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Physical Description:
*Name: Amon Cousland
*Race: Human
*Age: 25
Apparent Age (if different): 25
*Height: 6 feet
*Build/Weight: Lean
*Hair: Dark brown
*Eyes: Brown
Complexion: Fair
*Identifying Marks (if present): None
Clothing: White robes with red trim, red cloak, sandals.
Personal Items usually carried: Quarterstaff



Personal Information:
*Personality: Kind, Compassionate, Soft-spoken, Diplomatic
*Occupation: Coucilman's son
*Skills and Abilities: Sorcery, Fishing, Seamanship
*Weapons Used: Quarterstaff

Background Information:
*History: See below

Amon Cousland (Played by JadedDM)
Male Human Abjurer 2 (LG)
STR 10, DEX 05, CON 12, INT 14, WIS 15, CHA 16, Age 25
HP: 08/08
THAC0: 20 (-1 projectiles)
AC: 7 (+2 DEX, -1 Cloak of Protection, -4 Armor spell until 10 damage)
Dmg: Quarterstaff (1d6/1d6)
XP:4,155/5,000
Saves: PPDM 14 (+1), RSW 11 (-1 reflex, +1), PP 13 (+1), BW 15 (-1 reflex, +1), S 12 (+1 will, +1)
Skills: Cantrips, Abjuration Specialization, Alteration/Illusion Forbidden
WP: Quarterstaff
NWP: Animal Handling (14), Fishing (14), Land-based Riding (18), Persuasion (16), Reading/Writing (15), Seamanship (06), Spellcraft (12), Swimming (10)
Languages: Common, Elven, Goblin, Gnollish
Gear: Quarterstaff, red Cloak of Protection +1, Spellbook, white tunic, brown pantaloons, leather boots, dry rations (7 days), backpack, fishhook, flint and steel, small belt pouch (contains components), small belt pouch (contains 3 sp), scroll case, parchment (x5), torches (x9), wineskin, winter blanket, ink vial and quill, wardog (Dogmeat), The Magical Properties of Gemstones by Mage Tenser, The Magical Properties of Herbs and Flowers by Mage Tenser, The Metaphysics of Mathematics by Mage Nystul, Sanbalet's spellbook, Nymphs and Pixies, Saltmarsh Almanac
Encumbrance: 21.7 lbs (None, MV 12)
Stowed Gear: Riding Horse (Valora), Bit and bridle, riding saddle, small saddle bag (small chest with good lock containing 60 gp)
Spells: (1) Alarm, Armor, Identify, Magic Missile, Protection from Evil, Sound Bubble, Wall of Fog
Memorized Spells:
Cantrips: 6/6
1st level: Sound Bubble, Protection from Evil, Wall of Fog

Dogmeat
Male Wardog 2 (TN)
HP: 09/09
THAC0: 19
AC: 6
Dmg: 2d4
Saves: PPDM 14, RSW 16, PP 15, BW 17, S 17

Appearance: Amon is a handsome young man with short, dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is clean shaven and wears white robes trimmed with red, a red cloak with silver runes stitched onto the edges, and sandals. He stands at six feet and is fairly lean in build. He has soft features and carries himself with a quiet dignity.

Personality: Amon is a compassionate fellow with strong senses of ethics and empathy. He tends to be soft-spoken, giving others the impression of weakness. However, Amon has a strong will and does not tolerate much abuse. He only comes off as a doormat because he always attempts to take the road of least resistance for the sake of diplomacy. Amon is also a pacifist. He does not take pleasure from harming intelligent beings and will avoid it when possible. However, he will fight to protect his life and the lives of others, if necessary.

History: Amon was born in the town of Saltmarsh. His father, Bryce, is on the town council. He is one of the wealthier fishermen in town. Bryce married Eleanor and they had two children. The older brother, Fergus, is being groomed to one day take over the family business. Amon, the younger by ten years, had less responsibility and more freedom. Amon was to be sent to the local church to learn the ways of the gods, but instead took an interest in sorcery and was apprenticed to the local mage.

His master is a rather joyless and overly serious half-elf named Daos Soulstaff, who is also on the council. He often gives Amon a difficult time, feeling he is too soft for his own good. But Amon has done well in his studies and has taken a liking to the school of Abjuration, especially.

Thus, Amon grew up with a rather sheltered life in a simple town and never faced much real danger before. He enjoyed spending his days fishing, horse-back riding, or studying magic. This has given him a somewhat naive view of the world, as he is largely unfamiliar with hardships of any kind.

Eventually, Fergus married a lovely young woman named Oriana and the two had a son, Oren, who is now ten years old. Amon, however, has never married—claiming he is still looking for the ‘right’ woman. But he enjoys being an uncle for now.

Here is the link to my HP roll.

(My adding of Daos and Bryce to the council was to help alleviate your own work. If you've all ready fleshed out the council by this point, then feel free to remove them from it.)

Jaded,
Amon is ok with me, I would let you bump that dex up just to keep him alive, you can go to 8 if you wish.

The Daos touch is nice, impressed with that one, sounds like he will be fun character to play.

Thanks. It's actually a bit of a inside-joke. Horizon and I have played Amon and Echo before, but in a different setting. They were originally the children of Daos. Horizon didn't want us to be siblings this time around, so that was dropped for this game.

And yes, the Council bit is appreciated, you have saved me lots of time.

Character is approved.
Hope to get your thread up tomorrow.

Amon wakes to find himself on a crude bed, attempting to move he finds his hands are tied behind his back.

Opening his eyes slowly, adjusting to the light from the multiple torches stored in sconces all along the walls, the sudden bright illumination causing pains to shoot from the back of his head.

The room is like nothing else he has seen in the house, obviously a second cellar the room appears to be used for a whole different purpose now.

He lays in one of ten single beds stand with heads to the south wall, each with a small wooden locker at its foot. In the center of the flagged floor is a long wooden trestle table on which there is a variety of cheap metal cutlery and earthenware crockery together with a large jug about half full of a light brown liquid. There are a dozen wooden stools round the table.

Against the north wall are two casks, one larger than the other, a metal dipper hangs on the outside of the rim of the larger cask.

Next to the casks is a large wooden bin. Above it, hanging on hooks on the wall, are a large ham, a long string of sausages and a small side of meat.
Next to the bin is what appears to be a crude, metal wood-fired stove standing in a fireplace. Above the stove, on a shelf, are some iron and earthenware-cooking utensils, while next to it is a small pile of logs.

The room appears to be empty however, with no signs of life from anywhere.

There are three doors, a small plain wooden affair within his eye line, the thing that stands out is the “DANGER” scrawled on the door in crude letters. Two more are just visible to his right.

Getting to his feet, Amon looks for something that could possibly cut his bonds free.

Amon reaches his feet, his legs feel heavy, his stomach gurgles and rumbles, fighting back the bile at the back of his throat he tries to stand.

(Con check please?)

Amon makes a CON check (1d20): 3, pass.

Amon manages to push back the feeling of unease, fighting to stay on his feet, he cannot see any weapons in easy range, despite the fact his legs feel like lead weights he can move somewhat.

Amon attempts to use an Untie cantrip to free himself.

The rope slides open easily, as yet he is still alone and undisturbed.

(OOC: He is a little ahead of the others, you understand?)

(Still trying to keep this going, despite everything)

Amon decides to heed the warnings of danger, and tries one of the other doors to the right instead.