Terwyn Arragast's page

Init:+2; Senses Perception +3, trapfinding

Defense

AC 15 (+3 armor, +2 DEX), touch 12, flat-footed 13)
HP 8
Fort -1;Ref +4;Wil -1

Offense
Speed 30 ft
Base AttackCMB 9;CMD 11
Melee Short Sword +2 (1d6-1 19-20/x2
Ranged hand crossbow -2 ( 1d4; 19-20/x2)
Special Attacks: Sneak attack 1d6

Traits
Draconic Vigil
Reactionary
Feats: Improved Initiative, Weapon Finesse

Skills
Acrobatics 6 (1 + 3 cs +2 DEX)
Bluff 2 (1 + 3 cs - 2 CHA)
Disable Device 7 (1 + 3 cs +2 DEX +1 trapfinding)
Escape Artist 6 (1 + 3 cs +2 DEX)
Knowledge (local) 3 (1+ 3 cs -1 INT)
Perception 3 (1+ 3 cs -1 WIS); +4 for locating traps
Sleight of Hands 6 (1 + 3 cs +2 DEX)
Stealth 6 (1 + 3 cs +2 DEX)

Equipment

Combat Gear
Studded Leather
Short Sword
Hand Crossbow
dagger (?)

Rogue's Kit
backpack
Bedroll
belt pouch
caltrops
chalk (10)
flint & steel
grappling hook
iron pot
mess kit
mirror
pitons (10)
rope
soup
thieve's tool
torches (10)
trail rations (for 5 days)
waterskin

Terwyn is a young human rogue whose village was destroyed by a dragon when he was still a child. He was given to foster parents in the next bigger city, but as an outsider he was bullied a lot, so eventually he ran away only to find shelter in a group of ragtags being part of the local thieve's guild. There he learned his trade, hiding the burning hatred for his bullies deep within his heart.

When he reached adulthood, he thought it finally time to have his revenge and organized an ambush to give his old tormentors a good measure of beating. There was no intention of killing involved, but when one of his victims drew a weapon, things got out of control. In the end, one of the bullies lay bleeding in the street, he got caught by the guards and charged with tried murder, even when he hadn't actually been the one to hurt the victim. So when offered to take the black he knew that it would beat the alternative

Terwyn still hasn't fully developed into what might once be quite a handsome guy. For his lanky body, he's quite dexterous but his soft face makes him still look like a teenager, if not for his grim looking brown eyes which betray that he has left childhood behind him for quite some time. His scornful sneer he wears on his face most of the time doesn't win him any friends as doesn't his sharp tongue and his bad manners. So nearly nobody takes the time to look behind the mask and recognizes the hurt the young man still hasn't found a way to cope with.

And now that he's been sent to the north, his chances to find someone helping him out of the growing darkness in his heart might be cut short, because it has yet to be seen that he has what it gots to survive there.