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About Pvt.Fury

FURY
Male human gunslinger (gun tank) lvl3
CN Medium humanoid (Human)
Init + 6 (+8 With 1 Grit) Senses Perception +9

DEFENSE
AC 18 (22 with Tower Shield)(20(24 with Tower Shield) vrs non siege firearms & splash weapons including Alchemist Bombs), touch +, flat-footed
(+5 Armor, +3 Dex, +4 Shield)
hp 29 Temp hp []
Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +4

OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee Greataxe +5 (1d12+3/x3)
Spear +5 (1d8+2/x3)
Shortsword +5 (1d6+2/19-20x2)
Shortsword(Tower Shield) +3 (1d6+2/19-20x2)
Dagger +5 (1d4+3/19-20x2)
Ranged Musket +7 (1d12/x4)(40ft)(Misfire 1-2)
Special Attacks

STATISTICS
Str 14, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 8
Base Atk +3; CMB +5; CMD +19
Feats Rapid Reload, Extra Grit, Gunsmithing, Point Blank Shot
Skills Acrobatics +6, Craft (Siege Engines) +6, Knowledge (Engineering)+6, Perception+9, ; -3(-13 with Tower Shield) armor check penalty
Traits Armor Expert, Adopted(Elf(Warrior of Old))
Languages Common,
SQ Deeds (Gun Tank Resolve, Quick Clear, Gunslinger Initiative, Pistol Whip, Utility Shot), Grit (5/day), Gunsmith
Load
Gear Musket, Scale Mail, Greataxe, Shield(Tower), Spear, Shortsword, Dagger, Shot(12), Backpack, Bedroll, Blanket(Winter)x2, Crowbar, Flint and Steel, Grappling Hook, Lamp(Common), Oil x4, Pot(Iron), Waterskin, Whetstone; 3gp / 5sp remaining

APPEARANCE
Height- 6ft5
Weight- 210lbs
Hair Color- Red
Eye Color- Green

HISTORY

Private Jax Fury is a young Soldier who focuses in the use of the Musket and Greataxe. He spent four years in a Lords Army, fighting for supremacy in the River Kingdoms, where he learned soldiering and the use of his weapons, from an old grizzled Veteran by the name of Farad al'Luan.

While on a routine patrol, along the borders of their Lords slice of the Kingdoms, the Unit Fury was a part of was set upon by a larger force of Bandits. The hot press of battle all around him, the young Private became disoriented, hacking and slashing around himself till he found himself stumbling free of the press of bodies, towards an open area of higher ground. Catching his bearings, Fury turned just in time to watch his old Mentor be cut down by a large brutish looking thug.

Stunned and reeling from the traumatic event of witnessing his Mentor and friend cut down, Fury ran, leaving behind the rest of his Unit. He fled all responsibility, shirking his bonds to Lord and Army and leaving the River Kingdoms behind him. He maintained the rank of Private, it was who he was after all, the old him was long dead. He worked Guard duty to keep himself alive and in coin, till he found his way to a Mercenary Squad by the name of the Iron Carnival.