About Vautrin
Vautrin
Male Human (Alryan)
Rogue 1
STR 14
DEX 14
CON 12
INT 15
WIS 10
CHA 14
HP 09/09
AC 13
FORT +1
REF +2
WILL +0
Skills
Appraise +6 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 Int)
Bluff +8 (1 Rank, +3 Clas, +2 cha, +2 feat)
Disable Device +6 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 Dex)
Diplomacy +7 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 Cha, +1 racial)
Disguise +8 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 Cha, +2 feat)
Stealth +6 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 Dex)
Sense Motive +6 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 feat)
Know: Local +6 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 Int)
Know: Nobility +3 (1 Rank, +2 Int)
Know: History +3 (1 Rank, +2 Int)
Perception +6 (1 Rank, +3 Class, +2 feat)
Profession (Locksmith) +4 (1 Rank, +3 Class)
*+1 Racial bonus on Diplomacy included.
Feats
-Alertness
-Deceitful
Equipment:
Hand-crossbow
30 bolts
1 conveniently-placed dagger
Padded Armour
Sap
Thieves' Tools
1gp
Notes:
EXP
-350 gained for running away from the allip.
HP
-1 HP gained for character creation
Vautrin (the man of forty with the dyed whiskers) marked a transition
stage between these two young people and the others. He was the kind
of man that calls forth the remark: "He looks a jovial sort!" He had
broad shoulders, a well-developed chest, muscular arms, and strong
square-fisted hands; the joints of his fingers were covered with tufts
of fiery red hair. His face was furrowed by premature wrinkles; there
was a certain hardness about it in spite of his bland and insinuating
manner. His bass voice was by no means unpleasant, and was in keeping
with his boisterous laughter. He was always obliging, always in good
spirits; if anything went wrong with one of the locks, he would soon
unscrew it, take it to pieces, file it, oil and clean and set it in
order, and put it back in its place again; "I am an old hand at it,"
he used to say. Not only so, he knew all about ships, the sea, France,
foreign countries, men, business, law, great houses and prisons,
--there was nothing that he did not know. If any one complained rather
more than usual, he would offer his services at once. He had several
times lent money to Mme. Vauquer, or to the boarders; but, somehow,
those whom he obliged felt that they would sooner face death than fail
to repay him; a certain resolute look, sometimes seen on his face,
inspired fear of him, for all his appearance of easy good-nature. In
the way he spat there was an imperturbable coolness which seemed to
indicate that this was a man who would not stick at a crime to
extricate himself from a false position. His eyes, like those of a
pitiless judge, seemed to go to the very bottom of all questions, to
read all natures, all feelings and thoughts. His habit of life was
very regular; he usually went out after breakfast, returning in time
for dinner, and disappeared for the rest of the evening, letting
himself in about midnight with a latch key, a privilege that Mme.
Vauquer accorded to no other boarder. But then he was on very good
terms with the widow; he used to call her "mamma," and put his arm
round her waist, a piece of flattery perhaps not appreciated to the
full! The worthy woman might imagine this to be an easy feat; but, as
a matter of fact, no arm but Vautrin's was long enough to encircle
her.
