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About Koro Hays

HP: 15
XP: 0
SD: 20
Resolve: 5
Speed: 7
Resilience: 4
Hero Points: 2

Characteristics

Physical [Primary]:

• Strength ****
  
• Dexterity ***
  
• Constitution ***
  

Social [Tertiary]:

• Charisma **
  
• Fellowship *
  
• Composure **
  

Mental [Secondary]:

• Intelligence *
  
• Wisdom ***
  
• Willpower ***
  

Skills

Mental [Secondary] 6

• Academic Lore (Int)
  
• Arcana (Int)
  
• Common Lore (Int)
  
• Salvage (Int) **
  
• Crafts (Wis) **
  
• Draw (Int) *
  
• Forbidden Lore (Int)
  
• Medicae (Wis)
  
• Monster Lore (Int)
  
• Perception (Wis) *
  
• Politics (Wis)
  
• Tech-use (Int)
  

Physical [Primary] 8

• Brawl (str) ***
  
• Athletics (con) **
  
• Acrobatics (dex) **
  
• Ballistics (Str)
  
• Larceny (Dex)
  
• Stealth (Dex) **
  
• Weaponry (Str)
  

Social [Tertiary] 4

• Animal Ken (Com) *
  
• Charm (Fel)
  
• Command (Cha) *
  
• Disguise (Fel)
  
• Deceive (Cha)
  
• Intimidation (Cha) **
  
• Performer (Fel)
  
• Persuasion (Cha)
  
• Scrutiny (Com)
  

{biggest]Special Abilities/Class Abilities[/biggest]

• +1 to all melee attack and damage rolls.
  

Gauntlet Style

• Rip, Tear, Maim, Kill
  

Feats

• Jaded: You never need to roll fear checks against normal scenes of gore and death.
  
• Power Attack: Hit less often, but do more damage.
  
• Frenzy: Work yourself into a frothing rage and you get stronger and stupider.
  
• Weapon Proficiency: (Melee III)
  
• Armor Proficiency: (Simple)
  
• Sound Constitution: Gain 1 additional Hit Point.
  

Equipment:

• Gauntlets
  

Background

• Allies: *
  
• Artifact:
  
• Backing:
  
• Contacts: *
  
• Fame:
  
• Followers:
  
• Holdings: *
  
• Inheritance: *
  
• Mentor: ***
  
• Status:
  
• Wealth:
  

Orphaned, lives with “Aunt and Uncle” (Humans), Lived a carefree life with the stories of the great hero’s. One day during high noon a man strutted into town. Battered and bleeding but, poised. He was an older man, gruff on the face with a permanent glare. He was the coolest person I have ever seen. In a young stupor I ran over to the man asking all sorts of questions, being more of a bother than I was a helping hand. Of course he glazed over my questions, instead interrupting with his own.
“Market?” Enticed the gruff man I was following.
I pointed over towards the other side of our small town instinctively. He slowly carried on. As he walked in front of me I looked up and down his person. Signs of war, his armor scratched and his sword dull. Of course as a boy I didn’t know this but now know better since. I followed the man around our town as he went from market to the elder to the newly built shack on the outskirts of the town next to a small creek. I frequented his homely hut every day, following him around but staying out of his way. He was tense at first but slowly warmed up and started answering some of my questions that I posed him. He helped me learn the ways of hunting and made my dreams come true.