DM-Nastics #52b: Your DMBPC

Name: Landon Santier (flipped initials of my name)
Str 18 Dex 8 Con 15 Wis 13 Int 10 Char 12
Race: Variant Human
Age: 15
Class: Fighter (Battle Master)
Background: Noble
A lone figure on horseback approach the city gates as the late-autumn rain beat on his small frame. Slung behind the boy is the corpse of a knight, armored limbs swaying lifelessly against the chestnut mare. As they neared, the young man clumsily reigned the animal to a stop, splashing muddy water at the guardsmen.

Being a squire was never supposed to be this hard.

“Kind sirs, where may I find the temple of Sigdrifa?” Landon asked the guardsman the gate, young voice quivering in the cold. He nervously adjusted the hood around his face. It was awfully cold.

He did not even wait for the guard's reply before spurring his mount gently forward, his face as determined as his destination. It was time for Landon to find his liege the proper place for burial. He had delayed long enough. Had there not been rain, the scent of rot would be overwhelming. At least he had that to be thankful about, right?

Ideals: Respect is due to me because of my position, but all people regardless of station deserve to be treated with dignity.
Bonds: My house’s alliance with another noble family must be sustained at all costs.
Flaw: In fact, the world does revolve around me.
Personality Trait: My eloquent flattery makes everyone I talk to feel like the most wonderful and important person in the world.

Skill Proficiencies: History, Persuasion, Athletics, Animal Handling, Perception
Tool Proficiencies: Calligrapher’s Tools, Gaming Set
Feats: Sentinel
Weapons: Long sword +1, Javelin x 2
Armor: Plate mail, shield, whatever gold is left.

Name: Francis "Kestrel" Davidson
Race: Human (variant)
Class: Bard (College of Lore)
Age: 25
Ability Scores:
STR- 12 (+1)
DEX- 8 (-1)
CON- 10 (+0)
INT- 14 (+2)
WIS- 14 (+2)
CHA- 18 (+4)
 
Background: Sage

The door of the tavern banged open, momentarily filling the room with a cold wind and the smell and sound of rain. A tall, broad-shouldered man pushed his way into the small room, shaking droplets from his shoulders. He removed his hat, tipped about a quart of water from its brim with a rueful smile, then strode to the bar and heaved himself into a stool.

"Barkeep!" he called, his voice a mellow baritone. "A glass of your finest whiskey, please, and a room for the night."

The man behind the bar looked him up and down, taking in at a glance the once-expensive clothes, now muddy and somewhat tattered. A poorly sewn patch was visible on the breast of the stranger's overcoat, and there was a gaping rip in the elbow. The barkeep raised an eyebrow and coughed meaningfully. "That'll be fifteen silvers, master."

"Fifteen silvers!" The traveler's jaw dropped and his eyes opened theatrically wide. "Are you a tavernkeep or a common highwayman?"

The barkeep's expression did not change. He held out a hand and tapped the palm.

"Oh, all right," the traveler grumbled, beginning to fumble through his pockets. "Here, I can give you... eight silvers, three coppers. And I'll sing some songs and tell some tales to loosen the purse strings of your other guests."

For the first time the barkeep's eyes showed a flicker of interest, but his jaw was still set firmly. "Not enough for both the whiskey and the bed. I'll give you the bed for that, or the whiskey and a decent meal. And I'll let you bed down next to the hearth."

"You're a heartless man, you know that? Give me the whiskey, then." As the barkeep bent down to retrieve the bottle from under the bar, the other man withdrew a wooden pipe and a small leather pouch of tobacco from a pocket of his frayed waistcoat. At a whispered word, light flared in the bowl. Soon the man was wreathed in a thick cloud of smoke.

Hard to believe it's come to this, he thought to himself. All that education, and for what? Here sits Francis Davidson, penniless, bartering for my keep with this scum, this mold in the dregs of society, this slimy bast...

"Your whiskey, master," the barkeep said, sliding the glass across the bar with a pleasantly familiar sound.

"Thank you, good sir," said Francis Davidson. He took a sip of the amber liquid.

Salt of the earth, these rustic types, he thought, as the whiskey spread warmth, optimism, and goodwill down his throat and throughout his body. It's not such a bad life after all. He drained the glass.

"Listen up, you lot," he cried out suddenly in a booming voice which filled the room. "You're in for a treat tonight. There isn't a story worth hearing that I can't tell, and I'll tell stories all this night as long as you keep my throat wet." He flicked a finger against the side of the now empty glass. "Any other tokens of your appreciation," he removed his hat with a sweeping gesture, "may be deposited here," and dropped it on the bar beside him.

Swiveling on his stool, Francis Davidson, itinerant storyweaver, turned to face his audience.

"Now what story would you like to hear?"

Traits: I speak with a voice which is deep and mellow, lending gravitas to almost everything I say. I can be both deeply serious and deeply un-serious, often both within a short period of time.
Ideals: The pursuit of the truth is fundamental to life, and it is through our stories that we can together seek after it.
Bonds: I carry with me at all times the first tattered book of fairy tales and stories which awakened my love of storytelling.
Flaws: I am often blinded by my own pride and am rarely willing to admit when I am wrong.


Skills: Animal Handling, Arcana, History, Insight, Persuasion, Religion

Feat: Inspiring Leader

Equipment: Leather armor, a dagger, an old cracked lute, a diplomat's pack, a tattered book of fairy tales, a tome of history, a pipe and tobacco, and a total of 8 sp and 3 cp.

Heck yes! Any system you want. Even 4e if you want, woa! I might even go crazy and make myself in 2e, haha. Whatever works best for people is the way to go!

Name: Stephanos "Safehouse" Blake
Stats:
Str 10, Dex 12, con 8, int 13, wis 15, Cha 14

Race: Human

Class: Rogue (Mastermind)

Background: Criminal (Smuggler)

"We can offer safe storage for both you and your ill-gotten gains, But you must adhere to the rules lest you wish for suffering.."
Stephanos is the owner and the proprietor of the inn "The Sly Fox", Favoured amongst the criminal underground as a safe haven and meeting place.
With strong connections with assassin guilds, the rules of The Sly Fox is followed if you value your continued existence though the rules are fairly simple:
1. No business is to be conducted on the grounds of The Sly Fox.
2. Anything that happens in The Sly Fox stays anonymous, and as a guest you are to allow the anonymity of other guests.

Stephanos himself is a ex-thief who, after being wounded by a spear trap, had to retire the the life of thieving and smuggling and acquired for himself a sizable estate on which he bases his inn "The Sly Fox" ( Though calling it an inn would be like calling a cupcake a big cake)
Through the use of his contacts in the thieves guilds, merchants guilds, the senate and assassins guild he is able to secure himself and his inn as the prime place to lay low.
And if its a job offer you're looking then look no further.

Ideals: I don’t steal from others in the trade.
The rules of conduct are not to be broken.

Bonds: The inn, my friends and my family.

Flaws:An innocent person is in prison for a crime that I
committed. I’m okay with that.
As a result of the wound, Stephanos has periods of leg-pain that hinders him from moving too fast.

Personality Traits: I am always calm, No matter the situation.

Skill Proficiencies: deception, stealth, perception, insight, sleight of hand, investigation

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Starting Items: per the DMG its 500 gp plus 1d10 x 25 gp, one uncommon magic item, normal starting equipment, but as with msot everything these are just guidelines not rules. I say toss in another 1000 gp for good measure amd buying a cool magic item. They need not be perfectly in the rules, as it should be the representation of you that you want, so story trumps rules. Have fun and cant wait to see the results!)

HMrm I realize I made something more akin to a NPC than a PC.
In any case, my mind just went away with me and I now have a idea on a connecttion between various criminal undergrounds in a place where they did not have to worry about being attacked, etc.

For the 4E lovers...*crickets chirping* ... Ok for me

Vork
Kobold Chaos Sorcerer , Level 1

HP 24/24; Bloodied 12
AC 14; Fortitude 11, Reflex 13, Will 16

Speed 7
Intiative +3
Passive Insight 10, Passive Perception 12

Str 10 (+0) Dex 16 (+3) Wis 11 (+0)
Con 12 (+1) Int 13 (+1) Cha 18 (+4)

Trained Skills Arcana +6, Bluff +9, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +6

Equipment , Fireburst Armor Level 3 (A), Dagger (1H)

Background: Slave to an Eladrin sorcerer for 10 years, who was killed by a raiding party.

Ideals: to want to stay alive

Bonds: to one that saves him

Flaws: acts like a beating dog

Personality traits: quirky with emotional ups and downs

Feats:
Arcane Spellfury
Prerequisite: Sorcerer

Benefit: When you hit any enemy with a sorcerer at-will attack power, you gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls against that enemy until the end of your next turn

Shifty Maneuver

Encounter power, move action, close burst 2. Target: You and each ally in the burst. Effect: Each target can shift 1 square as a free action.

Chaos sorcerer stuff
Wild soul
When you finish an extended rest, roll a d10 to determine a damage type.

d10 DamageType
1 Acid
2 Cold
3 Fire
4 Force
5 Lightning
6 Necrotic
7 Poison
8 Psychic
9 Radiant
10 Thunder

You gain resist 5 to that damage type until the end of your next extended rest. The resistance increases to 10 at 11th level and 15 at 21st level.
While you have resistance to that damage type, your arcane powers ignore any target’s resistance to that damage type up to the value of your resistance.

Unfettered Power

When you roll a natural 20 on an attack roll for an arcane power, you slide the target 1 square and knock it prone after applying the attack’s other effects.

When you roll a natural 1 on an attack roll for an arcane power, you must push each creature within 5 squares of you 1 square.

Chaos burst

Your first attack roll during each of your turns determines a benefit you gain in that round.

If you roll an even number, you gain a +1 bonus to AC until the start of your next turn.

If you roll an odd number, you make a saving throw.