Levicticus Germaine

An escaped slave on the run from Cheliax...

Description:

Class: Fighter Favored Class: Wizard

Stats STR 16 (14 base, +2 racial) DEX 12 CON 13 INT 16 WIS 10 CHA 11

Speed 30 Init +1 HP 15 AC 15 (+4 armor, +1 dex) Touch 11 FF 14 CMB +4 CMD 15

Saves Fort +3 Refl +1 Will +0

Combat Glaive +5 att 1d0+4 dmg x3 S (Reach Weapon) Handaxe +4 att 1d6+3 dmg x3 S Longbow +2 att 1d8 dmg x3 P (100 ft Range)

Feats: Skill Focus (survival) (racial bonus), Weapon Focus: Glaive (class bonus), Toughness (1st lvl)

Skills: (total = ability + ranks/class bonus + misc) Climb 7 = 3 + 1 + 3 Handle Animal 4 = 3 + 1 + 0 Intimidate 4 = 3 + 1 + 0 Knowledge Arcana 4 = 0 + 3 + 1 Perception 0 = 0 + 0 + 0 Spellcraft 4 = 0 + 3 + 1 Survival 7 = 3 + 1 + 0 + 3(skill focus)

Languages: Common (Taldane), Elven, Hallit, Halfling

Gear Carried: Glaive, Chain Shirt, Longbow, Quiver of Arrows (20), Handaxe, Backpack (Flint & Steel, Map Case), Belt Pouch (8 gp)

Tegrim, Animal Companion Pony N Medium animal Init +1; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 DEFENSE AC 11, touch 11, fat-footed 10 (+1 Dex) hp 13 (2d8+4) Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +0 OFFENSE Speed 30 ft. (Lightly Encumbered) Melee 2 hooves –3 (1d3) (Not Combat Trained, See Handle Animal) STATISTICS Str 13, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 2, Wis 11, Cha 4 Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 13 (17 vs. trip) Feats Endurance, Run Skills Perception +5 SQ docile Docile (Ex) Unless specifcally trained for combat, a pony’s hooves are treated as secondary attacks. Gear Carried: Levicticus’ Bedroll, Hooded Lantern, Manacles (Simple Lock), Oil (3 pints), Trail Rations (5 days), Saddlebags, Riding Saddle, Bit & Bridle, Gethsmene’s Backpack, Armenia’s Bedroll, Armenia’s Blanket

Bio:

“What is my name!” Levicticus screamed. “Why can’t I remember who I was before the Chelaxian monsters came?” he continued as he awakens, wringing the blood of a man dead now for some years from hands that are not soiled. The pain behind his eyes was unspeakable. It always was after one of his episodes. He squinted in the daylight shining into the shed beneath the crack in the door and fumbled for a bottle only to find it empty. Cursing his fell luck, he arose only to find the pain intensified as he did so. Making his way to the shed’s door, he gives it a strong tug only to find it locked from the outside. What did I do last night, so foul, that the halfling locked me in? he chuckles to himself. He better be coming back soon, they had business to discuss..

Levicticus Germaine

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