| Full Name |
Otis Grimshield |
| Race |
Otis Grimshield Dwarf (Mountain) Cleric 1 LG AC 18 HP 11 Speed 25ft Str 16 (3) Dex 10 (0) Con 16 (3) Wis 14 (2) Int 10 |
About Otis Grimshield
Otis Grimshield
Dwarf (Mountain) Cleric 1 LG
AC 18 HP 11 Speed 25ft
Str 16 (3) Dex 10 (0) Con 16 (3) Wis 14 (2) Int 10 (0) Cha 10 (0)
Attacks
warhammer (versatile1d10) +5 1d8+3
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Darkvision (60ft)
Dwarven resilience (Advantage on saving throws vs poison, resistance vs poison damage)
Stonecunning (Intelligence 'history' check related to origin of stonework are considered proficient, and add double prof. bonus)
Spellcasting
Divine domain: War
War Priest: 1 weapon attack as bonus action 2/long rest
Feature: Shelter of the faithful
Background:
Otis used to be a troublemaker of sorts. Born into a poor family of miners he soon fell to the darker side of life.
He had always been a stout dwarf and could take a phenomenal beating so he started making a bit of extra money down in the pits.
He didn't have much in the way of faith to share, instead spreading his gospel of bare-knuckle brawling around, preaching black eyes and broken teeth.
The taste of victory, when his opponent lay sprawled in front of him. His skull caved in so far the grey matter seeps out and a crowd cheering him on.
It's the closest Otis thought he'd ever come to heaven.
He was doing well enough in the pits and started making some coin as a young up-and-comer but slowly slipped into a crippling addiction to deal with the buzz around his talent. It affected his fights and things went from bad to worse fast when his father died in a mine collapse.
His girlfriend took his son away to live with her family and he was living on the edge, not knowing if he could take another day.
It was in his darkest moment his deity visited him. In the form of an old man, who asked him for help. Otis had no reason to help the old man other than that he had nothing better to do at the moment but when the time came to stand up for the old geezer, and take on some thugs that had robbed him, Otis didn't back down. Relentless he took them down and got the old mans belongings back.
The old man revealed himself as avatar to Otis' deity and bestowed upon him a holy symbol. Otis took it to the temple, and they started his training.
The life in the clergy, strict and pious, was exact what Otis needed at the time. He repented his sins, took the oaths and years later emerged as a full fledged cleric.
He travels the lands now, looking to continue his life-long redemption. He has hopes for finding his son, but doesn't know where to start looking as no information about their whereabouts was given.
He's one of the few dwarves that will pass up on a mug of ale in favor of a glass of water, but he can still be found enjoying some tobacco every now and then.
He's calmed down since his wild years, and isn't easily fazed. He's kind and optimistic, and never hesitates to stand up for the weak.
