| Full Name |
Vintus Penault |
| Race |
Varisian 1/2-elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Bard (Detective)/Fighter (Lore Warden) |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
29 |
| Special Abilities |
Ancestral Arms (Swordbreaker Dagger), Careful Teamwork, taking 'em in alive, dry wit |
| Alignment |
Lawful Good |
| Deity |
I don't do praying. |
| Location |
Absolom, used to be Magnimar |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Varisian |
| Occupation |
Private Investigator, Public Speaker, ameteur poet |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
16 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
13 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
19 |
About Vint Penal
"I joined the Society - why else does anyone join the Society? Not for idealistic reasons, in my case. Every day, you hear stories: this crazy gnome sorceror stole something 'cause she just wanted it, those Szcarni punks killed a man in cold blood just 'cause they could. Some Pathfinders head out there looking for knowledge, others for thrills... Me? I'm looking for that slimy son-of-an-otyugh who thinks he can take Protection From Law literally.
"No, brown's not my natural colour. If you wanna know, my father got... taken advantage of by a drow, who thought it would be more cruel to leave him with an unwanted child than to sacrifice her very own newborn. Lucky for me, huh? I didn't like tattoos nor shame, so I left for the biggest city in the world. It isn't so bad, if you really want to live in it, and you bet your last copper I do."
"...Torch got me into the Society, and showed me that, if people can't take responsibility for themselves, they have to be held responsible. Now that I found myself in with that Zadrian woman, I'll show him what he taught me by dragging him back to Absalom myself."
The Pathfinders have an ideal; they rescue stuff rather than steal.
Oh, they'll have a say, and then they'll get their way,
but for me it means one more hot meal.
