About Rezol Born-in-SteelREZOL BORN-IN-STEEL
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AC 21, touch 11, flat-footed 20. . (+1 Dex, +10 armor) [23 AC, 11 touch, 22 flat-footed w/ heavy steel shield]
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Speed 20 ft. (Heavy Armor)
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Str 21, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 7
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Favored Class: Warpriest (+1/6 of a Bonus Feat) x7
=== Background:
Rezol might as well have been "created," rather than born. His surname is not that of his parents, which he is assumed to have, but because he was found wrapped in a blanket in a rusty old steel breastplate on the doorstep of a Gorumite fortress-temple in northeastern Varisia. As far as any of the folk there knew, he was just a half-orc brat that nobody wanted. And they made sure to remind him of it, with tough labor and harsh treatment all throughout his youth.
But when adolescence hit to Rezol, it was quick and brutal. In the span of a few years, he went from a green-skinned runt to a powerful young man. As ugly as his orcish forebear, and as tenacious as his human one, Born-in-Steel soon found that rather than just being raised around the teachings of the priests of the Lord in Iron, he wanted to live them. He was fifteen when he slew his first opponent in combat, and the rush has never left him. However, meaningless slaughter holds little meaning to Gorum, and to Rezol by extension. So the youth tempered his rage with discipline, prayer and orcish ritual, secluding himself and studying every last tome he could find in the halls of the temple. By the time he was in his late teens, nearly every inch of the half-orc's body was covered in self-made tattoos and scars. Even the clergy that had taken him in were impressed with his devotion and strength, and they soon began to train him in the ways of their warrior-priests. Nearly a decade of this training honed Rezol's abilities to their peak. Fully grown, well-trained, and with stalwart devotion, he was sent from the fortress-temple to serve as a mercenary and missionary. Becoming a wandering priest, Born-in-Steel traveled all over Varisia, solving disputes, lending his blade to battle, and performing rites for armies. It was many years into this sojourn that Rezol found himself captured by Akata, and eventually "freed" by the crimelord Clegg Zincher. Born-in-Steel was quickly put to work as a sort of indentured servant, his obvious bulk and physical strength proving him a useful worker. Knowing that starting trouble would only get him killed without the glorious battle he so desired, the half-orc has minded his tongue and his actions, readying himself to be free of this situation. A child of the Lord in Iron cannot be restrained any more than the people of Golarion can stop fighting, after all... Appearance:
Rezol is a unattractive, hulking half-orc man. Standing nearly a foot taller than most human men, and twice as wide, he is very much an impressive specimen. And when he dons his steel grey plate armor and tabard, he is every bit what people think of when they imagine the Lord in Iron. And just like Gorum, himself, people don't want to be anywhere near Born-in-Steel. He is loud, rambunctious and loves a good fight, even if he needs to be the person to start one. The fact that he takes after his orcish parent does not help this, nor do the ritual tattoos and scars scribed all over his body. All-in-all, Rezol is a big, ugly mountain of a man, and others give him the berth he deserves.
Born-in-Steel has amber-colored eyes and short black hair, which is generally unkempt as it is hidden underneath his full-face helmet. When not in his armor, the half-orc tends to wear simple clothing in dark colors. Personality:
Rezol is a gruff, dauntless man. Though he is not particularly unfriendly, his calm demeanor (outside of battle, at least) leads people to believe he is cold and uncaring. The truth is mostly that he is unused to dealing with others on a personal level, due to the poor treatment he received in his youth, as well as being both overwhelmingly large and very unattractive by human standards.
In combat, Born-in-Steel seems to be someone else, entirely. He charges ahead with grim determination, cutting down all who stand in his path. He shows little remorse for his enemies, as he sees those who raise their weapons against him as willing combatants who have challenged him, and thus will strike them down with his full strength. His current predicament has left him quiet and stymied, though he attempts to keep his frustration to himself. One gets the feeling that he might soon be reaching his limit, however. === Current Status:
[ HP: 53/53 | AC:21 T: 11 FF: 20 | F: +10 R: +6 W: +10 | Init: +2 Perc: +9 | 1st: 5/5, 2nd: 4/4, 3rd: 1/1 | Blessings 6/6, Sacred Weapon 7/7, Fervor 4/5, Sacred Armor 7/7 ]
Effects: Divine Favor (7/10)
0- [DC12] (5) create water (1), detect magic (1), light (1), mending (1), read magic (1)
Attacks [dice=+1 Greatsword attack (Greater Weapon of the Chosen 1, Power Attack, Furious Focus)]1d20+12[/dice]
[dice=+1 Greatsword attack (Greater Weapon of the Chosen 1, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Divine Favor)]1d20+12+3[/dice]
[dice=+1 Greatsword attack (Greater Weapon of the Chosen 1, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Divine Favor, Inspired Rage)]1d20+12+3+1[/dice]
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