods an hour or so in the morning to say their peace that they'll usually stay silent for the rest of the day.

He's joined up with a caravan which he's heard is headed to the Holy Lands, hoping that once he gets there somebody will know how he can rid himself of this divine blessing he's been cursed with.