Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 28, 2017 21:13:13 GMT
Name: Cassian Goodson
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral
XP: 0
Class (LeveL): Fighter (1)
HP: 13
AC: 18 (Chain/Shield)
ATTR:
Strength: 16 (+3)
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 16 (+3)
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 11
Charisma: 14 (+2)
Skills:
Athletics: (+5)
Acrobatics: (+2)
Perception: (+3)
Performance: (+4)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 240 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weapons:
Longsword: (+5) 1d8+3 damage
Warhammer: (+5) 1d8+3
Dagger (20/60): (+5) 1d4+3
Light Crossbow (80/320): (+2) 1d8
Background:
Cassias Goodson is a wandering mercenary, the son of a farmer who lived outside Luskan. Farming, it turns out, is fantastically boring, albeit safe, and Cassian had little desire to continue in his family's footsteps. At fifteen he bolted for the 'big' city and swiftly found that life wasn't quite all heroes and monumental tasks. Most of it simply involved trying to find food and avoid the roving mobs of low lifes who prey on the innocent and weak.
After half a year of fringe survival, Cassian managed to secure a job working for a local mercenary company, who made their living fending off raids by orcs and goblins boiling out in their endless raids from the Spine of the World, and then by extorting more money from those they protected. Cassias quickly grew to respect the idea, that one could do good for selfish reasons, and as such frequently is on the right side of a conflict for the wrong reasons.
A few weeks prior to his new adventure, a now-adult and fully qualified mercenary Cassian decided to leave the Spine of the World due to an unfortunate circumstance involving a very rich man and his very attractive trophy wife. Gathering all his belongings (except his favorite pair of pants), the young swordsman headed south, to the fabled city of Neverwinter...
Personality: Cassian is friendly enough to most folk, but suspicious of most races besides humans and outright disliking half-orcs and their ilk. He knows little of elves besides stories, and his interest in magic exclusively concerns whether or not he can get more effective weapons and armor, or how quickly his allied wizards can blow things up. He isn't really altruistic but pragmatism dictates that the 'good' forces on Faerun usually pay better than the bad ones. Years of fighting with wizards and archers has taught him that frequently the side who protects their glass cannons better wins the fight, and his shield and sword are always in the path of anything that would seek to do them harm.
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral
XP: 0
Class (LeveL): Fighter (1)
HP: 13
AC: 18 (Chain/Shield)
ATTR:
Strength: 16 (+3)
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 16 (+3)
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 11
Charisma: 14 (+2)
Skills:
Athletics: (+5)
Acrobatics: (+2)
Perception: (+3)
Performance: (+4)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 240 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weapons:
Longsword: (+5) 1d8+3 damage
Warhammer: (+5) 1d8+3
Dagger (20/60): (+5) 1d4+3
Light Crossbow (80/320): (+2) 1d8
Background:
Cassias Goodson is a wandering mercenary, the son of a farmer who lived outside Luskan. Farming, it turns out, is fantastically boring, albeit safe, and Cassian had little desire to continue in his family's footsteps. At fifteen he bolted for the 'big' city and swiftly found that life wasn't quite all heroes and monumental tasks. Most of it simply involved trying to find food and avoid the roving mobs of low lifes who prey on the innocent and weak.
After half a year of fringe survival, Cassian managed to secure a job working for a local mercenary company, who made their living fending off raids by orcs and goblins boiling out in their endless raids from the Spine of the World, and then by extorting more money from those they protected. Cassias quickly grew to respect the idea, that one could do good for selfish reasons, and as such frequently is on the right side of a conflict for the wrong reasons.
A few weeks prior to his new adventure, a now-adult and fully qualified mercenary Cassian decided to leave the Spine of the World due to an unfortunate circumstance involving a very rich man and his very attractive trophy wife. Gathering all his belongings (except his favorite pair of pants), the young swordsman headed south, to the fabled city of Neverwinter...
Personality: Cassian is friendly enough to most folk, but suspicious of most races besides humans and outright disliking half-orcs and their ilk. He knows little of elves besides stories, and his interest in magic exclusively concerns whether or not he can get more effective weapons and armor, or how quickly his allied wizards can blow things up. He isn't really altruistic but pragmatism dictates that the 'good' forces on Faerun usually pay better than the bad ones. Years of fighting with wizards and archers has taught him that frequently the side who protects their glass cannons better wins the fight, and his shield and sword are always in the path of anything that would seek to do them harm.
