Whisper Gnome Scout :: (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

68 GP, 4 SP, 1 CP

500 GP diamond, 2 x 100 GP rubies

Languages

Description

Rudy Kineere is slightly shorter than the average gnome, and much thinner as well.   Virtually an emotionless recluse around strangers in public, he is the epitome of stealth and grace; able to move through crowds or even vacant lots unheard and unseen by others unless he chooses to reveal his presence.  His skin tone consists of light grays and greens, but none of these variations are noticeable short of careful attention in the brightest of lights.  The lad�s wild tossed brown hair and thick unkempt eyebrows frames his youthful face which is dominated by his bright grey eyes and a sly smile.  

Being small of stature, the scout can easily pass for someone much younger than his actual years depending on the image Rudy wishes to portray at that moment.  Dressed in sharkskin leather armor, the gnome is oft bedecked in a multitude of weapons ranging from a fine short sword, composite short bow, a silver dagger as well as other miscellaneous weapons which are hidden about his person.  Under his dark green cloak, the gnome carries an old leather pack, potion bandolier, and a quiver containing various types and styles of arrows.

Personality

Rudy Kineere might be considered to be small for a resident of the Atlantean empire, but this gnome is rugged, fierce, speaks his mind and isn�t at all afraid of the �larger� races. As the lad grew up, he soon came to realize he was not like most of the other boys. Learning that he had traces of dragon blood courses through his veins giving him minor innate magical talents caused Rudy to become a loner as he worked hard to protect his secret. 

This need for extreme obfuscation drove the young gnome into the military service as a scout. Scouts, mostly operating alone, were the perfect profession for someone who did not want to be around others for fear his secret might be discovered. However, plying his trade in an inhospitable environment made Rudy no stranger to violence and death. 

Even so, he is also a talented, bright, and resourceful companion who is extremely loyal to those few that he calls �friend.� On the other hand, if you get on his bad side it might be a good idea to watch out for flying stones and the occasional guttural gnomish curse or even worse. Above all else, Rudy is a man of action and has absolutely no tolerance for pure evil opposing it righteously whenever found which sometimes has resulted in this scout biting off more than he can chew.

PLAYER'S PERSONALITY: Here is a little bit about me. As a devoted player of DnD since 1980, I reliably check Mythweavers periodically during the day until late at night since I have the net both at work and home. Posting a minimum of once or twice a day, or more depending on game flow, I try to bring my posts to life by the occasional incorporation of pictures as well as describing my PC's various senses, emotions, and thoughts along with her actions. I've played many games on Mythweavers over the years, am a very reliable player and poster, and have never left any game. I refined my writing skills while earning my doctorate in law and also while practicing as an in-house corporate attorney. Most importantly as a team player, I always try to be considerate of other players and the DM so we can all have fun together and enjoy the game.

Character Traits

None.

Character Flaws

None.

Contacts / Friends

None.

Enemies

None.

Statistic Block
[URL=http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=436094][B][SIZE=+1]Rudy C.L. Kineere[/SIZE][/B][/URL] Male N Gnome (whisper) Scout, [B]Level[/B] 3, [B]Init[/B] +5, [B]HP[/B] 30/30, [B]DR[/B] DR/1 (B&S), [B]Speed[/B] 40' [B]AC[/B] 19, [B]Touch[/B] 16, [B]Flat-footed[/B] 15, [B]Fort[/B] +4, [B]Ref[/B] +7, [B]Will[/B] +1, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2, [B]Power Points[/B] 0/0 [B]Action Points[/B] 0 [B] MW Short Sword [/B] +8 (1d4+1/+1d6, 19-20/x2) [B]+1 Strength Bonus MW Comp Short Bow (20 Dragons Breath Arrows (+1 dam)) [/B] +8 (1d4+1/+1d6, x3) [B] Sickle [/B] +8 (1d4+1/+1d6, x2) [B](Teeth=1d6 Iron Spikes) (+6 Escape Artist) MW Sharkskin Leather [/B], [B]DR/1 (vs. Blugeoning/Slashing Damage) Earthsilk Jersey[/B] (+3 Armor, +4 Dex, +1 Size, +1 Misc) [B]Abilities[/B] Str 12, Dex 18, Con 15, Int 17, Wis 10, Cha 12 [B]Condition[/B] Healthy. Hit Points: (8+2) +(8+2) + (8+2) + Experience Points: 3,000 + BACKGROUND: The rhythmic cacophony of the ritual drums resounded in my aching head like a ghostly echo from the distant past. Yet a void of darkness surrounded me, smothering me as it pressed down from all sides. In the distance I thought I could hear muffled voices, dampened, as if spoken through a screen of water. The air is primitive and the oxygen is stifling, with only a single color swallowing up the place�black. Not a common shade of black; this is darkness at its purest, at its finest. An unyielding black that only nature can conjure forth from a time when the world was in its infancy. In the darkness, a primordial fear swallows me whole, paranoia devouring my thoughts, turning them inside out as I drift away. Gradually a light like the rising sun arose off in the distance. An orange glow on a limited horizon, flecked with red and yellow. However, the light seems unnatural; out of place. A grey, smoky aroma fills the air and puts all the beasts of land and air on edge, fearful that the fire-like light might fall upon them soon. Silver flashes as glints of steel over water; a reflection of regal bearing as something massive soars through dark. Crimson scales glitter under immense wings as veins strain and spikes flatten. Grass is torn from the earth and dirt flies while the hard ground crunches beneath its claws like dry, fragile bones. A hot wind drags a rough hand across my face when wings are folded down as majesty strides the plains of shale and rock. It was a god of fire with ebony scales, gigantic leathery wings, and hot rancid breath. The creature�s eyes were piercing jewels of shimmering wonder and chaotic destruction. My chest ached, tears flowed and my heart stopped in a sudden rush of thunder. In my mind I heard a chorus of words running through it in different rough tongues and smooth verses. When it slowed, I understood I was being spoken to by the dragon. She spoke through my mind in that growling, soft and motherly tongue. �Let�s strangle the ones who are already dead and drink a cup of death together. Its bitter taste shall refresh our senses. Let�s drown in the rain of ignorance and then float protected in the leaves of wisdom. We the dragons and you are one for all eternity. For now, even though stuck in flesh and bone, you will receive great gifts and I promise you by my very fire, they will never become curses. You will live more than you ever have, dying only to be reborn.� The ancient entity was both material and immaterial, spiritual yet irresolute. Compared to it, I was nonexistent, deceased in every conceivable aspect. However, this nothingness freed me of my physical body, voiding all things that would mark me as being. Slowly the darkness was like warm lake water, lapping against what remained of my consciousness; a comforting lotion come to sooth all the immaterial wounds scarring my depleted soul. It smelt naked, like a fresh rain that comes on the first day of summer washing clear the path before me, with tears of mourning ash which fall softly like pepper-colored snow thrown from the hand of a child. My name became unimportant, and my background was lost to the wind. And now without eyes I can see into the darkness unclouded. Thin wisps of images sweeping across my vision then disappearing into the darkness, like a wind would blow a trace of sand through the air. Gradually, the beast began to fade and colors appear � red, midnight blue, and grey. The growing light was beginning to take shape now, becoming more solid and spread. And there was red spattered on the grey, forming into pools. Slowly, as if seen through a haze, the blurred shapes turned to blood, running away from me as the darkness inevitably flees from the light. Suddenly my head snapped up, my sweat drenched hair only a tangled mess and my pupils contracted to distant pinpoints as I awaken in the smoky confines of the vision lodge, finally my purpose for being clearly in focus. My soul is of dragon. Inside my core is a burning fire. Like a phoenix I have flown from my old ashes while its iron claws fit my bruises like a glove. It�s the glass in my bones; the sand behind my eyes. I can�t help but cry at the things I long to know and never stop dreaming of what I need to learn, for it is the knowledge of magic that I yearn. Someday I will be nonexistent again, long before my inner self comes out of hiding. I used to keep these thoughts locked up in the strong box of my heart, but as the gods stole the dragon smoke from my lips I realized that the box was open and I had forever lost the key
Condition and Effects	Additional Information
Healthy. Hit Points: (8+2) +(8+2) + (8+2) + Experience Points: 3,000 +	BACKGROUND: The rhythmic cacophony of the ritual drums resounded in my aching head like a ghostly echo from the distant past. Yet a void of darkness surrounded me, smothering me as it pressed down from all sides. In the distance I thought I could hear muffled voices, dampened, as if spoken through a screen of water. The air is primitive and the oxygen is stifling, with only a single color swallowing up the place�black. Not a common shade of black; this is darkness at its purest, at its finest. An unyielding black that only nature can conjure forth from a time when the world was in its infancy. In the darkness, a primordial fear swallows me whole, paranoia devouring my thoughts, turning them inside out as I drift away. Gradually a light like the rising sun arose off in the distance. An orange glow on a limited horizon, flecked with red and yellow. However, the light seems unnatural; out of place. A grey, smoky aroma fills the air and puts all the beasts of land and air on edge, fearful that the fire-like light might fall upon them soon. Silver flashes as glints of steel over water; a reflection of regal bearing as something massive soars through dark. Crimson scales glitter under immense wings as veins strain and spikes flatten. Grass is torn from the earth and dirt flies while the hard ground crunches beneath its claws like dry, fragile bones. A hot wind drags a rough hand across my face when wings are folded down as majesty strides the plains of shale and rock. It was a god of fire with ebony scales, gigantic leathery wings, and hot rancid breath. The creature�s eyes were piercing jewels of shimmering wonder and chaotic destruction. My chest ached, tears flowed and my heart stopped in a sudden rush of thunder. In my mind I heard a chorus of words running through it in different rough tongues and smooth verses. When it slowed, I understood I was being spoken to by the dragon. She spoke through my mind in that growling, soft and motherly tongue. �Let�s strangle the ones who are already dead and drink a cup of death together. Its bitter taste shall refresh our senses. Let�s drown in the rain of ignorance and then float protected in the leaves of wisdom. We the dragons and you are one for all eternity. For now, even though stuck in flesh and bone, you will receive great gifts and I promise you by my very fire, they will never become curses. You will live more than you ever have, dying only to be reborn.� The ancient entity was both material and immaterial, spiritual yet irresolute. Compared to it, I was nonexistent, deceased in every conceivable aspect. However, this nothingness freed me of my physical body, voiding all things that would mark me as being. Slowly the darkness was like warm lake water, lapping against what remained of my consciousness; a comforting lotion come to sooth all the immaterial wounds scarring my depleted soul. It smelt naked, like a fresh rain that comes on the first day of summer washing clear the path before me, with tears of mourning ash which fall softly like pepper-colored snow thrown from the hand of a child. My name became unimportant, and my background was lost to the wind. And now without eyes I can see into the darkness unclouded. Thin wisps of images sweeping across my vision then disappearing into the darkness, like a wind would blow a trace of sand through the air. Gradually, the beast began to fade and colors appear � red, midnight blue, and grey. The growing light was beginning to take shape now, becoming more solid and spread. And there was red spattered on the grey, forming into pools. Slowly, as if seen through a haze, the blurred shapes turned to blood, running away from me as the darkness inevitably flees from the light. Suddenly my head snapped up, my sweat drenched hair only a tangled mess and my pupils contracted to distant pinpoints as I awaken in the smoky confines of the vision lodge, finally my purpose for being clearly in focus. My soul is of dragon. Inside my core is a burning fire. Like a phoenix I have flown from my old ashes while its iron claws fit my bruises like a glove. It�s the glass in my bones; the sand behind my eyes. I can�t help but cry at the things I long to know and never stop dreaming of what I need to learn, for it is the knowledge of magic that I yearn. Someday I will be nonexistent again, long before my inner self comes out of hiding. I used to keep these thoughts locked up in the strong box of my heart, but as the gods stole the dragon smoke from my lips I realized that the box was open and I had forever lost the key