Name: Saltatore Umbra
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger//Rogue
Alignment: True Neutral, Has no concept of good, evil law or chaos due to living in no where with his father. However, he has an increased hatred for gnolls and will hunt them down with a burning passion.
Ability Scores:
Dice Rolls: (15,11,17,15,16,15)
Physical Description: Saltatore is a rugged, if that can be for an elf, looking elf. His blonde hair reaching to his shoulders with his piercing green eyes blending into the foilage of the forest that has been his families home for so long as he can remember. He's not very tall, standing at only 5'3, and he's as slender as a twig, weighing in at 116 pounds. But he has the grace and intelligence of a hawk. A hawk, who happens to be his traveling companion that he saved as a young hatchling that fell from a tree. He nursed it back to health and it has been a loyal pet ever since.
Background: Saltatore grew up in the forest with his father. His mother having passed away at childbirth. He was raised to survive and flourish on his own. He taught him to live off the forest as well as the "kindness" of others. His life was good. One thing that he did not know that his father refused to talk about was why they lived alone in the woods, and where the others of his kind or the others in general, of any kind were. All that he ever found buried deep in the woods were plants and game that he enjoyed hunting. This also begged the question as to why his father showed him how to live off of others earnings, when there was no one around to steal from or even bargain with. Yet as time passed he let the idle thoughts fall aside.
On a positive side Saltatore became increasingly skilled with a bow. He loved hunting with his bow and could take down almost any game he came across assuming it came within range. His father was also a brilliant huntsman and very skilled with a bow. This is where Saltatore knew that he had gotten his skill. Well time had passed and Saltatore grew into young adulthood and he knew the time would be soon for him to go off on his own and live a life he deamed fit for himself. Where that was though he knew not, for he knew little of what was beyond the woods. There was a distancing between Saltatore and his father for they both knew the time was coming, but neither wished to discuss it. So to ease some of the tension Saltatore decided he would go on a hunting trip and give them each the space they needed. He decided to go for 3 days and took the provisions and weapons and all that he would need which ended up being his basic gear, longbow, three quivers of arrows (because he always practiced his shooting when he was waiting for game), and a few rations to hold him over, as well as a dagger to clean any of the kills he made. So after gathering his stuff he made his way out. About two days into his journey and he had not seen a single animal. He started to get impatient and call it an early trip when he noticed something off in the distance, a deer! A prize that would feed him and his father for a long while. He tracked the animal to a watering hole and when it lowered it's head to drink he let loose 3 arrows, one to the hind of the animal, one to the heart, and one to the head. Each landing before the animal hit the ground. He rushed over and eyed his kill. He did not much enjoy killing, but he enjoyed shooting so much that the killing just became a side bar for him. Well he settled down and began cleaning his kill and that's when it happened.
He glanced up into the early evening sun and saw smoke. Not from a chimney like during the winter at his house, but a thick smoke heavy against the clear sky, much like that of a forest fire. His mind raced back to his father and his home and within an instance he had gathered his things on him as best he could and then he darted off toward home, leaving the deer by the lake. By the time he had arrived home he had seen what he had feared for a long time. Instead of a forest fire there was his house on fire, with things in front of it holding weapons. Then he saw what his eyes pleaded to see, his father in the front of their home with his bows loosing arrow after arrow at the dog looking people and the yelps of pain that they let out when the arrows sank into their flesh. He hollered out to his father who became distracted as he scanned the horizon for his only son. This was all the time the Gnolls needed and they were on him, the three that remained had clawed and bit at him as well as sunk their weapons into his exposed flesh. He hollered out in pain, tears staining his torn clothes. Saltatore was beside himself. Rage had built and paired with fury and he loosed a volley of arrows 4 arrows impailed in each of the remaining gnolls who squeeled then died. He rushed to his dying father's side. His tears mixed with his father's blood and he wept openly as his father held him and told him to make east for several days then he would come upon a town. From there he would be able to start anew and live his life. Saltatore cried more, he couldn't think of living without his father's guidance and love. He knew there was nothing he could do and that there was nothing left for him here. Looking at his house he saw what was left of his possessions go up in flames. Then he looked back at his father as the life in his eyes left and he knew his father was dead.
He did not have time nor the equipment to bury his father so he did what he thought would be the next best thing and carried him into the burning home and laid him on the couch and kissed his forehead. Then he ran out and watched the rest of the night and into the morning as his house burnt to cinders. Then he gathered his belongings and started the journey for the "village" his father had promised him would be to the east after several days travel.
Wealth: Nothing but his weapons and his clothes on his back.
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger//Rogue
Alignment: True Neutral, Has no concept of good, evil law or chaos due to living in no where with his father. However, he has an increased hatred for gnolls and will hunt them down with a burning passion.
Ability Scores:
Dice Roll: 6d4v1z 6d4v1z 6d4v1z 6d4v1z 6d4v1z 6d4v1z
d4 Results: 4, 1, 3, 4, 3 (Total = 15)
d4 Results: 1, 3, 4, 1, 2 (Total = 11)
d4 Results: 3, 4, 4, 3, 3 (Total = 17)
d4 Results: 4, 3, 2, 4, 2 (Total = 15)
d4 Results: 4, 2, 4, 3, 3 (Total = 16)
d4 Results: 2, 3, 3, 4, 3 (Total = 15)
d4 Results: 4, 1, 3, 4, 3 (Total = 15)
d4 Results: 1, 3, 4, 1, 2 (Total = 11)
d4 Results: 3, 4, 4, 3, 3 (Total = 17)
d4 Results: 4, 3, 2, 4, 2 (Total = 15)
d4 Results: 4, 2, 4, 3, 3 (Total = 16)
d4 Results: 2, 3, 3, 4, 3 (Total = 15)
Dice Rolls: (15,11,17,15,16,15)Physical Description: Saltatore is a rugged, if that can be for an elf, looking elf. His blonde hair reaching to his shoulders with his piercing green eyes blending into the foilage of the forest that has been his families home for so long as he can remember. He's not very tall, standing at only 5'3, and he's as slender as a twig, weighing in at 116 pounds. But he has the grace and intelligence of a hawk. A hawk, who happens to be his traveling companion that he saved as a young hatchling that fell from a tree. He nursed it back to health and it has been a loyal pet ever since.
Background: Saltatore grew up in the forest with his father. His mother having passed away at childbirth. He was raised to survive and flourish on his own. He taught him to live off the forest as well as the "kindness" of others. His life was good. One thing that he did not know that his father refused to talk about was why they lived alone in the woods, and where the others of his kind or the others in general, of any kind were. All that he ever found buried deep in the woods were plants and game that he enjoyed hunting. This also begged the question as to why his father showed him how to live off of others earnings, when there was no one around to steal from or even bargain with. Yet as time passed he let the idle thoughts fall aside.
On a positive side Saltatore became increasingly skilled with a bow. He loved hunting with his bow and could take down almost any game he came across assuming it came within range. His father was also a brilliant huntsman and very skilled with a bow. This is where Saltatore knew that he had gotten his skill. Well time had passed and Saltatore grew into young adulthood and he knew the time would be soon for him to go off on his own and live a life he deamed fit for himself. Where that was though he knew not, for he knew little of what was beyond the woods. There was a distancing between Saltatore and his father for they both knew the time was coming, but neither wished to discuss it. So to ease some of the tension Saltatore decided he would go on a hunting trip and give them each the space they needed. He decided to go for 3 days and took the provisions and weapons and all that he would need which ended up being his basic gear, longbow, three quivers of arrows (because he always practiced his shooting when he was waiting for game), and a few rations to hold him over, as well as a dagger to clean any of the kills he made. So after gathering his stuff he made his way out. About two days into his journey and he had not seen a single animal. He started to get impatient and call it an early trip when he noticed something off in the distance, a deer! A prize that would feed him and his father for a long while. He tracked the animal to a watering hole and when it lowered it's head to drink he let loose 3 arrows, one to the hind of the animal, one to the heart, and one to the head. Each landing before the animal hit the ground. He rushed over and eyed his kill. He did not much enjoy killing, but he enjoyed shooting so much that the killing just became a side bar for him. Well he settled down and began cleaning his kill and that's when it happened.
He glanced up into the early evening sun and saw smoke. Not from a chimney like during the winter at his house, but a thick smoke heavy against the clear sky, much like that of a forest fire. His mind raced back to his father and his home and within an instance he had gathered his things on him as best he could and then he darted off toward home, leaving the deer by the lake. By the time he had arrived home he had seen what he had feared for a long time. Instead of a forest fire there was his house on fire, with things in front of it holding weapons. Then he saw what his eyes pleaded to see, his father in the front of their home with his bows loosing arrow after arrow at the dog looking people and the yelps of pain that they let out when the arrows sank into their flesh. He hollered out to his father who became distracted as he scanned the horizon for his only son. This was all the time the Gnolls needed and they were on him, the three that remained had clawed and bit at him as well as sunk their weapons into his exposed flesh. He hollered out in pain, tears staining his torn clothes. Saltatore was beside himself. Rage had built and paired with fury and he loosed a volley of arrows 4 arrows impailed in each of the remaining gnolls who squeeled then died. He rushed to his dying father's side. His tears mixed with his father's blood and he wept openly as his father held him and told him to make east for several days then he would come upon a town. From there he would be able to start anew and live his life. Saltatore cried more, he couldn't think of living without his father's guidance and love. He knew there was nothing he could do and that there was nothing left for him here. Looking at his house he saw what was left of his possessions go up in flames. Then he looked back at his father as the life in his eyes left and he knew his father was dead.
He did not have time nor the equipment to bury his father so he did what he thought would be the next best thing and carried him into the burning home and laid him on the couch and kissed his forehead. Then he ran out and watched the rest of the night and into the morning as his house burnt to cinders. Then he gathered his belongings and started the journey for the "village" his father had promised him would be to the east after several days travel.
Wealth: Nothing but his weapons and his clothes on his back.
