About Quiral HadrodStatistics:
Male Half-Elf Barbarian (Savage Technologist) 1
CN Medium Humanoid (Human, Elf) Init +2; Senseslow-light vision, Perception +9 ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 15[17], touch 12 [14], flat-footed 13 [13] (+3 armor, +2 dex, +0 shield) hp 15 Fort +4, Ref +2[4], Will +0[2], +2 against enchantment spells or effects ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 40 ft. Melee Scimitar +5[7] (1d6+4[6]/18-20) Ranged Shortbow +3[5] (1d6/x3)
Languages Common, Elven Special Abilities:
------------------------------ SPECIAL ABILITIES ------------------------------ Rage: 6/day, increases strength and dexterity by 4. Barbarian abilities that give a bonus to strength give a bonus to dexterity instead. Fast Movement Keen Senses Multitalented Elf Blood Gear/Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Studded Leather, Scimitar, Shortbow, Arrows(20), a backpack, a belt pouch, a blanket, a flint and steel, an iron pot, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin. Carrying Capacity Light 0-100 lb. Medium 101-200 lb. Heavy 201-300 lb. Current Load Carried 55 lb. Money 55 GP 0 SP 0 CP
Background:
Quiral was born with both parents still around, a fortune which most half-elves couldn’t claim. His father was an elf bound by his honor, which strung him along to stay with Quiral’s mother for some time. When he learned he had a child, he insisted that he had to at least see him born before he left. When Quiral was born, his father then claimed that he had to at least support them until the son could be able to work and support the family. Like this, his father continued to stay longer and longer, to the point that most began to simply accept it. As time went on, his father came to terms with himself, that along this journey he had fallen for a human, and simply stayed for that purpose. Quiral’s mother had loved him from the very start, and so had no quarrel with that. Quiral was raised in that living condition, in which two races had managed to join in love. His father worked in alchemy, and sometimes managed to dabble in technology if luck had it, but most of what he found was barely salvageable, the good tech already taken by the Technic League. His mother worked as a seamstress, and sold her goods at the market. While they were never rich, the family was at least well-off, and intended to buy a home in a city once they had the money. It was a rainy day that changed their fate, as a mudslide removed part of a nearby cliff, crushing a few homes. As the villagers pitched in to help, Quiral’s father noticed a metallic figure stuck in the mud. Pulling it out, he discovered it to be a small robot, only slightly damaged. As not to frighten the villagers, he brought it home in secret, placing it in the basement before returning to assist those trapped by the mudslide. The robot became the father’s entire focus, as he worked day and night to make it work. Money grew tighter, but he insisted that if he managed to get it working, it could be sold for a fortune. The accident came in the night, when Quiral’s father was still working. A dull whir began to sound, to which the father began to excite about. At last, the robot was working. Quiral, in his bedroom, awoke to these shouts, and began to make his way downstairs. His father’s words suddenly ceased, ended by a quick and sudden high-pitched sound. The sounds of motors, rusty but still functional, instead filled the basement. Quiral paused in fear, but pressed forward. And indeed, as he had expected, the robot was awake, wielding a strange, red weapon. And as he also expected, but refused to believe, was his father on the ground, lifeless. Quiral had little time to react before the robot moved, firing a blast of energy at him, it narrowly missed, instead burning the side of his face. He ran upstairs, where he found his mother, awoken by the sounds. Quiral furiously tried to get her to flee, but his mother was only confused. The robot appeared in the doorway of the basement, having climbed up. He let loose another burst of flame, aimed at Quiral’s back. His mother shoved him aside, taking the brunt if the blast herself. Quiral, in his rage, ran at the robot with his bare hands, slamming it into the wall. It easily shoved him away with a shift of its arm, letting loose another blast. This time, however, it hit the center wall of the house, the main support of the roof. It collapsed, the wood and stone falling down upon Quiral and the robot. The floor, which had already been buckling under the robot’s weight, had no means of supporting both it and the fallen roof, and it cracked under the pressure, releasing the robot to the basement, and burying it even further under the rubble. Quiral, through some fortune, survived with few wounds, mostly scars, bruises, and a broken thumb. He waited outside his broken home, hoping something would come out, even the robot, in the hopes he could finish it off. No one ever came. After the night, Quiral was consoled by the villagers, showered in sympathy. Yet, as he noticed, they acted as if it were similar to the mudslide - an incident akin to nature, outside of anyone’s control. Quiral could not stand sitting in a village, waiting for the next such incident to occur. Hr promptly left, and sought out the Kellids, those who fought against such technology. He made no secret of it, and was often berated for his foolishness. They insisted he would be torn apart by them. Quiral did eventually find a small clan of Kellid, who initially rejected him. He chose to follow them for months, asking to be trained in their ways. Some began to pity him, and others wanted to be rid of him, but regardless they decided teaching him a few things would be a fine compromise. Quiral stayed for a few years, picking up their methods and culture. More importantly, he learned to fight, as the tribe did so often on their various foes. Quiral eventually split with the tribe, after learning of a few members of the Technic League being captured. The League members were to be killed, of course, but the question of what to do with the technology they had was the struggle. Quiral insisted that this was an opportunity, to use the tech of the League against them. The chief decided that the technology was too dangerous to be used, and instructed a few men to bury it in a secret location to never be found. Quiral decided that the tribe would never be able to match their most dangerous foes, never wanting to acquire the weapons that could defeat them. He packed his things and left in the night, silently thanking them for their patronage. Quiral recalled a town not far from where he was by the name of Torch, which was largely free of the Technic League and apparently forged skymetal. He sought its light for days, before stumbling across it, the forges lifeless. And like that, Quiral’s real adventure began...
Appearance and Personality:
Quiral is tanned skin, a trait taken from his mother. He keeps his blonde hair long and over his ears, as he did with the Kellids to avoid standing out. He retains a few scars from battle, and rough calluses cover his hands and feet. When he speaks, he does so quickly, as if at a run, and usually louder than the setting would suggest. Quiral is proud and stubborn, something he has always been proud of. He claims that his will has been what kept him alive, and his strength is only supplement to that. When it comes to technology, he believes that it should be collected and used, to keep it away and safe from those who would abuse it, such as the unempathetic robots who wield them in cutthroat fashion. He prefers to face all his problems head on, when they would best be ignored or circumvented.
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