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14 posts. Alias of Silvertounge.


Full Name

Marton Belorne

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Gunslinger/Fighter 1

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

22

Alignment

CN

Languages

Common, Osiriani, Polyglot

Occupation

Smuggler

Strength 11
Dexterity 18
Constitution 12
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 16
Charisma 10

About Marton Belorne

Human{Garundi} Male {Pistolero}Gunslinger-Fighter{Lore Warden} 1
CN Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init +4; Perception +7
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AC 17, TAC 14, FAC 13
(+4 Armor, +4 Dex)
HP 11 (1 HD)
Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +4
Base Atk +1; CMB +1; CMD 15
Abilities: Str 11(0), Dex 18(4), Con 12(1), Int 12(1), Wis 16(3), Cha 10(0)
Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares)
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Battered Pistol: +6 1d8 (20/x4)
Daily Uses: Grit 3|3

Skills::

Adventuring
Acrobatics +6 (1 rank, 3 class, 4 Dex, -2 ACP)
Bluff +4 (1 rank, 3 class, 0 Cha)
Disable Device +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 trait, 4 Dex -2 ACP)
Knowledge(Nature) +5 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 Int)
Knowledge(Local) +5 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 Int)
Perception +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 3 Wis)
Survival +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 3 Wis)

Background
Craft: Alchemy +5 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 Int)
Profession: Smuggler +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 3 Wis)

ACP: -2

Character Stats::

Languages: Common, Osiriani, Polyglot
Feats: Point Blank Shot, Rapid Reload, Weapon Focus(Pistol)
Traits: Boarded in the Shackles (+1 Will saves), Nimble Fingers, Keen Mind (+1 Disable Device & is class skill)
SQ: Grit (3/day), Deeds (Quick Clear, Gunslinger's Dodge, Up Close and Deadly)

Equipment::

Worn: Studded Leather (20 lbs), Pistol (4 lbs), 2 Bandoliers w/ 10 bullets (10 lbs total), Powder Horn w/ 10 black powder charges (1 lb), Canteen (1 lb)

Backpack(8 lbs): Flint and Steel, Gunsmith's Kit, Thieves' Kit, Trail Rations (3)
60GP 7SP 1CP

Total Weight Carried: 35 lbs
Carrying Capacity: L:<38, M:39-76, H:77-115, OH:115, OG:230, P/D:575

Character Background::

It was the dead of the night in Port Peril. Raucous pirates stumbling from tavern to tavern on every block made for good cover as the young man quickly made his way to the docks. A few quick glances over his shoulder told him he was still being followed, but they were quite a ways away. He unslung his pack as he ducked into a pub, lifting a wide brimmed hat off a sleeping drunk. He took a seat at a table, slouched down low and pulled the hat over his face. He made sure to be watching the door from between his arms on the table, now imitating the poor sod he'd taken the hat from. Sure enough, a few moments later two men came in through the door. The scene was wild and loud, songs and drinking and dancing in every corner. One made for the back of the tavern, the other headed up the stairs. Perfect.

Marton lifted the bag slowly, trying not to attract to much attention. He kept the hat down low, tugging it to cover the side of his face that still faced the rear of the bar. A few steps more, and he was back in the open air of the night. He continued making his way to the docks. Those two might have been given the slip, but they were only the first of many who'd want to take what they were owed out of his hide. He needed out of port and he needed out fast.

Only one ship was set to leave in the morning, the Jeneviere. Bound for Sargava. Decent enough, he figured, I've never been to Sargava. No one's going to be looking to closely there.

Appearance and Personality::

Tall, lanky, pale: Marton doesn't quite fit the picture of the usual Shackles pirate. A poor smuggler if only for his lack of charisma, he excels at the shadowy side of circumventing the law. As a result, he is reserved and reluctant to open up, afraid that every word he says will be the word that gives him up or catch him in a lie.