NG Dwarf Fighter (Brawler) 1
Init +2; Senses Darkvision 60; Perception +0
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DEFENSE
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AC 18, Touch 11, flat footed 18 (+8 Masterwork Spiked Masterwork Half-plate)
hp 13 (1d10+3);
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +0
Resist Poison +2, SR 2
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OFFENSE
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Speed 20
Melee
-Cestusx2 +3 (1d6+2) pierce or blunt
-Armor Spikes +4 (1d6+2) pierce
Space 5ft.; Reach 5
Special Attacks
Hatred +1 attack Orcs, Goblinoids,
Weapon Familiarity Dwarven waraxes and urgroshes
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STATISTICS
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Str 15, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 12
Base Attack 1 CMB 3; CMD 15
Feats
Improved Unarmed Strike
Two-Weapon Fighting
Improved Grapple
Traits
Chosen Child (religion) +900 starting gold
Birthmark: Torag (faith) birthmark is divine focus, +2 vs charm/compulsion
Childhood Crush: Shalelu (campaign) +1 attack vs foes threatening Shalelu, can make a DC 15 Cha check 1/day for +1 all saves. if win Shalelu's love, this bonus is constant
Skills Climb -4, Perform: Oratory 0, Intimidate 1, Ride 2, Swim -10
Languages Common, Dwarven
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Defensive Training +4 dodge ac vs Giants
Greed +2 Appraise stone/metal
Relentless +2 bull rush/overrun
Slow and Steady base speed 20, never modified by encumbrance/armor
Stonecunning +2 Perception for unusual stonework
Vow: Unarmed can never use weapons. unarmed damage as monk, +1/5 levels, gain DR penetration based on level
FLUFF
Spoiler:
Pwent's birth was an auspicious one: with the hammer of Torag on his left breast, the priests of Torag declared that he would be a mighty servant of the Father of Creation.
His training began at a young age. He was taught clarity of thought and surety of purpose. That the greatest weapons in his possession were those given to him by the Father of Creation. That weapons forged by mortal hands were lesser, inferior, even unclean. That his destiny was a life of honorable and righteous service to Torag.
But the impetuous young Dwarf wanted to walk his own path, not a destiny written by another. To that end he gathered his possessions and left to seek adventure. Before long he found himself on the Varisian coast.
Despite his martial training and discipline, his life in the monastery had left him unprepared for the realities of the world. Just East of Sandpoint he was waylaid by a band of hobgoblins. Surprised and unarmored, he fell swiftly. Before the final blow was struck, he was saved by what he could only describe as an angel.
An arrow, perfectly placed, dug into the creature's eye, dropping it. A golden-haired warrior, leather-clad and bearing a sword, stood above him. The dance of her blades was mesmerizing. As darkness fell around, his last sight was a pair of blazing azure eyes, as bottomless as the sea.
He woke in Sandpoint, his wounds mended. Realizing his folly, he sold his possessions and used the proceeds to purchase armor and supplies, and a pair of strange gloves to protect his hands in combat, and found temporary employment in a smithy. Inquiring about his saviour, he learned a name: Shalelu.
All of his free time is now spent at the Rusty Dragon, hoping to catch a glimpse of his "angel" and work up the nerve to approach her. So far he has been unable to, instead learning what he can of her through rumor, friendly banter with the owner, Ameiko, and his own observation; he has even written poetry, but has thus far been unable to bring himself to do more.
He is on fairly good terms with several figures around town. He is good friends with Ameiko, sensing in her a kindred spirit who, like himself, desires adventure, and enjoys her singing and samisen. He loves hearing about her adventures. Despite his closeness, he is hesitant to broach the topic of his love for Shalelu, as he knows the two are fast friends.
Koya's magic fascinates him and, while he, himself, is no priest, he can certainly respect her devotion to her goddess. He has nothing but reverence for the elderly human, referring to her as "Priestess Mvashti" and often deferring to her on matters of wisdom or knowledge.
He has never been particularly close to Sandru, more out of circumstance than a conflict of personality. Far from it, the two share much in common; a sense of fairness, justice and compassion, though admittedly Pwent is a bit more...zealous. Rather the two just rarely seem to be in the same place. None-the-less, he enjoys learning about Varisian people and often seeks advice from the more experienced young man, especially with regards to romance, a subject he is loath to discuss with anyone else.
GEAR
Spoiler:
Masterwork Spiked Masterwork Half-plate (60lb), Cestusx2 (1lb/e), Fighter's Kit (contains a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, a flint and steel, an iron pot, a mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin. total weight 29lb), 6 gp
