| Full Name |
Kurr Moor (Valeros) |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Fighter/1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
20 |
| Special Abilities |
Meat shield |
| Alignment |
CN |
| Languages |
Common, Varisian |
| Strength |
16 |
| Dexterity |
15 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
12 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
11 |
About Kurr Moor
Noble at heart, and fiercely loyal to his friends, Valeros nevertheless hides
such sentiments under a jaded and crass demeanor, frequently observing
that there’s nothing better than ending a day with an evening of hard
drinking and a night of soft company.
Valeros was born on a quiet farm in Andoran, and just a month before a marriage of convenience to a local farmer’s daughter could lock
him into place, Valeros came to the realization that the door to a storybook life of adventure was at last closing for good. Seized by a sudden,
desperate need for a larger life than cattle and corn, Valeros packed quietly and left in the middle of the night. In the years since, Valeros
has come a long way from the wide-eyed young man who sought only the joy of exploration, and maybe a pretty, worldly girl or three to
regale with his stories. After acting as hired muscle for dozens of different employers, Valeros finally realized that the only way to keep from
getting blamed for things which weren’t his fault was to join the Pathfinder Society, traveling with those who properly appreciated him and
letting those who didn’t fall by the wayside. And if some of those companions happen to be pretty women, all the better.
