Ander

Description:

Ander, level 1
Halfling, Rogue
Rogue Tactics: Cunning Sneak
Rogue: Sharpshooter Talent
Sharpshooter Talent: Sharpshooter Talent (Crossbow)
Background: Occupation – Entertainer, Society – Poor, Cutpurse (+2 to Bluff)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 12, Con 15, Dex 20, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 19.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 12, Con 15, Dex 18, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 17.

AC: 17 Fort: 12 Reflex: 17 Will: 14
HP: 27 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 6

TRAINED SKILLS
Stealth +10, Thievery +12, Insight +6, Bluff +11, Perception +6, Acrobatics +12

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +2, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +2, Heal +1, History +2, Intimidate +4, Nature +1, Religion +2, Streetwise +4, Athletics +1

FEATS
Level 1: Two-Fisted Shooter

POWERS
Rogue at-will 1: Deft Strike
Rogue at-will 1: Sly Flourish
Rogue encounter 1: Shadow Strike
Rogue daily 1: Scattering Shot

ITEMS
Hand Crossbow (2), Leather Armor, Lute, Adventurer’s Kit

Bio:

“I’m the reason you can’t have nice things.”

Ander looks at you with an eyebrow raised, suspicion in his eyes. “So, you wanna know my story? What do I look like, a bard?” Ander grins and says, “Fine, fine, you will get your story. It starts not so many years ago, in a small inn. My mother and father were the entertainment at the bar in the inn. Father played the piano, and mother sang. Time goes on, things happen and I was born. As soon as i could learn, Father taught me how to play the fiddle, and I joined them on stage. We played many, many nights together on the small stage. Many times the patrons of throw things at as and mock us. Father and mother took this in stride, but I HATED it!.” Ander looks at you and says, “If I am going to keep telling this story, at least buy me a drink.” After your back is turned, Anders quickly rubs his eyes. You return with the drink, he takes a great pull from the mug and exclaims, “Ahh, now that will help loosen the tongue. Now where was I? Ah yes, I was around five when it happened. Father had ben forced to work outside in a storm one night, and developed a bad sickness. What was it? Damned if I know! Do you think I am a cleric or something?” Ander grins and mutters to him self, “Me a cleric, now that is funny..” He clears his throat and continues, “Well, they forced father to preform in his condition, and during the busiest time of the day, me and mother were made to help serve the patrons. Father was weakly playing the old piano in the corner when I heard the music stop. I looked over to mother and saw her drop the tray she was carrying. She ran to father’s side, but he was already gone. Not long after Mother was sold to a man who had a… small person thing.” You look at Ander’s face expecting to see sorrow, but all you can see is anger. “Even at that young age, I knew i had to get out. I made a break for it in the dead of night. I lived on the streets, hiding most of the time. Not many people noticed a child halfling in the streets. It was during this time that I discovered that the patrons of bars and taverns tended to not notice when things went missing after they had had a good night out. As the years passed, I acquired pieces of armor and my 2 crossbows this way. I began to train with them at night on the outskirts of town. As I grew, I realized I wanted more to life then dirt and leftovers. I had always heard the stories from adventures in the inn when i was younger, and the thoughts of the money and treasure they found, Man did that sound good! I knew if I wanted to do this, I would have to enroll in school, and that is what I intend to do.” Ander stands up and places his hand on your shoulder, “Well friend, my story is done. Thank you for the drink. Oh? You wanna know how much of that story was true?” Anders cooks his head back and laughs. “Well, I will leave you to figure that out your self!” As Ander leaves, you turn back to your own drink. The bartender asks you to pay and that is when you realize your coin purse is gone, and the halfling is now nowhere to be seen.

Ander

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