Full Name |
Robert THE Perylous |
Race |
Aasimar (Azata) |
Classes/Levels |
Rogue |
Gender |
Male |
Size |
3XL |
Age |
Old enough to party, young enough to make the ladies sigh, and mature enough to know when to hold em, and when to fold em. |
Special Abilities |
Some specific skills that the goody-goods may not find favorable. |
Alignment |
Good enough |
Deity |
Cayden Cailean |
Location |
No matter where I go, there I am |
Languages |
Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Sylvan |
Occupation |
Entertainer |
Strength |
10 |
Dexterity |
16 |
Constitution |
10 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
14 |
Charisma |
16 |
About RobertTHEPerylous
I am entertainer, tale slinger, and friend to all. Life of the party in the public eye, but an adventurer with a specific skill set when on a mission. Some say I could be a diplomat with my skills of persuasion, but I prefer to work behind the public figures in ways that only an unaffiliated person can.
During the year 4689 I was born into a caravan that roamed the fertile and wild lands of Varisia. We were traders, craftsfolk and entertainers. My mother was a beautiful angel of the muse who loved a minstrel in the caravan. Unfortunately, their fame for music drew the attention of some nefarious individuals. Our caravan was taken as slaves by a Chelaxian Lord. My parents were tortured and eventually murdered before my eyes. I spent a several years learning the darker side of people. Recently enough, I was freed by some Anduran liberators and have joined their cause seeking justice for my parents' souls.