| Full Name |
Vincent Fleming |
| Race |
Tiefling (Rakshasa heritage) |
| Classes/Levels |
Ranger/Alchemist (Grenadier) |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
67 |
| Special Abilities |
Prehensile Tail, Fiendish Sprinter |
| Alignment |
CE (But willing to work with a group) |
| Deity |
Nethys |
| Languages |
Abyssal, Common, Draconic, Elven, Infernal, Orc, Goblin |
| Occupation |
None |
| Strength |
11 |
| Dexterity |
18 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
20 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
12 |
About Vincent "Fleming"
Skills 6+2+Int Mod(5) +1(Lvl)= 14
Disable device 6 Handle Animal 5
Heal 4 Intimidate 5
Know (Arcana) 8 Know (Dungeon) 8
Know (Geog) 8 Know (Nature) 8
Perception 4 Prof (Courtesan) 4
Prof (Torturer) Sleight of hand 8
Stealth 7
BAB:+1, Melee:+1, Ranged:+5
Weapon: Longbow 1d8, Bomb 1d6+5+2(on crit Arson baby ^^)
Armor: Studded Leather
AC 19/14Tch/15FF
Health 10+Con(2)+1(Lvl)
Fort 4/Ref6/Will0 CMD 15/11
Favored Enemy: Humans +2
Formula: Cure Light, Bomber's Eye, Disguise Self, Shield, Longshot, Trueshot, Urban Grace
Background:
He was unloved by his family, locked away with no one to visit him. They kept him quiet by making his room the family library, a room seldom used anyway by the family. His parents were noble, but his mother was a sinful creature. She slept with demons and when the signs began to become apparent in their son he was locked away.
But all that knowledge was their downfall, with no outside contact he yearned to learn more about the humans who hated him. He learned their every weakness, he learned what could make them feel great pleasure to be able to just as easily take it away. He learned of poisons, and learned of bombs. His only solace was in the animals he could see playing outside through his barred one way mirror for a window. His parents wanted no one to know of him.
All this culminated in their undoing. He managed to gather the ingredients needed to make just one bomb, but it was enough. He blew open the door and slaughtered his father. His mother, he tortured before he finally burned the family estate to the ground. He got away with murder, the bodies burned away to the point of not being able to be found but the arson was what landed him in jail. It didn't bother him at all, he laughed shrilly the entire way..."So this is what fun was." he said in Infernal as they led him away in cold irons.
His tiefling heritage has left him scaly and mostly serpent-like in nature. Horns protrude out of his eye ridges and along his scalp.(Much like an Argonian from Elder Scrolls). His tongue is forked giving him a bit of a lisp.
