by Sentry2113 Fri Apr 19, 2019 8:53 amSentry +++++ Kirranos Fanedever
Hoher-Politiker +++++ Wild +++++ Mage +++++ Criminal-Pickpocket
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Level 3
Hit Points:17
Stamina: 0/100
Magic Resistance: 12
Strength:8(-1)
Dexterity: 16(3)
Constitution:12(1)
Intelligence: 18(4)
Wisdom:8(-1)
Charisma:14(2)
Encumbrance: 1.25
Passive perception:10
Fortitude:1
Reflex:3+1
Will:1
Feats:
-Reflex Save +1
-Armor Proficiency(Edge) Rank 1
-Armor Proficiency(Bludgeon) Rank 1
-Awareness
-Innate Magic
Attack Skill:1
Defense Skill: 1
Precision:2
Skill Proficiencies:Stealth(1),Deception(1)
DEX
Sleight of Hand: 2
Stealth:3
INT
Arcana(Magic Paths): 7
Knowledge(Magic Schools):6
WIS
Perception:2
CHA
Deception:6
Persuasion:2
Magic Paths:Air(4) Fire(3)
Magic Schools:Alteration(7)
Memorized Spells:
False Fetters
Mirror Image
Aim
Incinerate
Phoenix Pyre
Ghost Wolves
Starting Gold: 3
Protection: 11+0
Weapons:Crossbow(25gp)|Bolts 22 (20gp)
Equipment:|One Handed Magical Instrument(10gp)|3 Magical
Gems(2 Fire, 1 Air)(30gp)|Set of Playing Cards|Thieves' Tools|Crowbar|Dark,common clothes including a hood| A belt pouch containing 15 gp
Backstory: Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Kirranos, Kirranos Fanedever. A little about me? I'm sure you established this already, but I was born to the family Fanedever and under their roof I was raised for the first 16 years of my life.It was a pleasant existence, between political assassinations that is, but that life was put to an end shortly after I had turned 16. My brother and best friend Mordrin was set to marry a woman from another family,the Silvensa, in order to end a decades old feud between the families. Well, the wedding day came, and before vows could be taken, the Silvensa were up in arms and killing the people I called family. "Lucky" for me, I was sent away to acquire the gifts to be bestowed upon the Silvensa wench. When I returned to the chapel, the floor was a deep crimson red, covered in the blood of my fallen kin. I vow to return the favor the Silvensa gave me, one day. Thanks to that treacherous bunch, I was forced to live out my years among the street urchins. I can't say it's all bad though, with my innate magical talent and fast hands, I've made myself a decent living from the coin-purses of others. Whether it was pick-pocketing, "gambling," or fencing stolen goods, I was good at what I did and illusionary magic made it all so easy. Unfortunately I do have a conscience that led me to believe that these skills of mine could be used for something better, maybe I can help some people. That's how I, this devilishly handsome, 25 year old man that stands before you, got here. It's a pleasure.
Hoher-Politiker +++++ Wild +++++ Mage +++++ Criminal-Pickpocket
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Level 3
Hit Points:17
Stamina: 0/100
Magic Resistance: 12
Strength:8(-1)
Dexterity: 16(3)
Constitution:12(1)
Intelligence: 18(4)
Wisdom:8(-1)
Charisma:14(2)
Encumbrance: 1.25
Passive perception:10
Fortitude:1
Reflex:3+1
Will:1
Feats:
-Reflex Save +1
-Armor Proficiency(Edge) Rank 1
-Armor Proficiency(Bludgeon) Rank 1
-Awareness
-Innate Magic
Attack Skill:1
Defense Skill: 1
Precision:2
Skill Proficiencies:Stealth(1),Deception(1)
DEX
Sleight of Hand: 2
Stealth:3
INT
Arcana(Magic Paths): 7
Knowledge(Magic Schools):6
WIS
Perception:2
CHA
Deception:6
Persuasion:2
Magic Paths:Air(4) Fire(3)
Magic Schools:Alteration(7)
Memorized Spells:
False Fetters
Mirror Image
Aim
Incinerate
Phoenix Pyre
Ghost Wolves
Starting Gold: 3
Protection: 11+0
Weapons:Crossbow(25gp)|Bolts 22 (20gp)
Equipment:|One Handed Magical Instrument(10gp)|3 Magical
Gems(2 Fire, 1 Air)(30gp)|Set of Playing Cards|Thieves' Tools|Crowbar|Dark,common clothes including a hood| A belt pouch containing 15 gp
Backstory: Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Kirranos, Kirranos Fanedever. A little about me? I'm sure you established this already, but I was born to the family Fanedever and under their roof I was raised for the first 16 years of my life.It was a pleasant existence, between political assassinations that is, but that life was put to an end shortly after I had turned 16. My brother and best friend Mordrin was set to marry a woman from another family,the Silvensa, in order to end a decades old feud between the families. Well, the wedding day came, and before vows could be taken, the Silvensa were up in arms and killing the people I called family. "Lucky" for me, I was sent away to acquire the gifts to be bestowed upon the Silvensa wench. When I returned to the chapel, the floor was a deep crimson red, covered in the blood of my fallen kin. I vow to return the favor the Silvensa gave me, one day. Thanks to that treacherous bunch, I was forced to live out my years among the street urchins. I can't say it's all bad though, with my innate magical talent and fast hands, I've made myself a decent living from the coin-purses of others. Whether it was pick-pocketing, "gambling," or fencing stolen goods, I was good at what I did and illusionary magic made it all so easy. Unfortunately I do have a conscience that led me to believe that these skills of mine could be used for something better, maybe I can help some people. That's how I, this devilishly handsome, 25 year old man that stands before you, got here. It's a pleasure.
