Zac Rydell's page

Male Paladin 1(Warrior of The light)/Cavalier (Order of Scales) (Gendarme)1
LN Medium Humanoid (Human)
FCB: +1 skill
Init +1; Senses Perception +0
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DEFENSE
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AC: 19(21), touch 12, flat-footed 18(20)(+7 armor, +1 dex, +2 shield,+0 NA,+0 Magic+1trait)
hp: 12{+1d10,+2Con}
Fort: +4, {+2Base,+2Con}
Ref: +1, {+0Base,+1Dex}
Will: +2,{+2Base,+0Wis}
CMD: 17
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OFFENSE
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Speed: 20 ft.
CMB +5
Base Atk: +1
Melee:+5{+1Base,+4Str}
Ranged:+3{+1Base,+1Dex}

--Melee:
Longsword: +5/4
Damage: 1d8+4/6 / 1d8+6/9

--Ranged:
Sling: +2
1d4+4

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STATISTICS
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Str: 18, Dex: 12, Con: 14, Int: 12, Wis: 10, Cha: 17

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Traits: Exposed to Awfulness, Blade of Mercy, Defender of Order(Re-flavored Defender of Society)
Drawbacks: Foul Brand (demon) (hand)
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Alternate Race Traits: Dual Talented
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Feats:
1- Power attack, Fey-Foundling
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Skills (6/level points; 4 class, +1 INT +1FCB)
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Sense Motive: 1
Diplomacy: 1
Know. Religion: 1
Ride: 1
Intimidate: 1
Climb: 1

Background Skills 2/level
Perform(Flute): 1
Craft(Armor): 1

ACP -5

*ACP applies to these skills
Non-Standard Skill Bonuses

Languages Common, Infernal, Celestial

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SPECIAL/CLASS ABILITIES
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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Arms and Armor: Banded Mail, Heavy Steel shield, Longsword, Cold-Iron Morning Star, Lance, Sling

Misc Gear: Backpack, Bedroll, 100ft rope, grappling hook, Caltops(5), waterskin (2), flint and steel, rations (10)

Magic Items:

Magic Consumables: Potion of CLW (1)

Carrying Capacity
Light 0-33 lb. Medium 34-67 lb. Heavy 68-100 lb.
Current Load Carried 0 lb.

Money 21 GP 0 SP 0 CP

Alduin
Horse (Charger)
HP: 20
AC: 20 T:11 FF:19 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, +4 NA )
Saves:
Fort: +5
Ref: +3
Will: +2

Speed 50 ft. AC +4 natural armor; Attack bite (1d4+5), 2 hooves* (1d6+3);
Ability Scores Str 16, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6;
Special Qualities: low-light vision, scent.
Feats: Light armor prof, medium armor prof.
Armor: Scale Mail

Zac comes from a normal life, he had a normal family, grew up with normal wealth, normal friends, everything was, well, normal. His Father was a guard captain for the small village. His mother was a local priestess that taught children to read, write, speak, and other things needed for day to day life. Rydell however was more introverted, preferring to keep to his thoughts than seek company except that he enjoyed being around others. He enjoyed hearing others joke and laugh and would, on occasion, put his two words in but never wanted to be the center of the attention, more than happy to sit and watch as things unfolded. He practiced with a blade, both to please his father and because he enjoyed it. When he wasn't reading, practicing his bladesmanship or listen to tales at the inn, he was tending the few animals his household held with his younger sister Anna. His favorite animals were Alduin, the pony he and his sister had gotten as a present one year, and the dog. It was perhaps his greatest flaw, that he never wanted time to pass, or things to change. He also was, all said, a bit lazy. All things said, even though he had a fairly good life, he couldn't shake a feeling that kept gnawing at him. He wasn't even sure why he had this strange feeling or what it was about. They were sort of sub-conscious thoughts that killed his passions in life, or tried to. Though he blames himself and those dark thoughts for drawing the Demon to the town.

Not long after Zac Turned 15, the darkest day of his life came. It was late one night, he awoke to cries and screams only to have them be drowned out by an unearthly screech that shook his very being to the core. He instinctively grabbed the blade he and his father had made together when he was 13 and half ran half stumbled down the stairs to see his mother and sister huddled near the fireplace. He heard his father yelling outside and, before he thought better of it ran to the sound. As soon as he stepped out the door he wished he hadn't. There, surrounded by torn bodies of half the village was a horrid creature seemingly shrouded in darkness. It moved at unnatural speed and in unnatural ways lashing out at anyone near it. Looking past it it was easy to see it had already rampaged through over half the buildings and left a bloody trail. Eventually Zac was drawn from his stupor when he heard his father yelling at him. He ran to his father even as every cell in his body screamed for him to run away. As he got their the last two remaining militia were literally ripped apart after stabbing the creature with their spears. As the creature loomed towards the pair Zac wanted to run, but he heard his father say We don't run from evil, fate, or fight. We Stand, and defend our own with all that we have. Come my boy. At which point his father, who's armor had already been clawed and rent by something readied his shield. When the creature charged them Zac couldn't stop his reaction to run, he tripped a stumbled before turning back to look as his father battled the creature for what seemed an eternity. After landing several strikes with his blade the demon's claw struck the man and sent him crashing into the side of their home. Where his father slumped down unmoving then his mother ran out of the house to the man. The demon rushed them both, when a small shadow leapt towards it landing straight on the demons mass. Their dog bit at the demon before it too was thrown into a wall, crashing through it. Something clicked in Zac then, whether he had accepted his fate, or, more likely, to rage against it he charged forward muttering a quiet vow to slay this entity of destruction. His blade glowed faintly with a white light as it struck the demon, plunging hilt deep into its mass. The demon let out a screech before bringing a claw around to smack Zac square in the chest, cutting gaping wounds across it. Then, before his world went black he saw another claw come and felt pain in his chest and along his face. For what seemed like ages, he floated in what seemed a void, an existence without existence, eventually he couldn't take it anymore and decided to try and get back. He then woke up in a bed, his mother, sister and their more than lucky dog sleeping in chairs(or laps) nearby. He was told he had been in a coma for over a month, long after his body had been healed and cleansed by a cleric. His last strike and managed to kill the demon, for it had been wounded heavily by the militamen and his father before then. His blade just managed to finish it.

After about two years of thought and grief for not only most of those from his village, but his father as well. He decided to take the last words his father had spoken to him and act on them. He did not know the best way to go about it, but decided that an orderly and structured world would best combat the chaotic nature of the universe. As well as protect against creatures such as the one that had nearly taken his life. Even with these decisions however, that feeling of void, nothingness while he had been all but dead nagged at him. Maybe this was all in vain, maybe what he would go to do would mean nothing in the end. Everything dies after all, even a deity can die. Then what? He didn't know. But, he had decided even if it was all pointless, if nothing good would come in the end. He would fight and rage against that inevitable outcome. He left with Alduin (who would come to be a even better companion as their connection grew), the blade him and his father made together, and his fathers armor.

After working as a lawman of sorts he joined the Hellknights, as they were perhaps the most prominent faction promoting Order, law, structure around. While he was unsure of their... religious views, he couldn't deny the effectiveness they achieved their goals with.

Personality: Zac is often cheery and optimistic, at least outwardly. Though if questioned he usually admits his worries and thoughts that likely nothing has any real meaning. However he often goes on to state that just because that may be the case isn't a reason to not try, and that order and structure and law was a great place to start in providing that meaning in a chaotic universe. Who knows, maybe in the end they could actually create something of meaning. At least, thats what he tells himself in the late hours of night.

He is also rather lazy, considering his profession. He also believes in second chances and, while many others from his order would seek the harshest punishment for breaking a law he would often seek one of the more lenient ones, save perhaps the most outrageous of cases(or in the case of repeat offenders). For life is, to him, more important than laws and orders if only because it is what creates those laws.