Post by Sej on Mar 11, 2019 0:23:07 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Soren Emile Jacques
Race: Half-Elkagr
-Extreme emotions: Suffer from a -5 threshold to all Relationship checks.
-Exceptional Hearing: +5 to all sound based detection checks.
-Ethnicity:
High-Elkagr:
-Leaking Power:Passive Mp-regeneration of 5 per turn.
-Grasp of Magic: +5 to power based checks And rolls.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 140 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Class/Occupation: Mage/Scout
Nobility: Lesser
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Alliance, RJG
Languages: Cruic
Appearance:
Still boyish in face, Soren is yet to fully outgrow the gangly bearing of his early teenage years.
Personality: Callous. Miserly. Sardonic. Ambitious. Fearing discrimination for the impurity of his blood from either parentage, young Soren tends to brood beneath the wild curls he lets grow over the pointed tips of his ears.
Soren has spent the teenage years of his life with less. Less than others, less than they had. Less than what is owed to him and less than what he might grasp for himself if only the opportunity were before him. Forced to manage his alcoholic parent from a young age, the young man had to learn to stretch what pennies remained from his father's mismanagement just to survive. He loved his father but realized quickly that he needed to be able to close his heart to the emotional wheedling that would inevitably come when the man's allowance would run dry, wasted on liquor.
The optimistic dreams of a young child were slowly crushed by reality as Soren witnessed the diminishment of his family's estate over his adolescence, culminating in the loss of what land they had left and their ancestral home. Living a short step from complete poverty, sleeping hungry as often as not, has left him rather jaded, expecting to receive nothing he cannot claim for himself through blood and grit.
A small pit of resentment smolders in his stomach, fond memories of the days when he would sleep with a full belly and servants would defer to him plaguing his dreams every so often. Truth be told, Soren resents most people with status and wealth at least to some degree. He desires a better lot for himself and envies them. Over time, that desire has become a burning ambition to not only regain his family's former status and wealth, but to grow it far beyond any their history had ever known.
History:
"Jacques-who?"
This would be the typical response given at most courts and estates across the land. His house had never been a very large, influential, or well known one. But they were noble. Throughout history their land and wealth waxed and waned under the various managements of his ancestors but no patriarch ever proved so disastrous as Soren's father Michael.
Taken with drink and gambling, Michael spent and lost far more than their relatively meager means could afford. This hemorrhaging of wealth was kept somewhat under control by the influence of Soren's grandfather and those competent men and women who'd served him all their lives, even after health reasons forced him to retire to the background. Grandfather's eventual death marked a black day in their household.
Soren was only seven, his education not yet complete and thus far poorly managed, when the elder was pronounced dead. Within the span of the next five years, Michael would drink and gamble away the family's wealth, dismissing any advisor or servant who would caution restraint. They lost their former lands and were left with little but some heirlooms and their ancestral home.
Young Soren began hiding the remaining assets from his father after the first time he purchased food for himself and, doing some simple math, realized just how finite their money was. He budgeted and haggled with merchants to make the most a young man could manage off of what heirlooms they had left, practicing his archery and magical skill swith the notion of one day putting them to use in some way that would make him money. But he could only go so far absent a tutor, literate, and absent practical experience. Those were some hard, hungry years.
Michael died. The young man learned this after his father did not return home several days after his latest bender and a creditor came calling to their home, Soren's own efforts to locate his father having turned up nothing, confirming his dark suspicions. Evicted, the ancestral house was no longer his home and it was sink or swim. Having toyed with the option frequently those last two years, the young man swallowed his pride, buckled down his apprehension, and signed on with the Alliance.
Soren's mother? Well, truthfully, he knows little of her. Told she died birthing him growing up, Soren has heard several differing accounts of her demise or abscondment from his father in various states of inebriation. Maybe she's still out there. Or not.
20 words or less: Drunkard father of some minor noble house squanders their wealth and dies. Landless Soren packs up and joins the alliance.
Inventory:
Armor
-Head:
-Armor: Nobles clothes (DR: 0)
-Feet:
-Gloves:
-Belt:
-Ring 1:
-Ring 2:
-Amulet:
Armaments
-Primary Weapon: Dagger (Small knife, Dmg: 15)
-Secondary Weapon:
-Back: Short Bow (Range: 20 meters, Dmg: 20), Small Quiver (50/50 wooden arrows)
-Right Arm:
-Left Arm:
-Right Thigh:
-Left Thigh:
Free Space: 0/6
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-
-
-
-
-
Stats Original
Str: 10
Vit: 10
Agi: 10
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 10
P: 10
K: 10
HP: 200/200
SM: 20/20
MP: 110/110
Stats Current (1 Undistributed)
Str: 10
Vit: 15
Agi: 12
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 15
P: 15
K: 15
HP: 200/200 (Needs recalculating)
SM: 20/20 (Needs recalculating)
MP: 110/110 (Needs recalculating)
Fight Record:
Wins: 0
Draws: 0
Losses: 0
Knowledge Possessed:
-Auto: Cruic I
-Starting:
Thaumaturgy I (+1)
Arcane I (+1)
Earth I (+1)
Planar I (+1)
Dodging I (+1)
Carousing I (+2)
Running I (+2)
Merchant I (+1)
Bows I (+2)
Marksmanship I (+1)
-Quest:
Camping I (+2)
Name: Soren Emile Jacques
Race: Half-Elkagr
-Extreme emotions: Suffer from a -5 threshold to all Relationship checks.
-Exceptional Hearing: +5 to all sound based detection checks.
-Ethnicity:
High-Elkagr:
-Leaking Power:Passive Mp-regeneration of 5 per turn.
-Grasp of Magic: +5 to power based checks And rolls.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 140 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Class/Occupation: Mage/Scout
Nobility: Lesser
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Alliance, RJG
Languages: Cruic
Appearance:
Still boyish in face, Soren is yet to fully outgrow the gangly bearing of his early teenage years.
Personality: Callous. Miserly. Sardonic. Ambitious. Fearing discrimination for the impurity of his blood from either parentage, young Soren tends to brood beneath the wild curls he lets grow over the pointed tips of his ears.
Soren has spent the teenage years of his life with less. Less than others, less than they had. Less than what is owed to him and less than what he might grasp for himself if only the opportunity were before him. Forced to manage his alcoholic parent from a young age, the young man had to learn to stretch what pennies remained from his father's mismanagement just to survive. He loved his father but realized quickly that he needed to be able to close his heart to the emotional wheedling that would inevitably come when the man's allowance would run dry, wasted on liquor.
The optimistic dreams of a young child were slowly crushed by reality as Soren witnessed the diminishment of his family's estate over his adolescence, culminating in the loss of what land they had left and their ancestral home. Living a short step from complete poverty, sleeping hungry as often as not, has left him rather jaded, expecting to receive nothing he cannot claim for himself through blood and grit.
A small pit of resentment smolders in his stomach, fond memories of the days when he would sleep with a full belly and servants would defer to him plaguing his dreams every so often. Truth be told, Soren resents most people with status and wealth at least to some degree. He desires a better lot for himself and envies them. Over time, that desire has become a burning ambition to not only regain his family's former status and wealth, but to grow it far beyond any their history had ever known.
History:
"Jacques-who?"
This would be the typical response given at most courts and estates across the land. His house had never been a very large, influential, or well known one. But they were noble. Throughout history their land and wealth waxed and waned under the various managements of his ancestors but no patriarch ever proved so disastrous as Soren's father Michael.
Taken with drink and gambling, Michael spent and lost far more than their relatively meager means could afford. This hemorrhaging of wealth was kept somewhat under control by the influence of Soren's grandfather and those competent men and women who'd served him all their lives, even after health reasons forced him to retire to the background. Grandfather's eventual death marked a black day in their household.
Soren was only seven, his education not yet complete and thus far poorly managed, when the elder was pronounced dead. Within the span of the next five years, Michael would drink and gamble away the family's wealth, dismissing any advisor or servant who would caution restraint. They lost their former lands and were left with little but some heirlooms and their ancestral home.
Young Soren began hiding the remaining assets from his father after the first time he purchased food for himself and, doing some simple math, realized just how finite their money was. He budgeted and haggled with merchants to make the most a young man could manage off of what heirlooms they had left, practicing his archery and magical skill swith the notion of one day putting them to use in some way that would make him money. But he could only go so far absent a tutor, literate, and absent practical experience. Those were some hard, hungry years.
Michael died. The young man learned this after his father did not return home several days after his latest bender and a creditor came calling to their home, Soren's own efforts to locate his father having turned up nothing, confirming his dark suspicions. Evicted, the ancestral house was no longer his home and it was sink or swim. Having toyed with the option frequently those last two years, the young man swallowed his pride, buckled down his apprehension, and signed on with the Alliance.
Soren's mother? Well, truthfully, he knows little of her. Told she died birthing him growing up, Soren has heard several differing accounts of her demise or abscondment from his father in various states of inebriation. Maybe she's still out there. Or not.
20 words or less: Drunkard father of some minor noble house squanders their wealth and dies. Landless Soren packs up and joins the alliance.
Inventory:
Armor
-Head:
-Armor: Nobles clothes (DR: 0)
-Feet:
-Gloves:
-Belt:
-Ring 1:
-Ring 2:
-Amulet:
Armaments
-Primary Weapon: Dagger (Small knife, Dmg: 15)
-Secondary Weapon:
-Back: Short Bow (Range: 20 meters, Dmg: 20), Small Quiver (50/50 wooden arrows)
-Right Arm:
-Left Arm:
-Right Thigh:
-Left Thigh:
Free Space: 0/6
-
-
-
-
-
-
Stats Original
Str: 10
Vit: 10
Agi: 10
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 10
P: 10
K: 10
HP: 200/200
SM: 20/20
MP: 110/110
Stats Current (1 Undistributed)
Str: 10
Vit: 15
Agi: 12
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 15
P: 15
K: 15
HP: 200/200 (Needs recalculating)
SM: 20/20 (Needs recalculating)
MP: 110/110 (Needs recalculating)
Fight Record:
Wins: 0
Draws: 0
Losses: 0
Knowledge Possessed:
-Auto: Cruic I
-Starting:
Thaumaturgy I (+1)
Arcane I (+1)
Earth I (+1)
Planar I (+1)
Dodging I (+1)
Carousing I (+2)
Running I (+2)
Merchant I (+1)
Bows I (+2)
Marksmanship I (+1)
-Quest:
Camping I (+2)
First Aid I (+2)
Smuggling I (+1)
Disguises I (+1)
Shielding I (+1)
Shielding I (+1)
-Levels: (1 unpicked)
