Full Name |
Roberto Corvus |
Race |
Male Chelaxian Rogue 1 |
Classes/Levels |
HP 7/7 | AC 20/T 16/FF 14 | F+1/R+7/W+2 | Init +11 | Perc +6 |
Special Abilities |
Sneak Attack +1d6 |
Alignment |
CG |
Deity |
Cayden Cailean |
Location |
Korvosa |
Languages |
Common, Shoanti |
Strength |
10 |
Dexterity |
20 |
Constitution |
12 |
Intelligence |
12 |
Wisdom |
14 |
Charisma |
9 |
About Roberto Corvus
Roberto Corvus
Male Human Unchained Rogue 1
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init: +11; Senses: Perception +6
Speed: 30, Languages: Common, Shoanti
Defense
AC 20 (+3 Armor, +5 Dex, +1 Shield, +1 Dodge) Touch 16 FF 14
HP 7 (1d6+1)
Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +2
Offense
Melee: Dagger or Cestus +5 (1d4+1 19-20/x2)
Ranged: Dagger +5 (1d4+1 19-20/x2) Range 10, Ammo [][][][]
BAB 0 CMB +0 CMD 15
Statistics
Abilities: Str 12 Dex 20 Con 12 Int 12 Wis 14 Cha 9
SQ: Favored Class (Rogue [⅙ rogue talent]), Skilled, Trapfinding (+1)
Feats: Improved Initiative, Dodge
Skills: Acrobatics +9, Diplomacy +4, Disable Device +9, Escape Artist +9, Knowledge (local) +5, Perception +6, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +9, Stealth +9, Survival +7
Combat Gear (3.5lb): belt pouch, thieves’ tools, chalk (10), caltrops, flint & tinder
Carrying Capacity: Light<43 Medium44-86 Heavy87-130 Lift 260 Drag/Push 650
Armor (25lb): masterwork studded leather, masterwork buckler
Weapons (5lb): dagger (4), cestus
Equipment (33.5lb): backpack, hemp rope, torches (10), rations (5), waterskin, bedroll, traveller’s outfit, pitons (10), belt pouch, grappling hook, iron pot, mess kit, mirror, soap
Coin 7gp
Description At 17 years old, Roberto stands 5’5” tall, and weighs 155 pounds. His Chelish heritage shows obviously in his straight, jet black hair, high cheekbones, and aquiline nose. His skin, while fair, usually shows some wind and sunburn, as one might expect from someone who lives a bit rougher than most. His slim build and relatively diminutive form affords him easy movement through the city, whether on the crowded streets or across the treacherous rooftops of the Shingles. He wears simple, sturdy traveler’s clothes, with a heavy canvas and leather backpack usually slung over one shoulder. The only obvious weapon he carries sits on his right hip, a simple steel dagger, while the iron and brass banded cestus sits in his jacket pocket and three other blades remain concealed on his person.
He smiles frequently and moves about confidently, especially when around the North Point, Bridgefront, and Shingles districts. He fits right in with the lower class of Korvosa, neither drawing attention to himself or looking to pry into others’ business.
Backstory Roberto Corvus’ parents were neither poor nor well-to-do. His father worked as a constable in the Korvosan Guard, a street level patroller for North Point and the docks. His mother, when she could, served beers and food at several of the nearby taverns, supplementing their income as best she could. That all changed when Roberto was around 7 or 8, though. His father, Cornelius, was killed in a gang fight which spilled over from the Old Korvosa up onto the Shingles. While the city did pay the family the requisite 2gp death benefit, that only lasted so long. Esmerelda, his mother, worked as hard as she could, but tending bar and not offering other, less savory, accomodations did not bring in nearly enough to keep them in their North Point home.
Soon enough, the pair moved to a ramshackle ‘house’ up on the Shingles, where Esmerelda met a gruesome fate only a few seasons later. The only heirloom left, their wedding ring, was probably the target for the man who knifed her. Roberto soon ended up in the Orphanage in North Point, where he learned discipline and a desire to serve the city. That changed just after his 17th birthday, when he found his mother’s ring in a pawn shop not far from the docks. Unable to afford the price, he managed to prise out the name of the seller, at least, a gang-boss and scoundrel Gaedran Lamm. He had already begun putting together his kit to try and find this man when the inscribed Harrow card turned up. Fate, luck, or the Laughing Drunk himself, someone smiled down at Roberto as he made his way to #3 Lancet Street to find out which.