The Pawns - PC's & NPC's

Hector was born into a prestigious family of bodyguards whose services were highly sought after for generations by wealthy merchants and lesser noblemen. He was initially trained to be a swordsman but when he showed a talent for magic his family hired tutors to guide him, while they continued his rigorous physical regiment. Eventually at the age of 20 Hector was recognized as a fully trained bodyguard and spent the next years protecting various merchants before moving on to commanding a small platoon of guards protecting a nobleman. However, despite his numerous precautions and failsafes an assassin not only managed to kill the nobleman but also implicate Hector in the murder. Hector fled immediately to his family's estate but was quickly disinherited and thrown out, the only thing keeping him from being killed was the fact that he was family (although that reason won't suffice during his travels). Now, he does the best he can to survive while searching for the assassin who pulled him into the bloody mess.

Standing at 6'1" it's only Hector's height and a scar on his face that separates him from the common man. He looks quite average and could be mistaken for anyone at a distance. His hair is shoulder length and brown, and his eyes are black. He has a scar running from the bottom of the right side of his jaw, past his eye, ending near the center of his forehead. Hector stands with perfect posture and while he finds it difficult to convince people to do anything he speaks with the confidence and niceties of a nobleman. Being deeply religious, every morning when he isn't running or fighting for his life Hector spends a few minutes praying for guidance from Bahamut as to the location where the assassin who framed can be found. This leads him to spending his time to help as many people as he possibly can and exploring every lead he comes across in hopes that it will help him.

Name: Thyv (pronounced "Tiv")
Race: Gnoll
Class: Rogue (Brutal Scoundrel)
Role: Striker

Appearance/Personality: Very little differentiates Thyv from his monstrous kindred aside from his long, black, runed claws. To other races, Thyv would seem to be very aggressive, but his actions and words are common (and expected) amongst his own kind. Being forceful and direct is simply part of Gnoll nature, and is a sign of strength. Thyv is actually fairly dark and brooding compared to others of his kind, likely because of his past. He takes great pleasure in joining battle with his 'pack', whoever that may be at the time (often anyone who would accept a gnoll as an ally). Like many of his kind, he keeps 'trinkets' of his battles to remind him of each, these range from skulls, to small objects like serrated arrow heads or locks of hair. Such totems are proof of his many victories.

Background: Thyv was once a well-respected warrior within the Rageheart tribe. He, like many within his tribe, was born with unnaturally long claws. Such gnolls were trained to become Claw Fighters, elite warriors utilizing a much more instinctual form of combat that earned them a fierce reputation. Such warriors undergo a ritual that hardens their claws, allowing them to retain enchantments. This honor being earned as part of a 'rite of passage' ritual.

The Rageheart tribe had freed themselves of the shackles of the dark god Yeenoghu long ago, earning the dark god's rage. Yeenoghu whispered to his still-loyal followers of the desctruction of the Rageheart tribe. One day, several tribes united against the 'heretics', striking in the night. Thyv and his tribesmen fought hard, killing hundreds of their attackers, but they were soon overwhelmed. He saw a break in the circle of warriors that circled the village. He slew two of them and disappeared into the night, swearing vengeance upon Yeenoghu and his followers.

Thyv was forced to interact with and become a part of the outside world, unable to relate to his demon-worshipping kindred. Scorned and hunted like a monster by most, Thyv often found himself simply avoiding most settlements. He eventually found a home amongst mercenary circles. He had one thing in common with most mercenaries... a past best not mentioned. He was able to rekindle the feeling of working with a pack again, hunting down monsters and wiping out bandits. Since then he has gone from town to town seeking mercenary work, seeking to fill the empty void in his life that was once filled by his tribesmen, while searching for a way to repay Yeenoghu for the destruction of his tribe.

-Claw Fighter feat
treats claws as weapons with the following: +3 prof, light blade, off-hand, and allows them to be enchanted like any other weapon.

-Pack Hunt (racial feature)
+2 melee damage against foes with 2 or more of your allies adjacent to them

-Ferocious Charge (racial feature)
Encounter power that makes a charge attack with a damage bonus based on tier (2/tier, so +2 at heroic). I plan on using a rogue-based power or two that allow use on charge to amplify its effect.

-Blood Rage (racial feature)
+2 to damage while bloodied (applies to attacks, but not to rolls specifically, allowing it to boost attacks that don't use damage rolls, pack hunt functions in much the same way).

-Base Speed 7

-Low Light Vision

The city of Casin's Point is where Shawna has found herself as of late. Not the most sought after destinations but it serves her well. There is always a cause to take up and always someone in the need of a hired sword. She fills the bill, not to mention that the city is more her style. Bar fights and street brawls are where she shines. Her size causes even the most brutish of foes to take pause when they are challenged by her. She has made quite a name for herself around the rough areas, which actually turns out to be most of the city. The down trodden have turned to her, not for her warm personality, but for her sword and fist.
Shawna is a tall, solid woman. She has an air of power that follows her and she is not afraid to use it. She shows her heart only by using the edge of her sword and her powerful fist in the name of the less fortunate.

Shawna is an imposing figure. At 5’9” she towers over many men and most females. She is muscular and solid. Her long red hair is what you notice next. It mixes well with her green eyes. She is extremely attractive, however she has a brash personality that frequently puts people out. She is straight forward and to the point. She doesn’t mix words and has no filter. Her sassy mouth gets her in a lot of trouble.

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Shawna, level 3
Human, Fighter
Build: Brawling Fighter
Fighter: Combat Agility
Fighter Talents: Brawler Style
Human Power Selection: Bonus At-Will Power

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 18, Con 12, Dex 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 10.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 18, Con 12, Dex 12, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 10.


AC: 20 Fort: 21 Reflex: 15 Will: 13
HP: 39 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 9

TRAINED SKILLS
Streetwise +6, Endurance +7, Intimidate +6, Athletics +10

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +3, Arcana +1, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +1, Heal +1, History +1, Insight +1, Nature +1, Perception +1, Religion +1, Stealth +3, Thievery +3

FEATS
Human: Action Surge
Level 1: Don't Count Me Out
Level 2: Sideways Defense

POWERS
Bonus At-Will Power: Slash and Pummel
Fighter at-will 1: Threatening Rush
Fighter at-will 1: Knockdown Assault
Fighter encounter 1: Takedown Attack
Fighter daily 1: Driving Attack
Fighter utility 2: Snagging Grip
Fighter encounter 3: Parry and Riposte

ITEMS
Battlecrazed Broadsword +1, Meliorating Scale Armor +1, Amulet of Double Fortune +1, Adventurer's Kit, Climber's Kit
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A brooding, sulking figure, the young swordmage sports a swarthy complexion upon a face lined by a short, trimmed beard and gifted with a pair of darting, intelligent eyes of light brown. His long black hair, when visible under the hood of his faded grey cloak, are often tied in a shoulder-length ponytail. His features are handsome, yet his demeanour is rather grim. He is of medium height, with broad shoulders and a stocky frame clad in leather armor.

An impenetrable wall of sarcasm and cynicism seems to be raised against the entire world, a necessary defense to shield the sensitive man underneath- a fact that rarely, if ever, comes to light. While a kind-hearted person, Olyx has become a grim figure after his recent experiences, steeling himself and turning a joking and kind champion of the downtrodden into a rough and cynical mercenary. Still, he will not perform vile acts, no matter what the gain.

Descended from a well-known family of Coronals, Olyx grew up amongst the elves, one of the humans to have the privilege of doing so. Being raised in a land of magic, but also possessing a heritage that passed from father to son, the young boy soon received instruction by the finest elven and human swordmages in the Art of the Swordmage, blending magical ability with skill at arms. He was an exemplary student, well-rounded as well as incredibly smart and capable. Noone expected his course of action.
While partaking in the small elven community's social functions, Olyx was to meet the love of his life- a beautiful young half-elf graced by the name of Ilhonna. A fierce courting was to ensue, but at last, the young swordmage was rewarded by Ilhonna's dedication, and they decided soon to pledge to each other. But it was not to pass.
Suddenly, Ilhonna started behaving erratically. She withdrew from Olyx's company, and refused to meet with him, all of a sudden, without any particular reason. Alarmed, the swordmage continued to request an explanation, with none forthcoming- except for hints, that after deciphering, led him to the conclusion that there was something vile at work. Conducting an investigation of his own- involving close scrutiny of Ilhonna's nightly practices- he found out that Ilhonna was often meeting with another man. Yet, if it was as simple as that, the swordmage would've bitterly let go.
For the man was a merchant, hardly young in age, who always seemed to be making advances that Ilhonna spurned- but she kept attending every meeting, at which they spoke at length of a subject that while Olyx was not aware of -he could merely watch them from afar- seemed to cause great agitation and suffering to his beloved and former betrothed, and pleasure to that man. With the new information at hand, Olyx new exactly what to do.
After watching them for several days in a row, he decided it was time to act before things were too late. Stepping into the clearing, surprising them both, Olyx quickly stepped forwarded and demanded what business the man had with Ilhonna, upon which the young girl dissolved into sobs while the man seemed to call to a hidden guardsman, who sprang into action against Olyx. Drawing his blade, the swordmage quickly slew the unsuspecting thug with his eldritch power, and then turned to face them again. Frozen in his place, yet not yielding to the swordmage's threats, his foul purposes were quickly revealed by the pleading of Ilhonna.
She asked her beloved to leave them be, for this man was blackmailing her into marrying him. She could do nothing, but try to convince him in vain to give him anything else but herself, but he refused, and merely escalated his threatening. Yet they could do nothing against him, for he was a prominent member of society, and she did not want her secret being revealed to anybody. In a fit of rage, Olyx demanded that the man stop this at once, at which his adversary proceeded to laugh coldly. Thus, realizing there was no other way to protect his beloved, he slew the man there, on the spot.
Ilhonna's shock knew no bounds. With his head bowed, Olyx received a torrent of insults punctuated by sobs, but he simply took it all and said, "You are now free." And with those last words, he left like a thief in the night, without saying goodbye to anybody. He did not find out until later- the shame of his father, Ilhonna's confessions, his own bounty.
In the meantime, he fled from city to city like a refugee, doing various odds and ends to get some coin to survive, and looking for ways to regain his lost honor...