Markus Finley
Human Bruiser Rogue
HP: 11/11
AC: 13 (FF: 10 , Touch:13)
CMD: 13
Fortitude: +5
Reflex: +2
Will: +0
BAB: +0
CMB: +3
STR: 16 (+3)
DEX: 10 (0)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 13 (+1)
WIS: 10 (0)
CHA: 15 (+2)
Traits
Languages: Common
Speed: 30ft
Skilled
Sneak attack 1d6
Trapfinding 1
Strength Training
Surface Emissary
Armor Expert
Feats
Bludgeoner
Sap Adept
Skills
Swim +8
Climb+7, Diplomacy +7
Bluff +6, Disguise +6, Intimidate +6
Kn:Local +5
Escape Artist +4, Disable Device +4
Kn:Religion +2
Background Skills
Appraise+5, Sleight of Hand +4
Equipment 72/86 10g 2s
Masterwork Backpack
Explorer’s Outfit
Cleric’s Vestiments
Studded Leather
Heavy Mace
Dagger
Thieves’ tools, common
Canteen
Crowbar
Flint and Steel
Holy Text
Hooded Lantern
Oil x3
Cologne
Dice
Rope (50ft)
Tattoos
Trail Rations x3
Originally from Cessport, Markus Finley was Guild man, making his money in the ways one might expect from such an unsavory place. Unfortunately for him, Markus was smarter than his peers and saw the cutthroat life in Cessport wasn’t one you lived long. So, Mr.Finley came up with a brilliant idea, he’d leave the guild behind and move to Riverport. The place was huge and probably full of suckers with pockets rich in coin. A man like him, he’d could make more money there than he ever could in Cessport.
At first, things were good. Between a well scouted raid here and a few shakedowns there, Markus Finley was living like a king. But as all things do, the good times came to an end. He got sloppy, did things too loud and suddenly the watch were all over him. In Cessport, giving them the slip was no big deal, there was always a guild warehouse nearby. But in Riverport, there was no such luxury. Mr.Finley ended up taking a long swim down river before he got away. Flushed a good chunk of cash into the drink too. He managed to get back on his feet, but things were tighter for a while, the Watch knew who he was.
But Markus’s goose was cooked when the guild came calling. You see, he may have taken a few loans in the guild’s name before leaving Cessport and the guild wasn’t too happy with being saddled with the bill. Desperate to keep his former guild off his back, Mr.Finley went on a half-baked raid on some noble’s property that ended the only way it could. Hounded on all sides, Markus cut and run, making it all the way to Southport before the Watch caught him. Choosing between getting a knife in the ribs and jail was easy, he even kept his fingers thanks to a few well placed bribes.
Ten years passed, and the world forgot him. Just some minor thug left to rot for spiting some noble. But Markus, he never just gave up. If he waited long enough, the guards would make a mistake. Everyone always does. Sure enough, an opportunity came right up knocking and Mr.Finley took it. He’d already stowed away on a merchant vessel by the time they noticed he was gone. ‘Course the boat just had to be heading to Cessport. Grabbing whatever seemed valuable, the stowaway paid for passage going anywhere else, hoping his former guild hadn’t remembered his existence.
Using a few stolen books, Markus Finley took on a new identity as a traveling priest of Nera. His impersonation was believable enough to earn him a minor position in South Camino, the city he landed in. He was called on occasionally for guidance on gaining Nera’s blessing which he would regurgitate from books he’d bought or stolen whenever he could. The lie could only last so long though, so once the Admiral raised the need for an emissary for Prince Cadmael, Markus jumped at the chance.
