Full Name |
Ryvan Anton Azstalos |
Race |
Human |
Classes/Levels |
Fighter 1 |
Gender |
Male |
Size |
Medium |
Age |
23 |
Alignment |
CG |
Deity |
Calistria (passive) |
Location |
Lepidstadt, Ustalav |
Languages |
Common |
Occupation |
Mercenary |
Strength |
16 |
Dexterity |
12 |
Constitution |
14 |
Intelligence |
10 |
Wisdom |
10 |
Charisma |
13 |
About Ryvan Azstalos
HP 13 (d10 + 2 CON + 1 favored class)
Init +1 (+1)
Speed 20 ft (medium armor)
AC 18 (+6 armor,+1 DEX, +1 dodge), Touch 12, Flat-footed 16
Attacks
Melee +3, 1d8+5 longsword (19-20, x2) (power attack)
OR
Melee +2 1d8+3 longsword AND +2 1d6+1 shortsword
Ranged +2 1d8 light crossbow (19-20/x2)
BAB +1 CMB +4 (+3 STR) CMD 15 (+3 STR, +1 DEX)
Saves
Fortitude +4 (+2 base,+2 CON)
Reflex +1 (+0 Base, +1 DEX)
Will +0 (+0 base,+0 WIS)
Skills (armor check -3)
Bluff +2, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +4
Traits
Charming - Ryvan loves the ladies' company and he has become a skilled sweet-talker. (+1 Bluff/Diplomacy vs any who could be sexually attracted to me)
Armor Expert - Ryvan has been tutored by warriors since he was 12. He has grown accustomed to that encumberance. (Reduce armor check penalties by 1.)
Feats
Power Attack, Two-Weapon Fighting, Dodge
Equipment
Breastplate, Longsword, Shortsword, Light crossbow (10 bolts), Backpack, Belt Pouch, Flint and Steel, Whetstone, Waterskin, 25 gp
Carrying: 47.5 lbs
Appearance
Ryvan keeps his blonde hair cropped close to his head and wears a goatee on his chin. He is quite handsome and he uses this to his advantage whenever he can. He almost always wears a smirk if he's not openly laughing. He has the very strong, muscular build of a warrior. He stands about 6' tall and weighs about 200 lbs.
Background
Ryvan Azstalos is the only son of a noted professor of history from Lepidstadt who worked closely with Professor Lorrimor, Professor Anton Azstalos. The professors were close friends and colleagues, their work often overlapping. As such, Ryvan grew up seeing much of Professor Lorrimor who was, in fact, his godfather. Although Ryvan was raised in a passionately academic environment, he was always drawn to more...exhilarating pursuits. He lives to drink, seduce, gamble, and scuffle. His father gave up on Ryvan's academic future before the boy was 12 and sought out tutors of combat and warfare for him. He soaked up the action and excitement of fighting and soon became quite proficient with all manner of tools of war. Upon reaching the age of adulthood he joined the Ustalavic military, but chafed under the stricture. After completing his minimum requirement of service, he left the military and sought to put his skill to more adventurous use. For all intents and purposes he's now a mercenary, taking whatever jobs come his way: bodyguarding, artifact hunting, pest eliminating, caravan watching, etc. He thrives on the freedom of his lifestyle and lives life one pleasure or thrill at a time.
News of Professor Lorrimor's death hit Ryvan hard. He cared for his godfather very much. His own father is too ill to make the trip to Ravengro, but Ryvan wouldn't miss the funeral for anything.