Iolair Ap CaayrMale NG Human Scout 1/Totemist 2
Level 3,
Init +2,
HP 33,
Speed 40'
AC 19,
Touch 12,
FF 17,
Fort +6,
Ref +7,
Will +1,
BAB 1
(+4 Chain Shirt, +1 Dastana, +2 Dex, +2 Natural)
Claw +7 (+1 BAB, +3 STR, +3 Enhancement) 1d6+6, 20/x2
STR 16
DEX 14
CON 16
INT 10
WIS 12
CHA 8
Background:[spoiler]Born to the Ohjibwah tribe, a small clan of humans who range the deep forests of The Savage Frontier, Iolair was taught the way of the hunter from an early age. By the time he was 18, he was a successful woodsman, ranging far and wide to bring back game for his family to eat and make goods from. He had a knack for languages, and learned to read from a traveling band of halflings that would periodically trade with his people. One fateful day, upon returning from an fruitless hunt, he witnessed something that would change his young life forever: a mated pair of Bulettes were rampaging through his tribe's camp. They destroyed everything in their path, including Iolair's family, the chief, and several of the strongest warriors. They left the same way they had arrived, by tunneling through the earth. Evidently the tribe had disturbed their underground rest with the rythmic stomping of a ritual dance. The ease with which the two behemoths had tore apart his home and his tribe left the young hunter in awe of what he had seen. He gathered what little belongings he had and sought out the wilderness, fasting and communing with the spirits for many days. Finally, he learned to tap into the power of the souls of not only the Mighty Landshark, but of a host of these "magical beasts".
So Iolair wandered the face of Toril, seeing many strange things, and meeting many strange people. It was with one of these people that he developed a lasting friendship with. He met a young lawyer named Lukas Arrenov, and sensed in him a kindred spirit, for he too had learned how to shape the soulstuff known as Incarnum, although in a completely different way. Lukas was totally devoted to the cause of Law, his conviction strong enough that it formed an Incarnate Weapon, a longsword, The Sword of Law. Although they sometimes disagree as the best path through a given situation(Iolair advocating Good for it's own sake, and Lukas , the Law), the duo have proven to be an effective combination, and a lasting friendship has been formed.[/spoiler]
Personality:[spoiler]Iolair is a quiet man, as if he were always on the hunt. Under stress, when nervous, or when among friends however, he tends to open and up and gab. He does not hesitate to stand in the gap for those unable to, and loves hearing stories and jokes, possessing a laugh and smile that are never far from him. He tries his best to be as respectful of others as possible, unless they have proven themselves fools in his eyes.[/spoiler]
Description:[spoiler]A man of average height stands before you, carrying himself with a wary confidence. Life on the frontier and his premature white hair have aged his features considerably, but his mirthful eyes bely his youth. The skin on his legs is leathery, and claws protrude from the backs of his hands, and the top of his feet, which are shod in sturdy explorer's boots. His skin has a slight purple sheen to it, and there is a row of scales encircling his waist.[/spoiler]