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About Raymond Moreau

CURRENT:
Hitpoints: 13/13 (10@1)
Conditions:
XP: 0 XP

General:
Raymond Moreau
N Human Fighter (Lore Warden) 1
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 175lbs
Init: +3; Senses: Perception +5
Languages: Common, Osirion, Taldorian, Kelish.
Str 13, Dex 17, Con 15, Int 15, Wis 11, Cha 11.

Feats: Weapon Finesse (B), Fast Learner (H), Improvisation (1), Power Attack (F1).
Traits: Foreign Opportunist (+2 Appraise checks, class skill. Sell Osirion relics for 60%), Seeker (+1 perception, class skill).
Skills Purchased (9): Climb 1, Survival 1, Swim 1, Appraise 1, Knowledge Dungeoneering 1, Knowledge Religion 1, Knowledge History 1, Perception 1, Profession Cooking 1.

Combat:
DEFENSE

AC:16 (3 armor, 3 dex), Touch 13 (+3 dex), Flat-Footed 13 (3 armor)
HP 13 (1D10+2 con+1favored class)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0
CMD 15

OFFENSE

BAB +1; CMB 2.
Spd 30 ft, currently 30 ft.

Melee Weapons:
Rapier: +4 1D6+1 (18-20, x2) P

Missile Weapons:
Heavy Crossbow: +4 1D10 (19-20, x2) 60f P

Equipment:
In hand: Rapier.
Worn: Studded Leather.

GEAR Weight
Rapier (2)
Heavy Crossbow (10)
Bolts (20) (2)
Dagger (1)
Studded Leather (20)
Thong with bolt tip (-)
Explorer’s Outfit (4)
Backpack (2)
Bedroll (5)
Belt Pouch (0.5)
Chalk (-)
Flint and Steel (-)
Soap (0.5)
Hooded Lantern (2)
Oil (3 1-pint flasks) (3)
Mess Kit (1)
Trail Rations (5) (5)
Waterskin (4)
Cooking Kit (16)
Rope (50ft) (10)
Total Weight 87 lbs = Medium Encumbrance: 20ft speed, +3 dex, -3 ACP.
When gear is at camp 49.5 lbs = Light Load, no penalties.
At camp = mess kit, cooking kit, rope, backpack, bedroll, soap, extra oil flasks, a couple of trail rations.

Carrying Capacity: (STR 13 | LIGHT 50 lbs. or less | MEDIUM 51–100 | HEAVY 101–150)

Money: 17 gold, 2 silver, 8 copper.

Skills:
Acrobatics*: +4
[c]Appraise: +8 (int)
Bluff: +2 (chr)
[c]Climb*: +4 (str)
[c]Craft(any) +4 (int)
[c]Diplomacy: +2 (chr)
Disguise: +2 (chr)
Escape Artist*: +4 (dex)
Fly*: +4 (dex)
Heal: +2 (wis)
[c]Intimidate: +2 (chr)
[c]Knowledge Dungeoneering: +6(int)
[c]Knowledge Religion: +6 (int)
[c]Knowledge History: +6 (int)
[c]Knowledge (Any Other): +4 (int)
[c]Perception: +5 (wis)
Perform: +2 (chr)
[c]Profession Cooking: +4 (wis)
[c]Profession: +2 (wis)
[c]Ride*: +4 (dex)
Sense Motive: +2 (wis)
[c]Spellcraft: +4 (int)
Stealth*: +4 (dex)
[c]Survival: +4 (wis)
[c]Swim*: +4 (Str)
* Armor Check Penalty (-1)
** Can use any untrained skill as if trained with a +2 bonus

LE FLUFF
Name Raymond Moreau
Race Human (Taldorian)
Age 24
Deity Shelyn
Alignment Neutral
Height 6”2
Weight 165lbs
Hair Hazelnut Brown
Eyes Sharp Green.
Personality Easy-going, self-centered, inquisitive, curious and persevering.
Features Raymond has a disarming smile, a strong jawline that’s sporting a
newly grown beard, and piercing eyes that reside under a neatly
plucked brow. His long limber build indicates that he’s an agile man with the muscle to back it up. A scar prominently features under the left side of his ribcage, the result of an unfortunate meeting with a crossbow bolt. An observant person might notice that the nail of his right thumb serves as a stress relief - whenever he’s under great stress and a great idea is needed, he bites on it and chisels it with his teeth.
Attire Ever one to adapt to his surroundings, Raymond wears a reinforced
leather jacket and pants under Osirian garb. The creamy white robe
is worn whenever he has to go outside, because the punishing heat
of Osirion tolerates no foreign cultural pride. When conditions allow,
he wears a Taldorian explorer’s outfit in combination with his leather armor. The leather hilt of his rapier is stained white and grey thanks to sweat and usage. A large crossbow hangs on his back. The moving parts are oiled, indicating Moreau is a man who takes care of his gear.
A thong around his neck sports the tip of a crossbow bolt. He tucks
this away under his reinforced leather jacket. This is to remind him
of his mortality and that luck, both good and bad, are always pushing and tugging at him.

Background
Not those damned Chelish again! He wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, resisting the temptation to throw a glance over his shoulder. The iron-studded boots of the Chelish made a sound unlike any other soldier footwear. Moreau didn't need to turn around yet his curiousity got the better of him. A couple of beady eyes stared right back at him, but before the lieutenant could order the two soldiers forward Moreau already was half-way to the open window. Two truths hit him as the ground below approached. His fence had betrayed him. His colleague had betrayed him. And then a third truth came knocking. Pain shot through his right arm as he rolled over the uneven cobblestone street. Above him he heard the familiar sound of a crossbow being cocked. Before the device could be aimed at him, he had already started running.

Later that day, once he had finally found a way out of the small settlement on the border where Andoran and Cheliax met, he knew that his time here was done. The slim margins couldn't beat the prospect of being sacrificed to Asmodeus and having to spent all of eternity in hell. Time for a new adventure, some new opportunities. He realized he knew just the guy for it - an exiled Taldorian nobleman by the name of Costeau, nowadays a law abiding citizen of Absalom. He had been trying to recruit proxy agents for Osirion ventures for a while now .. and Moreau figured that if he could take this kind of heat, he surely could bear whatever the desert had to throw at him.

How wrong he was.