| Full Name |
Ken M. |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
12 level peasent |
| Gender |
M |
| Size |
Round |
| Age |
Some where in the middle |
| Special Abilities |
Good with a hoe |
| Alignment |
CG |
| Deity |
God..the big one |
| Location |
In a field |
| Languages |
Foul mostly |
| Occupation |
Peasent says it all |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
10 |
| Constitution |
10 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
10 |
About Ken M
When you stand in mud all day you find time to reflect about life. I’m married, have a son. I think I’m happy, but have no idea of a set standard of happiness.
I find some time to DM this game called D&D, where my fellow peasants dream of being heroes, going on quests, finding ancient treasures while killing everything in site.
Life’s hard being a peasant, back breaking labor. Mud, lots of it. Angry masters, eager taxmen, and when my strength fails, I’m shoved aside, forgotten till I’m laid to rest in a paupers grave.
So life sucks, but I have a new hoe, kind of makes it all worthwhile.
