Kellum Woodsmen's page

AC 12,
Touch 12,
Flat-footed 10,
CMD 11,

Fort 2,
Ref 2,
Will 3,

CMB -1,
Base Attack Bonus 0
Quarterstaff -1 (1d6/1d6, x2)
Crossbow, Light (Bolt) +2 (1d8, 19-20 x2)
(+2 Dex)
Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 13, Cha 10
Condition None

Speed 40 ft.
Melee bite +2 (1d4+1)
Str 13, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 11 (15 vs. trip)
Skills Acrobatics +1 (+9 jumping), Perception +8, Survival +1 (+5 scent tracking); Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics when jumping, +4 Survival when tracking by scent

Personality
Kellum is friendly if not a little awkward, He tends to approach people with kindness and benevolence, Quick to give aid and offer assistance. This being said he isn't forthright, He understands the important of keeping information private, Especially the nature of his magic. If asked he will say he is a Healer, An explanation that usually enough for peasants, But if questioned with further scrutiny he will claim is magic is druidic in nature.

Kellum is particularity sensitive to dreams, Prone to quasi-prophetic nightmares, Ones where incidents in his past are revisited with certain aspects of it changed. He is fearful of the unknown power of his patron, But has come to rely on the power and knowledge it brings him, to survive. And will continent to use it. Suspecting that the source may not be benevolent, But vowing to use it for benevolent purposes.

Appearance
Kellum is a pale unkempt Woodsman, Living most of his life outdoors he reflects this lifestyle in his Appearance.

He stands at 5'8, With Hazel brown eyes, He has dirty blonde hair matted thick with grease and dirt, A similarly greasy dirty blonde beard that has gone a few years without a shave.

He is dressed in heavily re-patched cloth, stained heavily with mud and dirt, clearly rarely if ever washed.

He tends to carry everything he would need to survive in the wilderness on his person. A patched backpack weighed down with rope, tools, and a bedroll strapped to the side, At his hip there are three small Scroll cases and a flask he keeps strapped to himself for easy access.

Kellum was born a peasant of farmers, His mother died in childbirth and his father soon after; Grief Stricken. Orphaned as an infant his care was taken on by his Aunt and her husband, An arrangement that would soon prove to be a living hell for Kellum.

Kellum's Uncle was a drunk, Angry at the world around him and easy to enrage, Most nights he would come home from the fields drunk, Many of those nights he would turn on his wife, Beating her for displeasing him in some minor way, He would level this same punishment onto Kellum. His aunt was no better, Treating Kellum like a burden she never wanted, Cold even when subjected to the same treatment as her.

At the Age of 9, During a particularly bad fight between his aunt and uncle Kellum left the house, Something he did regularly when his adopted parents fought. Heading into the nearby woods, to a grove near a creek-bed that he regularly used as a sanctuary. This evening though when he came to his grove, under a tree sat a dog, He approached the animal to find it was near starved and injured. Pitying the animal he fed it and aided it as best as he could before leaving and returning home. When he came back again to his grove, the dog was still there. And he stayed there becoming Kellum's secret pet.

A few months had passed since Kellum befriended the Dog he had come to name Bono, Again Kellum fled his home, this time in tears and with a purple bruise on the side of his head, An outcome of his uncles wrath. Coming to his sanctuary, he hid, Panicked and in tears he spoke to Bono telling him about what had happened, How he hated his uncle, and how he wanted to leave. He didn't really exspect Bono to respond, But it felt good to have something to talk to.

"I can help you" Said a deep voice

Kellum surprised looked around for the voice, But only saw Bono. "Hello, Who's there?" he called out to the forest around him.

"It's me" Said the deep voice again, not coming from the forest, but from the mouth of Bono.

Kellum leaped back, Dog's can't talk he thought to himself. His mind leaping to folk tales of evil spirits masquerading as animals. When he expressed this to Bono simple waved it away, reiterating his offer of help. Kellum convinced that this was some sort of Evil jumped up to leave. But before he could break the tree line back into the forest. Bono spoke again.

"He's going to kill you, You know?" said the deep voice, Kellum looked back at Bono. "I have seen it, An unmarked grave. A swing to hard, Unintentional murder, But a murder none the less... But should you-" Kellum turned before the voice could go on, Running back to him home and his Uncle. Convinced he would never come back.

That night he was pummeled by nightmares, Visions of his uncle enraged beyond what he had ever seen, the scene of a teenage Kellum getting struck down, skull bashing against the floor so hard blood poured out. Not only did he see it, He felt it. And woke up in a cold sweat and a throbbing pain in his head. He told himself it was just a nightmare, But somewhere inside him he believed what he saw, was what would come to pass.

That night he again left to go to his grove, Meeting Bono there. Bono offered him, He promised two things. To free Kellum from the yolk of his Folks, To provide Kellum with the knowledge to survive on his own. When asked why he was helping, Bono simply said. "Repayment." Bono left, and As per his instructions Kellum stayed, Waiting for an hour before heading back to his home. When he arrived home he found the bodies of his uncle and aunt, mangled with their throats torn out. Bono sat in the room with blood dripping from his mouth. On some level Kellum knew this is what was going to happen, But it still shocked him.

When he attempted to flee, but Bono talked him down. "You will never survive out in the wilderness on your own, I still need to repay my dept" Reluctantly he stayed with Bono, fleeing his folks home and as a 10 year old boy, Fled into the wilderness.

Kellum learned over the next 19 years that the nice friendly dog he knew was a different creature then what spoke to him in that deep voice, It was revealed to him that the deep voices name was Illcry, and whole Kellum loved Bono as a best friend, Illcry was a thing he mistrusted and feared, But he was forced on his own, To rely on Illcry for many thing. Illcry taught him way's to survive, And then words of power to assist in survival. Kellum learned to live off the land and wonder the forests, using the powers he had gained from his Pact with Illcry, To provide assistance to the injured and sick of the many peasant villages he knew of, and in return get assistance from them.

Kellum want's to understand the nature of his Pact, He wants to know if Illcry has malevolent intents, He wants to help people, In some way hoping that would make up for the death's of his Uncle and Aunt, who he blamed himself as much as Illcry for killing. And as much as he would deny it, He wants to grow more in power, Granted he want's to do that as a means to further help people, But he still wants it, and has no plan of ending his Pact with Illcry anytime soon.