Wil

An impatient young man driven to greatness

Description:

Wil, level 1 Human, Rogue|Sorcerer Sorcerous Power: Sorcerous Power Dexterity Hybrid Talent: Soul of the Sorcerer Soul of the Sorcerer: Wild Soul Background: Born Under a Bad Sign (Born Under a Bad Sign Benefit)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 14, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 16.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 14, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 14.

AC: 13 Fort: 13 Reflex: 15 Will: 15 HP: 28 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 7

TRAINED SKILLS Athletics +7, Perception +5, Thievery +8, Diplomacy +8, Stealth +8, Acrobatics +8

UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana, Bluff +3, Dungeoneering, Endurance, Heal, History, Insight, Intimidate +3, Nature, Religion, Streetwise +3

FEATS Human: Sorcerous Blade Channeling Level 1: Hybrid Talent

POWERS Bonus At-Will Power: Lightning Strike Hybrid Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike Hybrid Sorcerer at-will 1: Chaos Bolt Hybrid encounter 1: Torturous Strike Hybrid daily 1: Dazzling Ray

ITEMS Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing), Adventurer’s Kit, Tooth of Chaos Dagger +1, Short sword

Bio:

The first time that I remember it happening I was maybe six. I was playing beneath the branches of the large oak in the front of our house and I heard a loud flapping noise and I looked up to find a raven staring at me. I was terrified but didn’t know why; it was as if some phantom hand had clasped my heart its icy grip. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even as I heard the crack of the tree branch above me.

There were the dead birds a year later, and then the goblin raiders about a half year after that.

I lost count of how many times it happened, but I did learn something from the whole affair. I’m not long for this world. That’s a simple fact and I won’t rail against it any more. No one lives forever, even heroes, and why should I be any different?

Stories though. Stories live on long after the person has died. Tales of valor and strength, poems of heroism and bravery. Even stories of villains are told to keep wayward children in line long after their time has come.

I may die, but the tale of my life will pass on for years to come and everyone will know who I am and what I accomplished.

Wil

Nothing is ever that simple. jetroudt