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17 posts. Alias of Egoish.


Full Name

Morvius Krupt

Race

Human(Chelaxian)

Classes/Levels

Inquisitor/1

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

19

Alignment

CG

Deity

Besmara

Strength 12
Dexterity 16
Constitution 14
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 14
Charisma 8

About Morvius Crispin

Sheet:

Human(Chelaxian), Iconoclast Inquisitor of Besmara (Storm Subdomain)
Traits Besmara's Blessing, Focused Mind
Init +3 Senses perception +7
Ac 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (10+3 dex)
HP 10 (d8+1+1) (favoured class bonus +1 hp)
Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +4
Defensive abilities Shake Effects,Stern Gaze +1
Speed 30ft
Melee
Ranged
Offensive abilities Storm Burst, Judgement 1/day
Spells (CL 1; concentration +5)
1st - 2/day - DC13 - cure light wounds, wrath
0th - Ultd - DC12 - stabilise, guidance, detect magic, light
Str 12 Dex 16 Con 14 Int 10 Wis 14 Cha 8
Base atk +0; CMB +3: CMD 14
Feats Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot
Skills Climb +5, Intimidate +4, Perception +8, Profession Sailor +7, Sense Motive +7, Stealth +7, Swim +5.
Languages Common
Treasure/equipment Adventurers outfit, studded leather armour, rapier, shortbow, 20 arrows, wooden holy symbol of Besmara

History:
Born on a storm tossed night on a tavern table in the colony of Sargava, the son of a pirate captain who had long fled back to sea and a tavern wench. From the second the boy was born the midwife declared he was blessed by the Godess of Piracy, something his mother has tried to fight against all of his life. Raised in the tavern on the docks by his mother and the kind hearted couple who owned the tavern, surrounded by sailors and pirates all his life it seemed only a matter of time until he took off on a ship himself, for a few years now he has worked on merchant vessels but as work gets harder and harder to find a life of piracy seems more and more attractive. As an agent of Besmara he ensures that priates use skills to make their luck rather than relying on magic items.

Description:
5'8" and light on his feat, Morvius keeps his hair in a short ponytail and his beard clipped into a stylish van dyke. Wearing salty and cracked old leathers with a hat to match over a much stitched cotton shirt he obviously prefers to spend his coin on substance rather than appearance, judging by the smell that substance is rum.