About Quentin Martois "the Red Mask"Quentin Martois
Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +3
Melee Longsword +1 (1d8 19-20x2) Ranged Pistol +4 (1d8 x4) 20 ft. range increments Misfire 1 Space 5 ft., Reach 5 ft. --------------------
Gunslinger’s Dodge (Ex): At 1st level, the gunslinger gains an uncanny knack for getting out of the way of ranged attacks. When a ranged attack is made against the gunslinger, she can spend 1 grit point to move 5 feet as an immediate action; doing so grants the gunslinger a +2 bonus to AC against the triggering attack. This movement is not a 5-foot step, and provokes attacks of opportunity. Alternatively, the gunslinger can drop prone to gain a +4 bonus to AC against the triggering attack. The gunslinger can only perform this deed while wearing medium or light armor, and while carrying no more than a light load. Quick Clear (Ex): At 1st level, as a standard action, the gunslinger can remove the broken condition from a single firearm she is currently wielding, as long as that condition was gained by a firearm misfire. The gunslinger must have at least 1 grit point to perform this deed. Alternatively, if the gunslinger spends 1 grit point to perform this deed, she can perform quick clear as a move-equivalent action instead of a standard action. --------------------
Traits:Secret Revolutionary, Westcrown Firebrand, Carefully Hidden Feats:Gunsmithing, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Skills:Acrobatics +5 (1 rank, 3 Dex, 3 class, -2 ACP), Bluff +4 (1 rank, 0 Cha, 3 class), Knowledge (local) +4 (1 rank, 0 Int, 3 class), Perception +6 (1 rank, 2 Wis, 3 class), Sleight of Hand +5 (1 rank, 3 Dex, 3 class, -2 ACP)
Racial Modifiers: Human, +2 dex, Skilled, Bonus Feat, Favored Class (Gunslinger)
Chain Shirt 25 lbs. - 100 GP
Total Weight:33 lbs. Background:
Quentin Martois was born to Leosa and Pierre Martois. Pierre was a Taldan gunsmith who was renowned for the beauty and craftsmanship of his firearms. Leosa fell in love with him on one of his trips to Westcrown to do business with her brother, the captain of the guard. He felt the same way about her, and soon enough they were married. When Leosa got pregnant less than a year after the wedding, Pierre moved them to Westcrown to be closer to her family. Quentin was born, and they lived a relatively mundane life together there for nearly fifteen years. Then, one day a powerful lieutenant in the local crime syndicate showed up in his father's shop. The man requested that a custom pistol be built for him, complete with white gold inlay, ivory fittings and silver plated mechanisms. Even being completely reasonable, the price his father demanded was extremely high. Pierre was hesitant to accept such a commission with no money down, but was intimidated into doing so.
The piece took several months of diligent work to complete. All other projects were largely put on hold. Finally the pistol was complete, and it was a masterpiece. Pierre sent word to the gangster that his piece was finished, but when the time came to pay the reckoning, the thug refused. He offered a price one tenth the worth of the pistol. Refusing to be robbed after such hard work, Quentin's father stood up to the man. The enforcer stabbed Pierre to death in front of Quentin, and took the pistol anyway. Quentin and his mother were crushed with grief, but without Pierre to support them were at a loss. Quentin had been apprenticed to his father, but he was not nearly as skilled. Leosa's brother helped to support them, while one of Pierre's former colleagues Martin Tangrecht took Quetin on as his new apprentice. After several weeks of grief, Quentin was consumed by rage. What had his father ever done to deserve such a death? He vowed he would one day avenge his father and retrieve the pistol. In the evenings and on his rest days, he began to walk a couple miles outside the city and spend all his freetime and his entire disposable income firing pistols he "borrowed" from the smithy. Quentin buried himself in his work, quickly advancing to the rank of journeyman and beyond to become a gunsmith in his own right. On the day he turned eighteen Quentin finished forging his first pistol. That night he sewed a crude mask from a piece of one of his mother's red velvet dresses. Donning a low wide-brimmed hat and a dark cloak he strode out into the night armed with his new weapon. He was burning with desire for revenge, on the man who killed his father, and on everyone like him. He would single handedly bring the criminals of the city to their knees if need be, he was the Red Mask. He made his way toward where rumors stated the infamous Dusk Market was located that night. He bid his time, sticking to the shadows and hiding in the alleys nearby. He was waiting for corruption to show itself, that he might cut it from the body of his beloved city. His opportunity came when he witnessed a woman being set upon by several large brutish men. She had propositioned them, and they figured why not just have it for free. Seeing his chance, he strode from the darkness firing and reloading as fast as he could. Before he knew what had happened, two of the thugs lay dead and the rest were scattering like roaches before a flame. A surging feeling of power ran through him, followed by a wave of horror at what he'd just done. He ran off, barely managing to hold back his sick until he was out of sight of the woman. But then the anger returned burning away the guilt, and he remembered the relieved look on the prostitute's face. He stood tall knowing he was doing what no one else would, he was doing justice. Quentin is now a gunsmith by day, the Red Mask by night and a tavern dweller in the evening. He knows he cannot be the only one in this great city willing to fight back against corruption. He keeps his ears peeled for anyone else who might feel the way he does, and is always willing to bad mouth the corrupt guard, the criminals they serve and anyone dumb enough to not care about it. Appearance:Quentin is extremely average looking. His Taldan father left him with curly hair, not quite as dark as most of the Chelaxians around him, but other than that he's thoroughly forgettable. Standing 5' 10" he's neither excessively tall, nor short. He's of medium build, with dark brown eyes and pale complexion. He wears spectacles (though he only actually needs them for minute detail work while smithing, they are mostly for show) and plain baggy workman's clothing. When disguised as his alter ego Red Mask, he wears a masquerade style red mask, and a low wide brimmed black hat. He also wears a long black hooded cloak, and black wool tunic, breeches and doublet over his armor. He carries a well used looking pistol at his side. |
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