| Full Name |
Ichiro |
| Race |
Halfling |
| Classes/Levels |
Ninja 8 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Small |
| Age |
24 |
| Alignment |
Lawful neutral |
| Languages |
Many |
| Occupation |
Ninja, euh, I mean bard, yes, bard... |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
22 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
12 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
16 |
About Ichiro
"Why do you want to become a Pathfinder agent?", the recruiter asks. He looks sternly at the candidates, eying them from head to toe, already judging and weighing those poor souls. "If your answers suits me, I might find you worthy enough to take the Vow of the Initiate and begin your training here at the Grand Lodge in Absalom..."
A small halfling dressed in black shinobi shozoku steps forward. His face his completely covered under a black mask but you can still hear speaking common with a thick Tian accent. "My name is Ichiro. I come from Minkai in the far land of Tian Xia. When I was just a little baby, fishermen found me at night near the ocean’s shore among various debris. I was the only survivor of a shipwreck. The fishermen could tell the ship was coming from Avistan. The fishermen brought me to their village where the town’s elders saw in me the "sukoshi yogensha" or "little prophet" they were expecting to help them fight a terrible menace that had befallen on the region. I was allowed to train to become a night guardian, a master of stealth devoted to the protection of the villages along the southwestern coast of Tian Xia. When I reached adulthood, the elders gifted me with this necklace, a wayfinder that I was holding when I was found. Its jade hues somehow match my green eyes and I somehow feels it is a family heirloom and the key to finding my lost family and learning about my origins.
I was told by the elders that I had to travel here, at the City at the center of the world, and start looking for answers. I feel that joining the Society is part of my journey and when I unlock the secret of my origins, I’ll be worthy enough to go back to my village and become the protector they expect me to be. I might not be brave but I am loyal. I might not be a strong fighter but I am resourceful. Just what the Pathfinder Society is looking for..."
Ichiro bows down, unwraps something hidden among red silks, and smiles. He puts it away quickly and then disappears in a puff of smoke!
