| Full Name |
Vorin Torval |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Stalker//Ranger 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Alignment |
LE |
About Vorin Torval
Vorin Torval
LE Human Stalker//Ranger 1
STR 14 (+2)
DEX 20 (+5)
CON 14 (+2)
INT 10 (+0)
Wis 18 (+4)
Cha 8 (-1)
HP 12 (d10+2)
AC 18 Touch 15 Flat 13
CMB +3 CMD 18 Flat 13
Initiative +7
Speed 30
Saves
Fort +4
Reflex +2
Will +5
Attacks
Rapier +6 (1d6+5) 18-20/x2
Skills
Acrobatics +9
Bluff +3
Disable Device +9
Disguise +3
Escape Artist +9
Knowledge (Local) +4
Knowledge (Martial) +4
Knowledge (Nature) +4
Perception +8
Ride +9
Sense Motive +8
Stealth +9
Survival +8
Feats
Weapon Finesse
Deadly Agility
Traits
Indomitable Faith
Chance Saviour
Abilities
Favoured Enemy (Humans) +2
Track
Wild Empathy
Ki Pool
Deadly Strike +1d6
Deadly Insight (Stalker Art)
Stances Known
Outer Sphere Stance
Maneuvers Known
Offensive Roll
Dimensional Strike
Swift Claws
Disturbing Blow
Inner Sense
Ravaging Blow
Equipment
Darkweave Cloth Studded Leather Armour
Rapier
Backstory
Vorin was born and raised in the streets Caliphas. Orphaned at a young age, Vorin had a brutal taskmistress at the head of the orphanage, so he took to the streets. Not the biggest, or strongest of the children of the street, he found his niche. Namely, to be able to get places where others couldn't. However, those talents got the attention of others as well.
Grabbing him off the streets, he was taken in by a group of assassins, who saw he had talent. After all, who would miss a child off the streets? From then on, his training began. How to disguise, how to lie, how to make your way around the streets of a city without being noticed. All these skills and more were learned, until the time came for him to finally join the ranks of his brothers. Receiving his first contract, Vorin took a knife and headed out, his target- an annoying merchant that was eking in on wealthier man's monopoly. It was easy, except for the moral dilemma of taking the mans life, but the act of slitting a man's throat? That was easy.
As the years passed, Vorin started to develop a code: don't kill unnecessarily, but if collateral happens, it happens. Breaking law without contract sows chaos, and chaos is bad for business. Contract after contract, life after life, he took. One of his contract brought him across Professor Lorrimor, who was being shaken down by a mark. Slaying the mark, the professor managed to get away safely, and thanked Vorin profusely. Giving his name to the old man, Vorin took an odd liking to him. As the professor hired him for protection, the two started to become friends. So when he received a summons to the professor's funeral, Vorin decided to go. After all, as an assassin, it wasn't often that you have a friend, and so it's only fitting that you say goodbye.
