
Momo Kimura |
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My favorite character was, mechanically and flavorfully... was my Elf Barbarian (Brutal Pugilist and Drunken Brute). He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed, more durable and hard hitting than the rest of his race. He reached level 11.
He was a prideful bugger who saw himself as someone who lost everything in his past and solved it with booze and prize fighting. The adrenaline rush as he beat things up with his fists and the drinking allowing him to soften his mental pains from the past.
Always saw magic in all its form as "The door that should stay shut". Always saw it as something that caused more problems than it solved. Something that was not natural and should be stomped out like a pest. It wasn't even because he was like the Black-Blooded Oracles or Dhampirs in which healing magic was harmful to him, you could just say he thought of it as the "I-Win Button that every caster had."
He died because he refused healing magics. When his party brought him back with magic and his money, he was disgusted and insulted. He died on his own terms in a fight in a far off land... battling three cyclopes... killing two of them... dying of his wounds with pride undamaged.
How did he get along with the overwhelming amount of casters usually found at PFS? "You stay on your side of this imaginary line with your magic, I will stick to my side with my fists and nothing more, don't cross it."