Thomas R. Cante :: (Read-Only)

Character Name		Player		Alignment	Current XP	Next Level XP	XP Change
Class		Race		Campaign		Deity
Level	Size	Age	Gender	Height	Weight	Eyes	Hair

Ability	Score	Mod	Temp Score	Temp Mod
STR
DEX
CON
INT
WIS
CHA

Action Points

Touch

Flat-footed

	Total		Dex		Misc
INIT		=		+


Speed	Armor Type

	Light Load
	Med Load
	Max Load
	Over Head
	Off Ground
	Push/ Drag

FORTITUDE

REFLEX

WILL

	Total Attack Bonus		Base Attack Bonus		Str Mod		Size Mod		Misc Mod		Temp Mod
MELEE		=		+		+		+		+
RANGED		=		+		+		+		+
	Total Attack Bonus		Base Attack Bonus		Dex Mod		Size Mod		Misc Mod		Temp Mod

Weapon	Total Attack Bonus	Damage	Critical	Range

Special Properties	Ammunition	Weight	Size	Type

Weapon	Total Attack Bonus	Damage	Critical	Range

Special Properties	Ammunition	Weight	Size	Type

Weapon	Total Attack Bonus	Damage	Critical	Range

Special Properties	Ammunition	Weight	Size	Type

Weapon	Total Attack Bonus	Damage	Critical	Range

Special Properties	Ammunition	Weight	Size	Type

Armor/Protective Item	Type	AC Bonus	Check Pen	Max Dex

Special Properties		Weight	Spell Fail	Speed

Shield/Protective Item	Type	AC Bonus	Check Pen	Max Dex

Special Properties		Weight	Spell Fail	Speed

Spell Saves
Save DC	LEVEL	Spells /Day	Bonus Spells
	0		0
	1st
	2nd
	3rd
	4th
	5th
	6th
	7th
	8th
	9th

Spells & Powers

Number of Spells/Powers Known (Bards, Sorcerers, Psions & Psi Warriors)
0	1st	2nd	3rd	4th
5th	6th	7th	8th	9th

Spell/Power Name	# Cast /Mem

Spell/Power Name	# Cast /Mem

Psionics
Manifester Level			Key Ability

Base	Bonus	Max	Current

Currency

7Gold
7 Silver
2 Copper

Languages

Description

Thomas is a young attractive man of an average height and lean build. He has striking icy blue eyes which contract his dark jaw length dark hair.
He is most often dresses in a long traveling coat which is a faded deep blue, dark pants and knee high boots black leather boots. He often wears a tri-cornered hat.

Personality

Character Traits

Character Flaws

Contacts / Friends

Corentin Perunson - Played by LordSkybolt
Duncan - Played by JMaytr
Robert - Played by Ail
Josem - Played by A G Thing
Marilee - Played by Kintire
Pyotr - Played by Varrus the Ethical
Bosko - Played by PathofDreams

Enemies

Statistic Block

Condition and Effects	Additional Information

It was still dark out.

He felt so cold. He remembered that the most, well second to her screaming. That he remembered most. He had awoke with a start to the sound of her screaming and it was still dark out.

Thomas shifted in his bed, throwing his legs over the side. They dangled there only for a moment before he lowered himself to the old rug that surrounded his bed. The scream had since stopped. Had it really happened? He stood there in silence, listening, straining to pick up a sound and one finally came in the low murmuring voice of his father. No one else had that voice. Part rumbling cobblestone, part warmth and comfort. That led to the assumption that the scream had been his mother. If it had really happened at all.
It didn't take long for more strange evidence to surface itself. He could hear his mother softly sobbing. In between low wails he could hear the voice of his father, speaking in tones of comfort. What had happened?

As the boy made his way across the room, over the rug and the polished hard wood floor, bad thoughts started to flicker in his minds eye. He imagined his Great Uncle George having been consumed by wolves in the dead of the night while the waves rocked and roared Mordentshire into another delusional slumber. He saw his Auntie Laurie surrounded by leering faces, men with bat faces and red eyes and teeth that ached for the kill. They would close in on her, biting at her, gnashing their teeth at her, all the while she tried to fend them off with mere sticks. He could feel tears run down his face as his imagination ran with the devil. He began to shake as he walked. He was now in the hallway and the sobs of his mother were more clear now.

He remembered how when he reached the door to his parents room, he wanted to be sick. Every instinct in his guts told him to run back to bed. Run back and hide. Here are where the nightmares are, run now! But he somehow managed to reach forward and turn the brass handle.
The room was lit by the dull flickering flame of a single candle. His father sat on the bed, cradling his mother, rocking her back and forth as she cried no in low soft moans. His fathers face was buried in her dark hair and those few seconds were frozen in time. He remembered his father looking up and taking notice of him and it was when there eyes met that Thomas learned what fear really was for his fathers eyes looked like those of a child.

*

Thomas awoke with a start, the fading resonance of a nightmare slowly receding below the tides of memory. He was no longer a boy. The boy, now of 16 years of age, rubbed his face with his hands. The jostling of the coach brought his awareness back around and he realized he must have dozed off. He had just been on his way home from an evening of schooling and sparring with his Aunt Laurie. The woman despite being in the latter part of her middle years was quite the formidable fencer. She still had fancied herself quite the adventurer after all.
The drive from Laurie's home to that of his own was not long at all, but tonight he was exhausted. She would not let him quit as she bested him match after match. She said she would not let him leave until he had managed to beat her at least once. Finally around 11:00 in the evening, he had managed it. He felt she had let him win, but she congratulated him non the less and sent him on his way along with wishes of love to his mother and his father.
The coach rounded up to the grounds of his families estate with the 'clip clop-clip clop' of horseshoes on cobblestone and came to a jarring halt before the massive oak doors that led inside. Knowing the coachman's impairment, Thomas let himself out, tossing a few spare coins to Sheridon, the disfigured coachman. In response, Sheridon tipped his battered tri corn hat and set the horses off with a tug of the reigns. He watched the coach disappear into the night and turned to enter the house.

Inside, the house was very dim. It looked as if everyone had already gone off to bed. He made his way to the candelabra off to the left of the foyer and with a spare match, lit it. Holding the candelabra, he turned towards the stairs, at which immediately gave him a fright. Before him stood a pale figure who's face was haloed in a curtain of the purest night sky.
"Mother!..." he choked, unable to get another word out.
"Where have you been?" The figure scathed. 
He simply stood there unable to answer, his mouth forming Os like a beached fish gulping for air. 
"It is now past midnight and your Father and I have been sitting here worried sick!"
"B-but, Laurie..."
"So it's your Aunts fault now is it? You have a lot of nerve passing the blame on her. I'll have it that you were really out and about with those Shankhill boys, those nasty foul mouthed...You just wait until your father hears about this. William!" Her slight frame twisted about, calling up the staircase before her. Despite  how delicate she was, his mother always managed to impress authority over him. It was her power and her right as a mother.
A few moments of thick silence, and a shadowy figure emerged from the hallway above. Making his way down the stairs and obviously rubbing the sleep from his eyes was Thomas' father William.
"Aye lad. Whats all the ruckus?"
"Your son just got home." His mother said "From his Aunt Laurie's he say." 
"Oh?" His father replied, completely missing the tone of the conversation. His dull expression seemed to further infuriate his mother.
"IT"S PAST MIDNIGHT!" She shouted. "He was probably out with those troublemakers, those Shankhill boys! You know what people say about-"
"He weren't out with no Shankhill boys Gennifer." His father interrupted her, with a dopey, yet comical expression on his face. "He was suppose' ter be out with his Aunt Laurie t'night. Studyin' and whotnot. Aint that right boy?"
Thomas, who had now stopped doing his best impersonation of a drowning fish merely nodded. "Honest." He added as a last ditch effort.
His mother rounded on him with eyes like a dragon. Her nostrils flared and her lips tightened like a hangman's noose. Her tiny frame took in a great breath and as Thomas thought she was going to unleash a jet of magical flame from her mouth, she said in one long flowing exhale, "You go to your room and you go to bed and no reading any of those stories your great great Uncle Rudolph wrote and have a long hard thinking session about the worry you give your father and I." She finished with an equally long inhale. Needless to say he wasted no time as he made his way to his room. As he passed his father on the stairs, he happened to catch a smile and a wink.

***

Thomas, now a man of 22 years, could see a village up ahead in the approaching darkness. It had been quite a while since he had passed through the gate on the Old Svalich road on his way into Barovia. The massive stone soldiers were quite the site to see. Although it seemed as if whatever coat of arms they bore, presumably those of the VonZarovich line, had been obscured. Of course that was why he was here now. Word had traveled all the way to sleepy Mordent that strange goings-on were happening in the land at the center of the core.
As he made his way into Krezk with his pack mule, Tack, he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched by something unseen. For some reason an image of a man being eaten by wolves entered his mind, Followed by a woman being bitten by bats and ending with a man's ear with a fat worm forcing it's way into the ear canal. He felt sick and he could swear he could hear the sounds of a woman softly sobbing as a man comforted her.