| Full Name |
Norio Sugita |
| Race |
Human (Tian) |
| Classes/Levels |
Samurai (Sword Saint) |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
36 |
| Alignment |
Chaotic Good |
| Deity |
Kofusachi |
| Location |
Travelling |
| Languages |
Common, Tian |
| Occupation |
Sellsword |
| Strength |
15 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
14 |
About Norio Sugita
Norio Sugita
CR: 5 Swordsaint Ronin: 5
Init:+2
HP: 43 HD: 5d10+10
AC: 15 (Touch: 13)
Fort:+6 Ref:+3 Will:+2
BA:+5 CMB: +7 CMD: 19
SPD: 30ft
Str: 15 (+2)
Dex: 14 (+2)
Con: 14 (+2)
Int: 14 (+2)
Wis: 12 (+1)
Cha: 14 (+2)
Offense
Katana Atk+9 Dmg 1d8+6
Offensive Abilities:
Challenge 2/day
Iajutsu Strike +2d6
Brutal Slash +2
Terrifying Iaijutsu
Traits: Hard to Kill
Charming
Feats: (AH) Weapon Focus (Katana)
(H) Power Attack
(1) Combat Reflexes
(3) Persuasive
(4) Weapon Specialization (Katana)
Skill Points: 28
Skills:
Bluff: 3 (+8)
Diplomacy: 4 (+11)
Intimidate: 4 (+11)
Sense Motive: 4 (+8)
Survival: 4 (+9)
Knowledge (Local): 3 (+8)
Profession (Mercenary): 2 (+6)
Craft (Weapons): 2 (+7)
Handle Animal: 2 (+7)
Background Skills:
Sleight of Hand: 2 (+7)
Profession (Cook): 2 (+6)
Perform (String): 2 (+7)
Appraise: 2 (+7)
Race Traits
Skilled
Bonus Feat
Special
Self Reliant
Weapon Expertise (Katana)
Gear: +1 Katana, +1 Lamellar Cuirass, Adventuring clothes, 1 week's rations, bedroll, waterskin, pipe and tobacco, gourd bottle of "blessed" wine (potion of cure light wounds), whetstone, mandolin, 841GP, Map of the Ice Spire, Grappling Hook, 2 potions of cure light wounds, cold-weather outfit, composite longbow, 20 arrows.
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Ask Norio, and he'd say the best things in life are, in no particular order, good drink, good women, and good fights.
The second-son of a noble family, Ten years ago, Norio chose to live a life on his feet than eventually having to serve his eldest brother.
So he travelled the world, fought for money and glory, and ate things that, in retrospect, should never pass human lips, and through it all, Sugita never stopped looking for the next fun time. Sword slung over his shoulder, a jug of alleged alcohol strapped to his side, and well-worn boots keeping him going. To Sugita, it's not about surviving, it's about living.
Sugita approaches most new things with wide-eyed enthusiasm, and most women with a wry half-smile and a few tried-and-tested pickup lines. Kind, but blunt, he grows restless when forced to stay in one place too long, and when there's nothing else to do, he usually finds the time to tend to his sword delicately, as it's his most prized possession.
Though he's growing older, and his body's beginning to respond to that fact, he refuses to slow down. He remains in great shape, his face wisened but handsome. His voice is deep and whiskey-soaked, and he wears a cocky grin even into battle.
