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Verio Alejandro Darius al'Morin Human |
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About Verio al'Morin
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VERIO AL'MORIN
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Male Human Knife Master Rogue/1
CN Medium Humanoid (Chelaxian Human)
Init +; Senses Perception +3, Survival+3
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DEFENSE
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AC +18, touch +14, flat-footed +14
(+4 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Dodge)
hp 36 Temp hp []
Fort +0, Ref +5, Will -1
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30ft
Melee MWK Kukri +5/+5 (1d4-1/1d4-1 / 18-20x2)
Ranged Light Crossbow +5 (1d8/19-20x2) (90)
Dagger +5 (1d4-1 / 19-20x2 / 10ft) (10)
Special Attacks Sneak Attack
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STATISTICS
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Str 8, Dex 16, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 18
Base Atk +3; CMB +2; CMD +15
Feats Weapon Finesse, Two Weapon Fighting, Weapon Focus(Kukri), Dodge
Skills Acrobatics +8, Appraise +5, Bluff +10(+11), Diplomacy +10(+11), Disable Device +7, Disguise +10, Escape Artist +7, Linguistics +6, Perception +5, Sense Motive +5, Sleight of Hand +9, Stealth +8, Survival +5; Armor Check Penalty -1
Traits Charming, Adopted (Elven Trait-Warrior of Old)
Languages Common, Chelaxian, Elven, Draconic, Infernal, Dwarven, Celestial, Abyssal
SQ Sneak Stab – 2d8, Hidden Blade, Evasion, Rogue Talent: Combat Trick - Weapon Focus(Kukri), Stand Up,
, Uncanny Dodge,
Load
GearMWK Kukri x2, Light Crossbow, Bolts(90), Daggers(10), MWK Chainshirt, Chest, 100 Gold Coins;
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BACKSTORY
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”Ya see the problem comes when ya get too greedy,” Sunlight glinted off of the iron at his wrists as he shifted slightly, rolling his shoulders, ”A man gets greedy and all of the things he did done catch up with em, aye?” he spat through his teeth and barked a rough laugh, glancing at the Elf standing to his left.
'Greed is what drives a man to do crazy things, greed makes you stupid!'
His laugh cut short as a steel toed boot caught him in the gut, bending him double and sending him to his knees. Coughing and spluttering he glared up at the guard before him, squinting in the sunlight. ”Now there weren't a call for that were there?” He forced his way up off of the ground slowly and stood, leaning back against the wall, returning to his place in line.
”Quit talking in line worm. No more!”
He grumbled and slumped back in line, along with all the other slaves awaiting the attention of the markets, as the guard strode away. Sothis was not the city he had been led to believe it was, not in the slightest.
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Cheliax had held nothing of import for him, after his mother had died. Truth be told actually, he kind of hated the place. He was not part of the Devil worshiping clan of his people, nor was he much of a believer in slavery. No, Verio al'Morin was a gentler man, a softer soul a... Verio al'Morin was a lying cheating womanizing peace of dung and everyone knew it. It was, after all, the main reason why he left his home nation only moments ahead of a headsman's axe. That and the thousand or so gold marks he had managed to shake out of one of the dimmer members of the Endrin Noble House.
Verio al'Morin was, what they called in the buisness, a Con man. From the tender age of 15 to his now oh so wise and venerable 25, Verio had traveled the length and breadth of the Inner Sea, tricking house wives out of their savings, nobles out of their winnings and maidens out of their... ”Well... you get the idea.”
Growing up he had been described as a 'spirited' child by those who knew him ('Spirited' generally taken to mean opinionated and prone to getting his head knocked in for being so by the local youth). That spirit never really left Verio fully, and had earned him more than one beating in his time, along with the current predicament he found himself in.
Verio had traveled to Sothis on a rumor, one of great wealth and opportunity. He had positioned himself in a position of regard, carrying with him a forged document that painted him as a junior merchant with a large guild, willing to invest within a small curio shop, within the Malhitu Bazaar. He had heard, from a very reliable source, that this particular curio shop was known to be the last resting place of a particularly powerful artifact, that of the Knucklebone of Fickle Fortune.
It was here, at the end of a Slave chain, that he would meet the Dwarf that would change his life forever. Perhaps he did not find the Knucklebone, but he sure found his fate. Would it lead to his fortune? Maybe if he can remember to keep his story straight!
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APPEARANCE
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Height 6ft
Weight 190lbs
Eye Color Blue
Hair Color Black
