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98 posts. Alias of alexgndl.


Full Name

Roosevelt Foster

Race

Gathlain

Classes/Levels

Sorcerer (Wildblooded Fey Bloodline) 1 | HP 8/8 | AC 15, Touch 13, FF 13 | CMD 10 | Fort +2, Reflex +2, Will +4 | Init +2 | Handle Animal +9, Fly +4, Profession (Baker) +5 | Toorg HP: 14/14 | AC 15

Strength 8
Dexterity 14
Constitution 14
Intelligence 13
Wisdom 12
Charisma 18

About Roosevelt Foster

Roosevelt's sheet

Toorg's sheet

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Roosevelt Foster
Male Gathlain Wildblooded (Fey Bloodline) Sorcerer
CG Small Fey
Init +2; Perception +1
Low-Light Vision
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+2 Dex, +1 Armor, 1 Natural, 1 Size, 0 ACP)
hp 8 (1d6+2)
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4
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Offense
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Speed: 30 ft. land, 40 ft. fly
Masterwork Dagger +1, 1d3-1, crit 19-20x2
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Statistics
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Str 8, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 18
BAB +0; CMB -2; CMD 10
Feats: Eschew Materials (Free), Boon Companion
Traits: Beast Bond (+1 to Handle Animal, becomes class skill), Trunau Native (+1 to Will saves, start w/ Masterwork Dagger
[/b]Skills: Fly +4, Handle Animal +9, Spellcraft +5, UMD +8
[b]Languages:
Common, Sylvan, Orc, Draconic
Gathlain Abilities:
Low-Light Vision
Fly 40 ft (Poor Maneuverability)
Nimbus of Vitality (1/day, gives Fast Healing 2 for 3 rounds, user affected by Faerie Fire)
Natural Armor +1
Sorcerer Abilities:
Bloodline: Fey (Sylvan Wildblooded)
Bloodline Arcana: Animal Companion (Sapling Treant)
Eschew Materials
Sorcerer Spells Known: (CL 1st, Concentration +5)
..1st Level (4/day, DC 15): Mage Armor, Color Spray
..0th Level (At Will, DC 14): Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Daze, Acid Splash
Equipment:
Backpack, Acid Flask, Bear Trap, Pocketed Scarf, Coffee Pot, Coffee, Bedroll, 2 Blankets
Money:40 gp, 4 sp

Backstory:
Most fey of the First World are curious about the world of Golarion, and many come to our world for a short (to them) trip. Roosevelt is no different-he wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and decided to go traveling for a bit and document his experience for his little brother, Franklin. He hopped on his trusty treant buddy Toorg’s back, and set off for Golarion. He entered our world in a place known as the Vault of Thorns. It immediately made him uneasy, and he set off as quickly as he could away from the place.

After some time, they came upon a curious sight-a small group of humanoids practicing self-defense outside their town. Their near-constant drilling was something that kind of confused Roosevelt, so he decided to stay and watch for a while. He never really interacted with them, just hung out far enough away from the practicing militia to assure them that he meant no harm. For the longest time, the people of Truneau didn’t really think much of him-sure, he was some sort of weird fey with a walking tree, but they had more important things to worry about, like the constant threat of Orc raids.

One day, a massive Orc raid hit Truneau. While the militia was busy trying to keep the brunt of the force out of the town, a small group of 3 Orcs made it into the town and made a beeline for a small girl-Ruby, daughter of Helgra. As she turned away in fear, suddenly a bright light flashed through her closed eyes, followed by three soft *thuds* of bodies hitting the ground. As the young girl looked up timidly, vision still blurry, she saw only the smiling face of Roosevelt, and Toorg finishing off the three Orcs behind him.

For his act of bravery, Helgra personally awarded Roosevelt his own Hopeknife, which he uses on a daily basis for pretty much anything he can think of, much to everyone’s dismay. While most people’s Hopeknives are still as pristine as they were the day they got them, Roosevelt’s has been used. Quite a lot. It’s the best knife he’s ever owned.

These days, Roosevelt and Toorg live in the Ramblehouse, where they pay their way by cleaning the place. Turns out that casting Prestidigitation a few times is a lot easier (and quicker) than doing it by hand, which is something that Cham Larringfass quite appreciates. Lately, he’s begun trying his hand at baking, which is something that Cham doesn’t appreciate at all. Nevertheless, Roosevelt hopes to combine his newfound love for baking and his newfound addiction to a substance called “coffee” to open up a little shop in Truneau someday. If only the Orcs would leave him and his new friends alone long enough for him to actually do that.

Appearance and Personality:
Roosevelt is a little guy-he's about 3'4". He's got rough-looking skin, and small horns pointing out of his head. Growing out of his back are a pair of vines that look kind of like wings. By just looking at them, you'd never be able to tell he could actually glide with them, much less fly. He usually dresses in a loose-fitting robe, and always wears a long scarf around his neck, no matter what the weather's like. It never seems to bother him anyways.

Roosevelt is a fey, and as such he’s not *quite* the same as a normal humanoid. He’s quite smart, but there’s some things he just doesn’t get-the tradition of Hopeknives is a good example. He’s very utilitarian, and other people not using their knives daily just baffles him. Why carry a very good piece of equipment for a very specific purpose when you can use it for LOTS of things? To this end, he likes most of his stuff to have multiple purposes. He wears a long scarf with many pockets in it, filled with loads of random stuff.

During his stay in Truneau, he started writing a journal, full of letters that he wrote to his brother Franklin. He thinks he’s still in the First World somewhere, but he’s not 100% sure. He writes about his new life, and how he’s secretly thinking of staying for a while and settling down-something kind of unheard of amongst the fey. While many fey travel around, trying to see as much as they can of the world, Roosevelt’s decided to do the opposite-he wants to see the small, minute changes that happen day to day in one place. He’s grown to love Truneau in the time he’s been here, and Truneau has come to love him-or at least begrudgingly accept the weird-ass fairy and his tree living in suite 4b of the Ramblehouse.