Name: Gregor “Low-Key” Keil
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rouge 1
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Abilities
Strength 10 (+0)
Dexterity 18 (+4)
Constitution 10 (+0)
Intelligence 16 (+3)
Wisdom 14 (+2)
Charisma 10 (+0)
Vitality 3 (1d6)
Wound 10
Base AC 10
Skill Defense 7 (6 Reflex +1 Vitality)
AC: 17
Speed 30
Vision Darkvision 60 feet
Saves
Fortitutde +0 Con
Reflex +6 (2 class +4 Dex)
Will +2 Wis
Wound: +6 (4 armor +2 wound)
Feats
Personality: Stealthy
1st level: Point Blank Shot
Equipment
Masterwork Short Bow (2 lbs), Short Sword (2 lbs), Masterwork Chain Shirt (25 lbs), Backpack (2 lbs), Masterwork Thieves’ Tools (2lbs), Bedroll (5 lbs), Small Steel Mirror (.5 lbs), Traveller’s Outfit (-), 40 Arrows
Gold 195 gp 9 sp
Encumbrance: 38.5 (with Backpack and Bedroll) -or- 31.5 (w/o backpack and bedroll)
Light/Medium/Heavy: 0-33,34-66,67-100
Attacks
Masterwork Short Bow
+5 (4 Dex+1 Masterwork) v AC, 1d6 Piercing
Short Sword
+0 v AC, 1d6 Piercing
Skills -1 AC
Acrobatics +7 (4 ranks +4 Dex -1AC)
Appraise +7 (4 ranks +3 Int)
Bluff +6 (4 ranks +0 Cha +2 Race)
Disable Device +10 (4 ranks +4 Dex +2 tools)
Escape Artist +8 (4 ranks +4 Dex)
Gather Information +4 (4 ranks +0 Cha)
Intimidate +4 (4 ranks +0 Cha)
Open Lock +6 (4 ranks +4 Dex +2 tools)
Perception +6 (4 Ranks +2 Wis)
Sleight of Hand +8 (4 Ranks +4 Dex)
Stealth +11 (4 ranks +4 Dex +2 Race +2 Feat -1AC)
Racial Abilities
+2 Dex & Int, -2 Cha
+2 Bluff and Stealth
Darkness 1/day (Caster Level=Class Level)
Resistance to Cold, Electricity and Fire 5
Class Abilities
Sneak Attack: +1d6
Trapfinding
Languages known: Common, Infernal, Halfling, Draconic, Goblin
Biography:
As soon as he passed the border between Damarin and Nidor, Gregor breathed a sigh of relief, electing to fall asleep under a tree after the harrowing cross. It looked like he would have been caught for sure more than a few times either by Hylarian or Damarinian border patrol, but as always, he had somehow managed. Setting his pack down, he didn’t bother putting a fire together, instead huddling in his cloak a little more to protect from the chill. He checked his provisions, and sure enough, he had calculated correctly. He would make it to Cliffport before starving. From there, well, he would have to worry about that later.
His headband was sweaty, and he didn’t want a headcold, so he went about slowly unwrapping it from his head, showing the slight horns which were budding out of his forehead, black before his already greying hair. Despite his fatigue, he couldn’t get to sleep, the events of the last month unfolding themselves in his mind once more, as if he needed to re-check every detail. The job with Skimble’s crew going all the way south, his daring escape, the suspicion among the bosses that he had left the kids out to dry... he seriously doubted his wisdom in not just skipping town as soon as he had made the slip on the guard. In truth, he was taking the last of his escape provisions home when he walked into his room at the Inn to find a big sucker with a knife looking to slit his throat, but what could you do? He had left that night for Cliffport. The one place the bosses would have trouble reaching their grubby little fingers into. As long as their reach was, he sincerely doubted they would even dream of trying to get to him through a wall of super-powered, invincible elves, if they figured out where he was, that is.
He could make it though that wall though, because he was a good guy, and good guys always make it, no matter what. Besides, Cliffport probably needed someone of his calibre to liven the place up. Contented with those final thoughts, he went to sleep, smirking.
Description:
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 148
Eyes: Red
Hair: Short, shock of grey in heart, on top of head, jet black
Age: 19
Distinguishing characteristics: Pale skin, black horns protruding from skull about half an inch (usually covered with black headband), pointed fingernails (covered with black gloves), scar on right cheek
Jean DeKeroac in the Planeswalkers
James McChulan in the Fallout Campaign
Gregor "Low-Key" Keil in Citadel of Books