“If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.”
Male Human Fighter 3
Representing Hyungho Seo
Total Hit Points: 33
Speed: 30 feet
Armor Class: 13 = 10 + 3 [dexterity]
Touch AC: 13
Initiative modifier: +3 = +3 [dexterity]
Fortitude save: +6 = 3 [base] +3 [constitution]
Reflex save: +4 = 1 [base] +3 [dexterity]
Will save: +3 = 1 [base] +2 [wisdom]
Attack (handheld): +7 = 3 [base] +4 [strength]
Attack (unarmed): +7 = 3 [base] +4 [strength]
Attack (missile): +6 = 3 [base] +3 [dexterity]
Grapple check: +7 = 3 [base] +4 [strength]
Light load: 100 lb. or less
Medium load: 101-200 lb.
Heavy load: 201-300 lb.
Lift over head: 300 lb.
Lift off ground: 600 lb.
Push or drag: 1500 lb.
Languages: Common, Elven
Oversized Two Weapon Fighting
|Skill Name||Key Ability||Skill Modifier||Ability Modifier||Ranks||Misc. Modifier|
- = check penalty for wearing armor
Winter Cloak of Resistance (+1 all saves)
Cheap Copper Necklace
Pillar Cut Emerald Ring w/Gold Band
Ranpurrian Calvary Saber
+2 Keen Dagger
Dagger of Heironeous
Armor & Clothing
Roll of Bandages
Box of Matches x3 (145 Matches)
Flask of Oil x4
Fog Cutter Lantern
Canned Beans (week)
Bottle of Gin x2
Bottle of Grinning Absinthe
Flask of Instant Rope
Deck of Playing Cards
Tanned Sheep Skin x3
Currency: 65 GP, 56 SP, 102 CP
He doesn’t even know what religion is.
Flint tends to be called a retard often by his acquaintances. He is amazed by the simplest of things, and jumps out at almost anything. He is dense to sarcasm and people making fun of him. Half the time he could described as having a foolish grin and happy like an abnormal person. The other half, he is indescribably depressed and suicidal, where he can easily be ticked off into extreme anger. He may be intellectually stupid, but he can subconsciously map out everything in his mind and make the right decisions (sometimes).
Father-Soom Ellijant, Mother-Shelly Ellijant, Brother-Unnin T. Ellijant. His family disowned Flint. However, Flint still feels an attachment to them and writes letters often.
Favored weapon: One-handed sword
Favored fighting style: Attacking head on like an idiot
Flint was born in an unnamed, extremely poor farming village as the second and youngest brother of his family. The village was located in the middle of nowhere in Ranpurre, completely obscured by swampland. It amazes many people that the village managed to live off of farming in this kind of environment. The conditions were so poor in the village that 20% of the village population died a year. Families would kill newborn babies in order to not have an extra mouth to feed, and to get themselves dinner. Ever since Flint was old enough to walk, he has been doing chores without even being allowed to take a break. He worked as hard as he could. He was quite a smart boy, always innovating new ways to farm. However, his older brother, Unnin, completely overshadowed every single one of his characteristics. It was at the point where his own parents would completely ignore Flint and dote only on the brother. Depressed, the fifteen year old Flint would go out into the woods unnoticed almost everyday in order to comfort himself. Villagers theorized he lived and socialized with wild animals. His family disregarded him as if he did not exist. He would often hear his parents’ conversations that went something similar to “Why didn’t we eat him when he was a baby?” “Well, it’s not like we can’t right now.” every time. But one day, he did not come back from the woods. After two and a half days passed, Flint’s parents ordered Unnin to retrieve him because they didn’t have enough food for dinner, and if he did not come back, it would be a waste. However, Unnin found Flint crawling around aimlessly around his favorite place, around a particularly bent-out-of-shape tree. Flint, Unnin noted, had a gigantic wound on the back of his head, and several others all over his body. Unnin only for a second thought about how he was supposed to cook something injured this much, but reacted quickly to scoop the teenager up and bring him home. To this day, no one really knows what happened to Flint. At home, Flint was a completely different person. It was since then he was permanently mentally unstable. Even his personality changed. His parents thought with disappointment of how a potential food source became a horrible burden. They disowned Flint the next year. Flint was very confused indeed. Flint loved his family very much. So Flint decided that his parents were sending him out on an adventure like he heard about in bedtime stories. So he happily accepted this fact and set out on his adventure with no supplies except something to cover his body. He almost died the following 3 months out in the wilderness. He only just chanced upon dead bodies which provided him the supplies and meat he needed. He picked up a light sword and played around with it. After a year or so, he was quite good at swordsmanship, and began to work as a small-time mercenary. Every time he worked for a different client, he believed the people he was ordered to attack were the bad guys. So he killed the completely defenseless people with honor and glory. Of course, he wrote letters addressed to “Mah Parunts” describing his wonderful adventures as the hero of Ranpurre. Apparently paper airplanes do a rather good job at delivering mail. Several years passed like this, when he was hired by another fighter, who was on a contract to kill a certain prominent family. The fighter only just managed to keep from slicing Flint’s throat due to his unintelligible rants as they traveled to the destined location. Flint was rather surprised to see his old hometown again. The village was completely changed. The houses were fancy, too. But there was no mistaking the place. The fighter indicated that the family they were supposed to massacre was the most successful family in the village. But shock overcame him to learn that it was his own family. Flint couldn’t believe it. He could not believe at all that his family were bad guys. Conflicted, he thought about how much he loved his family. Do heroes love bad guys? Flint wasn’t sure. A friendly hello wouldn’t hurt, Flint decided. He approached the house which was at least four times bigger than he remembered, and opened the door without even knocking. He yelled he was home, and a man came out of nowhere. It was Soom, his father. Flint’s father yelled at Flint to get the hell out of his house, or he’ll kill him. “Fath-” Flint tried calling out, but was interrupted by him seeing his mother, so he switched to calling out for his mother “Moth-” before he was pushed out of the door and the door was slammed shut, and hitting Flint straight in the face, dislocating his nose. Flint thought that bad spirits must have taken over their family which made them bad guys. He then saw his brother talking with another villager, who said to Unnin, “Ever since you suggested cutting down trees, instead of farming…” Flint froze. Without thinking he ran back to his favorite, twisted up tree. There was nothing but lonely stumps surrounding him. All this time, his fighter companion was following him around confusedly. Now Flint was truly convinced that his family were bad guys. No, not bad, evil. He doesn’t know what happened that day, but there was a lot of violent fighting and dying people. Flint had attacked his brother straight on in the middle of the street, as he always does. Unnin quickly fled, and townspeople took up pitchforks and watering cans from their old storage. Flint wept as he killed his parents, whispering to them now they won’t be tortured by the evil spirits that controlled their bodies. Unnin was nowhere to be seen. His companion was among the dead, and the rest of the townsfolk fled into their homes. Flint was angered beyond describable limits. Flint was certain for sure that the evil spirit controlling Unnin was the master evil spirit. He blames Unnin for everyone’s deaths. He still doesn’t know where Unnin is to this day, and hopes he can find him somewhere on the planet. As he grew older, he regained some common sense, but he was still stupid as a rock. To present day, he has been doing mercenary work for honor and glory as a hero of the people, eliminating all the bad guys in the world.