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Strength 18
Dexterity 10
Constitution 13
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 12
Charisma 10

About Mite Medvyed

Mithlumin “Mite” Medvyed


Mithlumin “Mite” Medvyed
NG Male Half-Elf (Human, Elf) Slayer (Ankou’s Shadow) 1
Init +0; Senses Perception +7; low-light vision


AC 14, Touch 10, Flat-Footed 14 ( +4 Armor )
HP 12 (1d10+2)
Fort +3; Ref +2, Will +1, 1 trait bonus on Will saves made against Fey spells and supernatural abilities

Speed 30 ft.
Melee butchering axe ++4 (3d6+6/x3) or cold iron dagger +5 (1d4+4/19-20 x2)
Ranged sling +1 (1d4+4/x2) or cold iron dagger +1 (1d4+4/19-20 x2)
Special Attacks Shadow Double

Str 18, Dex 10, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +; CMB +; CMD
Feats Extoic Weapon Proficiency (Butchering Axe) ; Weapon Focus
Skills Acrobatics [1] +4; Bluff [1] +4; Climb [1] +8; Heal [1] +5; Perception [1] +7; Ride [1] +4; Stealth [1] +4; Survival [1] +5
Background Skills Knowledge (Geography) ]1] +6; Profession (Woodsman) [1] +5
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Sylvan
Traits : Social Clever Wordplay(UMD)
Campaign: Noble Born(Medvyed)
SQ track, Multitalented, Elf Blood
Favored Class +1 HP
Alternate Racial Trait Adaptability replaced with Ancestral Arms
Combat Gear acid flask, sling bullets (10)
Other Gear butchering axe, cold iron dagger, sling, lamellar leather armor, slayer’s kit


I’m not looking for a novel, but I am looking for enough to judge you as a writer and judge your character as a character. A complete background has the following parts.
--- A background section. This should tell me how your characters got their skills, who they value in life, and why they’re interested in a trip to the Stolen Lands.

“They say that fey stalk these woods,” Dumefoofer said. The orc stood and hefted a large sack over one shoulder. His club rested on the other. The massive hunk of wood that was his club was stained crimson and still had bits bone wedged into it. And...was that a tooth? It was! That would be a nice addition to the collection at Dumefoofer's belt. Some of the others liked to keep ears or fingers. But Dumefoofer was the smart one. Teeth will not decay into nothing.

The other orc, Craggler, snorted, “Ain’t no prancing fairy gonna come around here. They’d see what we’ve done and run the other way!” Craggler sauntered over to the wriggling, pink human, her rusty axe gripped in both hands.

Dumefoofer shook his head slowly. He almost felt sorry for the thing. The rest had had the good fortune to die right away. Now Craggler could take her time. Craggler loved to take her time. Dumefoofer sighed and set the sack of plundered goods on the ground and leaned against an overturned cart. No point in holding the heavy back. This would be a while.

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While the guards had clashed with the orcs, Sernil Medvyed had ushered his sons up the oak tree. He had handed his eldest son, Mithlumin, a brown-gray, wool blanket to hide beneath. With his children safe, Sernil turned to face the orcs and was rewarded with an enormous, spiked club to the chest.

Mithlumin’s father writhed on the ground. His blood began to pool but the flow stopped when Sernil sucked in a breath. Mithlumin could only watch as the man who had been good and kind drowned in his own lifeblood.

“What’s happening, Mite?” A muffled whisper came from Mithlumin's brother.

“Be quiet,” Mithlumin whispered back. He squeezed his younger brother tight. Erastil's bows! Tanlinahn never could keep his mouth shut. Nevermind that Mithlumin could not understand what the orcs were saying.

The brothers waited until the orcs left. Then waited another hour. Finally, Mithlumin climbed down from the tree.

“Nahn, I need you to keep your eyes closed and jump down to me,” Mithlumin said.

“But if my eyes are closed I can't tell where I'm jumping to,” Tanlinahn replied.

“Just jump to my voice. I'll catch you.”

”You'll drop me!”

“I won't.

“You will.”

“Nahn, get out of the damn tree!” Mithlumin shouted. He regretted yelling at his brother even as he said the words. Mithlumin took a deep breath, [/b]“Nahn, there are a lot of scary things around us right now. And I need you to not look at them, okay? That means you’ve got to trust me and do this with your eyes closed, okay?”[/b]

“Okay, Mite,” Tanlinahn nodded, tears squeezing out from under his closed eyelids and jumped.

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Mithlumin slung his bags over the horse and climbed into the saddle. He pulled a large axe up from the ground and tucked it under one arm like a misshapen lance. A voice called from the doorway of the stables.

“Are you sure that we can’t convince you to stay?” The voice belonged to Dilanna Stonethroe, daughter of the goat herder that owned the ranch. “I’m sure if you stayed, father would be more than happy to leave you the ranch.”

Dilanna let the implication of her words linger in the air. And Mithlumin was more than happy to play the fool. He had long since felt resentment at the idea that old Stonethroe had only taken the Medvyed brothers in in hopes of gaining prestige.

“I’ve never been good at tending goats. Besides, it’s been far too long since I’ve been to Restov. It will be nice to see how Nahn’s education has been going.”

Now it was Dilanna’s turn to play the fool. She pretended to believe Mite. To believe that he was only going on a short trip to visit his brother. That he would be back in a few months. That he was not chasing a band of orcs across the country.

Dilanna forced a smile and stepped to the side, “When you get back,Mite, we’ll have a feast to celebrate your return.”


Mithlumin “Mite” Medvyed
Age: 25
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair: Black. Below shoulders.
Eyes: Amber


If someone were to call Mite "cold" or "callous" they would, surely, only be seeing half of the picture. While most of Mite's love or kindness is almost exclusively reserved for his younger brother, Nahn, his insensitive exterior is just that: a facade.

Mithlumin “Mite” Medvyed is a driven individual. Once he sets his mind to something it becomes an obsession. Granted, he may be willing to put an obsession on hold for another task but, he is more than likely doing so in order to further the larger goal. It is this determination that others often mistake for a lack of compassion. In fact, Mite tends to have a difficult time letting immoral or acts go unpunished. A habit that has further alienated himself from the people in Stoneclimb.

Some may see failure as a chance to learn. Mite would say those people are idiots. Failure is just that. Failure to to protect the herd from a wolf. Failure to pay for Nahn’s schooling. Failure to save his father.


Track down Dumefoofer. Whether or not this ends in bloodshed, I don't know. I would like the story and Mite's development to decide that.
Mite has taken out loans from seedier individuals to help pay for Nahn's schooling. He has no intention on repaying the debts anytime soon….


Family Member - Tanlinahn or simply Nahn: Mite’s younger brother. The more kind hearted of the brothers. Mite used every copper they had to send Nahn to Restov. And nearly every coin earned Mite earned went to support Nahn. When word was received that Nahn did not have enough money to pay his way into the Aldori Academy, Mite took out loans to make it happen.
Friend/Acquaintance - Dilanna Stonethroe: daughter of Garrett Stonethroe. Raised alongside Mite, she harbors a childhood crush. Mite does not (or cannot) reciprocate her feelings.
Rival/Enemy - Dumefoofer: one of the two orcs that attacked the caravan and the one who killed Mite’s father, Sernil. The other, Craggler was found years after the attack having been slain by a travelling group of adventurers. In a rare instance of splurging, Mite spent saved coin to purchase the oversized axe off of the adventurers and had it repaired.