Feanaro - Elven Warrior

[Whitehart09]

 

Map Token  Character Generation Ability Scores: 20 point buy Strength: 13 Dexterity: 17 Constitution: 12 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 14 Charisma: 12 Race: Elf Alternate Racial Traits: Vigilance Gender: Male Age: 136 Height: 5' 10" Weight: 143lb Class: Ranger [Divine Marksman] Favored Class: Ranger Favored Class Bonus: Skill +1 Traits: Called; Campaign Trait: Stolen Fury Skill Ranks: 6 + Int mod+0 + Favored Class Bonus = 7 Skills Trained: Diplomacy [1 Rank], Knowledge (nature) [1 Rank], Knowledge (nobility), Knowledge (planes), Knowledge (religion), Perception [1 Rank], Survival [1 Rank]. Background Skill Ranks: 2 Skills Trained: Handle Animal [1 Rank], Knowledge (history) [1 Rank]. Feats: Weapon Finesse Bonus Languages: None. Hit Points: Max (d10) + Con mod+1 = 11 Starting Wealth: 170  Equipment Starting Items Cost Source Traveler's Outfit 1gp Core Pg. 159 Belt Pouch 1gp Core Pg. 158 Iron Holy Symbol 5gp UE Pg. 57   Weapons Cost Source Elven Thornblade 60gp AG Pg. 114 Shortbow 30gp Core Pg. 143   Armour Cost Source Lamellar Cuirass 15gp UE Pg. 9 Buckler 5gp Core Pg. 151   Adventuring Gear Cost Source Ranger's Kit 9gp UE Pg. 57 Arrows (20) 1gp Core Pg. 143 Cold Iron Arrows (20) 2gp   Journal 10gp UE Pg. 57 Inkpen 1sp Core Pg. 158 Ink 8gp Core Pg. 158 Hawk 18gp UE Pg. 81   Funds Remaining: 4gp 9sp Feanaro grew up in the mist shrouded city of Iadara within the borders of Kyonin. He bore the same prejudices and weariness of non-elves that most within the cities limits have. That is, until he was assigned to a scout unit near the orders of the nation. It was slow but he slowly allowed though preconceived walls to drop, finally seeing that his ideology was merely nurtured in him by his community and not necessarily fact. His skills in combat drew many eyes to him, both sharp with a bow and quick with a blade. He was trained primarily as an archer for the border patrols. It was during that training that he received the moment that changed his life and future. He awoke under a bright moonlit night, the light almost blinding in it's silvery brilliance. He looked about to see none of his compatriots in their bunks as he would have expected. He moved to look around but was stopped as he stood, unable to move beyond that spot. The door to the barracks opened and in walked shining, silvery beings, whose features were unable to be made out. He felt peace and warmth, a sense that he is to strive further then his current status. The glowing beings gestured to the closest window and when he looked out he saw a land ravaged by foul magics and disgusting creatures. He understood of course, the meaning behind such and he looked back to what he now understood was the embodiment of the Elven pantheon of gods. He spoke only two words before he awoke, "I accept." Upon waking Feanaro knew his mission clearly. To seek out that faraway ravaged place and utilize his skills there, saving any he found whether they be elf or non-elf. He broke his commitment with the military, packed such meager belongings and went in search of his calling. He approached Kenabres, weary but filled with hope. These were the lands, now he could push ahead with his future.

Edited March 29 by Whitehart09 (see edit history)

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[Whitehart09]

Yeah, a total parallel but, that is what the Called trait will get you.

[iantruesilver]

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[Whitehart09]

Here you go!

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