| Full Name |
Rodren de Pippin |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
III |
| Gender |
Male |
| Age |
28 |
| Alignment |
NG |
| Deity |
Cayden Cailean |
| Location |
Osirion |
| Languages |
Common |
| Occupation |
Mercenary |
| Strength |
18 |
| Dexterity |
15 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Rodren de Pipin
I said that I would tell you more details of my character. Rodren is part of the Osirion faction. It started with whispers of adventure and acts of power that Rodren heard amongst the citizens of Absalom as his parents took him through the city. Rodren usually is a charismatic young man, but his mother was suddenly killed one day.
Rodren swore an oath to avenge her death. He took to a tavern to drink away his sorrows amongst a group of revelers. He got into an argument, and was caught in a scuffle, but another elderly guy halted the scuffle, and started preaching to Rodren about the greatness of Osirion, and for Rodren to join the PathFinder society cause. So Rodren found himself bound to several other adventurers -- in search of power and to prove himself as a True PathFinder.
•••
So Rodren grew, and came to know that he was simply part of a large scheme calling itself Pathfinder Social Play. This did not bother Rodren as much as it might some elf, to be considered an ordinary citizen in the world of Golarion was fine. Rodren had shaped up a lot ever since he found his skills as a fighter in that town, long ago, and now he is free-lanced -- currently working as a mercenary.
His skills were earning him somewhat of a reputation in the world of Golarion, Rodren's most recent encounters in ((where ever we were on Thursday December 2nd)) proved to the folk of Golarion, that not only had a fighter arrived in their midst, but a party of say five people <though some counted ten!> had galloped through the spice factory on horseback!
Rodren found himself taking somewhat of a liking to this band of adventures. They weren't the typical ruffian skum that he had chosen to cleanse the world of, though there were times when a misplaced comment irritated him no end. Then there was the unspoken word. It seemed very un-couthe to not have anything to say. Out of the world of Golarion, there seemed like so much talk on an RPG street in the real world, world of warcraft somewhere else, and talk of incarnations amongst the most prestigious of societies, that to Rodren, it was all he could do to reach out at the nearest Universal news vendor, and purchase not only one paper, but two papers and a magazine.
And so Rodren starts to hear & read word of the beaten track...
