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About Kirk Hetfield

Hair:Blond
Eyes:Green
Weight: 30lbs.
Height: 3'0"

HP:36

Speed:20ft. 4sq. base speed. 15ft. 3sq. with armor.

Initiative:+7

AC:17
Touch:14 Flat-Footed:11

Fortitude:+3 Reflex:+6 Will:+4

Base Attack Bonus:+2 Spell Resistance:+0
CMB:0 CMD:14

Weapons
Masterwork (Whipwood) Halfling Sling Staff: Bonus +6, Critical x3, Type B, Range 80ft, Ammo 48, Damage 1D6 (Ranged)/1D4 (Melee), Special +2 CMD vs. Sunder, +5 HP to weapon.
Dagger: Bonus +3, Critical 19-20x2, Type P/S, Range 10ft., Damage 1D3

Armor
Masterwork Studded Leather Bonus: +3, Type: Light, Check Penalty: 0, Spell Failure: 15%(none-Bard), Weight: 10lbs.

Other Gear
Masterwork Halfling Sling Staff
Bullets (48)
Masterwork Studded Leather
Dagger
Masterwork Mandolin (+2 circumstance bonus on perform checks.)
Back Pack
Bedroll
Flint & Steel
Belt Pouch
Halfling Trail Rations (3 days)
Waterskin
Explorer's Outfit
Ink (Vial)
Ink pen
Masterwork Backpack
Wooden Holy Symbol of Barbatos
Pipe
Pipe Weed (1 weeks worth)
1 potion of cure moderate wounds
Total Weight: 31lbs.

For the Group:

GP: 1,505
SP: 9

Skills
Acrobatics +9
Appraise +1
Bluff +4 (Sing +8)
Climb +6
Craft: Carpentry +1
Diplomacy +8
Disable Device +3
Disguise +3
Escape Artist +3
Handle Animal +7
Heal -1
Intimidate +3
Knowledge (Arcana) +6
Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +6
Knowledge (Engineering) +6
Knowledge (Geography) +6
Knowledge (History) +6
Knowledge (Local) +6
Knowledge (Nature) +6
Knowledge (Nobility) +6
Knowledge (Planes) +6
Knowledge (Religion) +6
Linguistics +1
Perception +8
Perform: Mandolin +10
Perform: Sing +8
Profession: Cook +3
Ride +3
Sense Motive -1 (Sing +8)
Sleight of Hand +3
Spellcraft +1
Stealth +7
Survival -1
Swim +0
Use Magic Device +8

Feats
Extra Performance: +6 rounds of bardic performance
Improved Initiative: +4 Initiative
Alertness: +2 sense motive and perception
Lingering Performance: Bardic Performance continues for two extra rounds after stopping.

Special Abilities
Fearless: +3 vs. fear.
Halfling Luck: +1 saving throws.
Keen Senses: +2 perception.
Sure-Footed: +2 acrobatics and climb.
Weapon Familiarity: Halfling
Racial Trait: Clumsy Slave (Nonleathal Attack Sense Motive vs. Bluff)
Racial Trait: Perfect Servant (+3 diplomacy checks vs. aristocrats)
Bardic Knowledge: +1 on all knowledge skills.
Bardic Performance: 12/17 rounds
Countersong, Distraction, Fascinate (10+1+3), Inspire Courage (+1), Versatile Performance (Sing: Bluff, Sense Motive), Well Versed (+4 performance vs. bardic performance, sonic, and language dependent effects), Inspire Competence +2 (use bardic performance to give +2 to a skill check).
AP Trait: Good Slip (+1 Bluff and Chelish Human ally may reroll 1 per day)

Spells
Level 0
Spells Known 6
Spells Save DC 13
Spells per Day 4
Bonus -

Level 1
Spells Known 5
Spells Save DC 14
Spells per Day 5
Bonus -

Level 0 Spells: Summon Instrument, Daze, Ghost Sound, Light, Prestidigitation, Detect Magic
Level 1 Spells: Hideous Laughter, Sleep, Charm Person, Grease, Remove Fear

Hero Points: 3

Origin
In the town of Longacre there lived a Halfling. But not just any Halfling, for this one was unhappy. You see, he did not have his own home. He did not know who his family was and he did not really have any of his own friends. What he did have was a Master and a not too all-together nice one at that. For Hetfield, like most all Halflings within the borders of Cheliax, is a slave. Owned by a businessman within Longacre, Hetfield toils away within a tavern. It is there that Hetfield is forced into a life not of his choosing.

Hetfield's primary job in the tavern is to cook food for the customers. He has become quite good at grilled rabbit with spiced potatoes. Although Master would never allow him to take credit for making it. Some nights Hetfield would stare down into his cooking pot and fantasize about what would happen if he were to poison the food. He would probably kill his Master and several other people in the tavern. But at least Master would be dead and then he could make his way out of town and flee to somewhere else. But where would he get the poison anyways? And honestly, where would he run? Besides, his short little legs wouldn't take him far. He could steal a horse but eventually a Hellknight would catch up to him. The hopelessness of the situation filled him with despair. Escape seemed impossible.

During the days, Hetfield would do various carpentry duties. Some days he would intentionally stumble about and break the Masters property. Just to get back at him. He would receive a kick for that. But Hetfield looked at it like an opening of sorts. If his Master looked at him like a blumbering fool then maybe at some point he could accidently slip a cooking knife into his gullet or a strike about the head. "That would show him."

But while Hetfield played the fool for his Master he knew when to seek an advantage. Whenever a rich aristocrat would visit the tavern, Hetfield was sharp. He was careful with his words. He made sure the table where they sat was clean and he always cooked and served the meals himself. He was quite literally the perfect servant. Several times an offer was made to purchase Hetfield from his Master but red-faced he would simply say "This Halfling would not do you justice. I have a slave girl in the back that would probably suit your fancy though." Truth is, his Master needed him to cook and was sure to give him a beating for embarrassing him in this way.

Sometimes his Master would take a risk. It was one of these times when he called Hetfield into his office. With his head bowed Hetfield wondered what he had done. When he looked up his Master was actually holding a genuine sling staff. Placing the weapon in his hand, Hetfield could only look down at the weapon in amazement. "Take that out to the barn and figure out how to use it. See if you can kill some of the rats out there. I might need you to break up some of the brawls that happen in here from time to time. Chairs are just getting too expensive to replace. I would rather risk your life than my own. That one guy tried to stab me the other night."
"I wish he would have," muttered Hetfield under his breath.

One night, an Elf traveling through town visited the tavern. Hetfield did not know his name and didn't really even care. Until he began to play his mandolin. Hetfield would listen to him play and sing while he cooked and the crowd enjoyed the songs. He was instantly fascinated. The next day Master sent him to buy some supplies. Before he left he stole his Master's ring which he used to trade for his very own mandolin. When he got back, he hid himself in the stable with only the horses as an audience. To his amazement he played the mandolin like he had been playing for years. But he did not play like the elf did. Instead he focused all his rage, anger, frustration, and sadness through the instrument. He thought of the family he never knew. The friends he wished he had. The wasted years of his young life that would have been spent doing something else. He took all of it and dedicated it to song. He played it all night long. In the morning he hid the mandolin and prayed to Asmodeus that his Master would never find it.

Master burst into Hetfield's sleeping quarters. The closet shook as he yelled, "Get out of bed you little runt!" Hetfield instantly became frightened. Had Master found his precious instrument? "I got a job for you," he sneered. He shoved the small piece of paper in Hetfield's face. Hetfield pushed it away so he could read it. Doing so, his Master said, "The Thrunes are offering gold pieces for the head of every one of those cursed vegepygmies and more for finding their lair. Bout time they did something." Hetfield was confused, "What do you want me to do?"
"Hope you have been practicing with that rat killer of yours, cause your going to go make me some money!"