Sir Vesuvius

Sir Vesuvius

Race: Human, Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight) Background: Soldier, Alignment: Chaotic Good Patron Deity: I don't believe in God Factions: {{{Factions}}}

Ability Scores

Strength 18 (+4), Dexterity 16 (+3), Constitution 14 (+2); Intelligence 17 (+3), Wisdom 12 (+1), Charisma 9 (-1)

Proficiencies

Bonus: +2 Saving Throws: Str & Con Skills: Acrobatics Athletics History Intimidation Tools: Playing Card set and Vehicle (land) Languages: Common, Elf Armor: All Weapons: All

Traits

Dueling, Second Wind, Action Surge, Weapon Bond

Feats

Durable

Combat

Attacks: Long Sword Armor Class: 16 (leather), Initiative: +3, Speed: 30 ft Hit Points: 33, Hit Dice: 3d10

Social

Personality Traits: {{{Personality}}} Ideals: I value Logic over Emotion and need proof to be sure. Having grown up in exile or keeping who I am secret, I respect the common folk, and have no love for nobility or the military. Freedom -I will fight against those who would tell others what they may and may not study or know Bonds: My Aunt Reagan, My Farm. The enemies of Astrapola are my enemies, and they will pay for what they have done. Flaws: Lacking Self Confidence, Low Emotional Awareness, Overly Intellectualized (cold). I am ashamed of my order's failures, and do not readily admit to being a Starry Blade.

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Origin

Different, that’s how Vesuvius has always felt. Though from his exterior you would never know it. He’s 6’ tall, muscled but stocky at 225 lbs, blue eyes and curly blonde hair that creates a halo above his chiseled jaw line. This difference was made extremely clear growing up in a small provincial farming community. The first layer of difference came from the fact that he didn't have a Father or a Mother growing up. He had an overly nurturing Aunt (who made the best minced meat pies ever), an annoying younger brother (who he practiced fighting with on a regular basis), and a few farm hands. Second was the fact that his physique garnered too much attention, especially by girls. Their gaze made him uncomfortable, mostly because it didn't stir his loins as it did for other boys. Vesuvius would much rather be alone with his books or exploring the wilderness by himself. See the problem was that Vesuvius was very talented at farm work, was extremely attractive physically (by the small towns standards), and everyone knew he was extremely smart. He was a big fish in a small pond that wanted nothing but to hide in the reeds. When he turned 16, these problems only became worse. He found out who his Father really was. His Father is Sir Aldmont of the Starblades, the legendary knights from Astrapola. Sir Aldmont came to fetch Vesuvius just two years ago and took him on as his squire. This radical shift in lifestyle only pushed Vesuvius further into his shell. Plus his Father’s constant criticism (because he saw how great Vesuvius could be) annihilated what little self esteem he had.

Appearance

Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 225 lbs
Hair: Curly Blond
Eyes: Blue
AGE: 18

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