Spyguy (private)
Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 1:53 pm
This is for Spyguy's char gen & private posts.
Male Human Battlemage 1, NG
XP: 0 (TNL: 3000)
Stats:
Str: 15/05 [wt allow 86, max press 185, OD 9, BB/LG 9%];
Dex: 17/62 [to hit +1, +3 dam, -3AC, +4 react, +4 hit];
Con: 9/77 [SS 65%, RS 70%];
Int: 17/50 [6 lang max, 8th lvl spells, LA 75%, max # spells/lvl 14];
Wis: 9/33 [chance improve 5%];
Cha: 16/19 [+8 loyalty, +4 react];
Com: 13/23
Honor: 19
Hon dice: d4
Presence Factor: (13+Hon die)%
Fame: 1
Particulars:
Ht: 6’0” Wt: 172 lbs Age: 30
Handedness: Right
Social status: UMC
Birth: Legit
Parents: Mom's alive, dad's dead, normal honor
Siblings: 1 older sister, living, 3 younger brothers, oldest dislikes me
AC: 6 (-3 Dex, -1 in melee for Acrobatic suite)
Current HP: 20/20
Status: Normal.
Saves: PPDM (14); RSW (11); PHHP (13); BW (15); Ap (16); Sp (12) [+3 evasion from Dex]
ThAC0: Base/melee: 20 (-5 to hit untrained);
Ranged: (+3 to hit dex)
WP: Staff
Non-WP: -5 to hit
Languages:
? : [100%] (native tongue)
Elven: [28%] (Modern Language)
Class bonuses/abilities:
Spell Charging
Quirks & Flaws:
Glutton, Inappropriate Sense of Humour, Missing Finger, Psychotic Aversion to Monster, Obsession: Goatee, Self Absorbed
Talents:
Acrobatic Skill Suite, Endurance, Knack for Languages, Lucky, Opportunist, Perfect Grooming, Photographic Memory, Spell Razor
Skill Suites:
Administration/Politician Skill Suite 21%
- Administration 30%
Civil Administration 73%
Leadership, Basic, 67%
Leadership, Committee 95%
Liar, Skilled 25%
Skills:
Cricket in the Peapod 29%, Culinary Arts - Cooking 23%, Customs & Etiquette (Elves) 23%, Dirty Fighting NA, Endurance 24%, Fung Chi 37%, Gaming 67%, Looting, Basic 15%, Modern Languages – Elven 28%, Modern Languages – Other (Poke the GM!), Observation 45%, Poetry, Writing & Comprehension/Interpretation 21%, Read/Write 35%, Slaughter: Livestock 18%, Snappy Comeback 36%
Spellcraft 29%
Equipment: [weight in lbs], {objects in container}
Head: ---
Shoulders: Waterskin [9], Backpack [2] {Iron rations x2w [2x25], Spare robes [3], Spellbook [6x4], flint and steel [*],100gp Spinel[*]}
**Strapped to BP: Bedroll [5], Pillow [1x5], 100’ Silk rope [16]
Arms: ---
Hands: Staff [4]
Body: Robes
Waist: Belt, Large Pouch #1 [1] {Spell Components [1]}, Large Pouch #2 [1] {70gp, 57sp [2.5]})
Legs:
Feet: High riding boots
Total Eq wt: [123.5]
Magic: Arcane
75% chance to learn. Max spells/lvl: 1st (5/14) Max spell lvl 8th
Main Spellbook 16"x12"x6", Leather cover, velum pages, 6lb, enc x4, saves as +2 leather, with additional +1 v liquids. (5/72 pgs used)
LVL 1 spells: Shocking Grasp, Sleep, Chill Touch, Read Magic, Write
Spells Memorized
1st lvl: 3 off as BM, +1 for photogrpahic memory
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Priors & Particulars
Age 30, Right-handed, 6’0”, 172lbs, Upper Middle Class, Legitimate, two loving parents, father deceased, mother did not remarry. Family were not notably honourable. Four siblings (3 brother, 1 sister all living, each is devoted to you apart from the eldest brother). You were second born. You have a goatee which you are obsessed with.
You were trained in a city college by an ill-equipped Master of above average education in a large size class with top notch equipment. You graduated in the bottom half of your class. In your Freshman year you fell in with a certain type of fashionable intellectual and your roommate was an elven Foreign Exchange student. You were forced to take on a part time job as cook and butcher in order to make ends meet. Later into your course you spent an free time playing cards, betting on jousting and so forth.
You received a letter from a notary offering you condolences on the death of your father while you were away studying. His will left an inheritance for you but you must attend in person at the Notary's office in Prompeldia."
Background
Alex was born second in his family, after his sister Sophia. After him were three brothers, Jordan, Jacob, and Napoleon. The Ossics are a family that date back to the early days of the gentry, and they excelled at being average. No Ossic has ever been famous, never really done anything great, or anything terrible, conversely. They aren't particularly honorable. His parents were Mary and Donovan. His family generally got along, except that he and Jordan were constantly fighting, until the Ossics used their considerable fortune to send him off to college. At battlemage school, he excelled, until Jordan joined the same college. He fought with jordan constantly, until his girlfriend left him. For jordan. He fell in with the intellectual crowd, and grew a goatee. He fell away from his studies, and his parents cut off his funding. That put him in a bit of a shock, and he worked at a butcher's part time to make ends meet (meat). He became more successful at school as well, and his parents funded him again. He still worked at the butchers, moving up to cooking meat for the adjoining restaurant. He quite enjoyed cooking. He took the excess money he earned and put it to good use gambling, playing cards, and betting. He had a bit of a knack for it. After graduation, he set out with his elven roommate, who was an archer, to learn more about the world and to become the first Ossic to make something of himself. After receiving this letter, he set out toward home to comfort his mother and grieve for his father. He is now on his way from his hometown of Cassielda to the city of Prompeldia, where his inheritance awaits, along with his siblings, who will be there when the will is read. Yaren, his elven friend, accomanies him. As the eldest son, perhaps the inheritance consisted of more than money? His father had been a bit of a collecter, just as Alex was. The pair are walking along a road, near some grain fields.
Well, everyone in my family were bankers, but there was always something slightly better nearby. Essentially, my ancestor was cursed to always be one-upped. So it's a curse. There's always someone just a bit better than my family. A little more money, a little faster, stronger, smarter, whatever. They still made money, but they just didn't get any credit. We Ossics (except me) are humble people and willing to give up credit. My parents cut off my money because my grades were flagging. In fact, my family disapproves of gambling because they know how bad it can be for your money. There was a battlemage that lived near me as a kid who I admired, name of Roland. He's retired now. The butcher job was recommended to me by a sympathetic teacher, whose brother owned the place. Yeah, my family lives in a very temperate climate. Think Nebraska. I want to be an adventurer because it will help me be the best at something for once. Why will my friend disappear? That should toss in a few plot hooks for you. Oh yeah, my old fashionable buddies? They call themselves the society of free thinkers now.
