CHARACTER NAME> Beowulf Ordine

Exp> 15

Denare> 200

Race> Elf/Human (Morgans/European and Wild Elf)

Prof> Warrior
         Enforcer

Age> Appears to be 28

Gender> Male

Height> 5'7"

Weight> 143 lbs

Health> 100

Spells> 14

Prayers> 11

D.Hp> 7 

Movement> 7

Attributes>

Power> 14

Reflex> 15

Spirit> 11

Mind> 14

Social> 11

Abilities>

Resist+> 0

Cast+> +1

Parry+> +1

Dodge+> +3

Movement+> +3

Melee ATR+> +1

Range ATR+> 0

Block+> +1

Prayer+> 0

E.Resist+> 0

Grapple+> 0

D.Hp+> +2

Equipment

Primary Hand> Rusted Blade (2H) d10 dmg

Secondary Hand> Throwing Cards d4 dmg

Armor> 16%

Character Skill Abilities>

• Melee Weapons +3 ATR
• Melee Dodge +2 DR vs. Melee

Languages> Common

Alignment> Hero

God> Unknown

Character Background> Having lived quite the successful life in a land far in the distance, he had found himself in what he may have considered quite a dilemma.  Form what he understands, he was being pinned down, watching the woman he loved so dearly get beaten and kidnapped in front of his eyes.  Helpless and unable to do anything, he traveled for days, wandering aimlessly.  He had little to no direction in what he would do, having not a single clue on how to find the woman he loved.  Hunger, thirst, and lack of sleep had gotten the best of him.  He had sold all of his belongings just to make ends meet.  Eventually, he fell to the ground form hunger, thirst, and sickness.

In his dreams, he had wonderful dreams of the woman he loved from back then.  He remembered her being strong willed, even when times got rough.  A strange vision had come to him soon after, that maybe all he had seen was simply an illusion made to kill him from the inside.  Noting that mental scars hurt more than physical, he was once told by a powerful mage that he had known as X.

HE had awakened from his long dreams to find himself in the heart of a forest in the dead of night.  He was wearing nothing but rags at the time.  He had troubles fighting around and avoiding the various monsters that crawl in the night.  He then eventually came to the tavern to seek refuge, only to see a familiar face.  He was then told that 100 years had past since his last life.  Which had devastated him, to say the least.

The passing of a hundred years has made him question his humanity, for no normal human can live over 100 years and retain his normal youth.

Then he returned to the tavern only to find out that his true love had appeared in the tavern several times.  This has broadened his ray of hope.  He is determined to find her, and if she forgets, he'll make her fall in love with him yet again and retain the life he had in the past.

Skills

Acrobatics> 0

Empathy> 0

Lore> 0

Athletics> 0

Etiquette> 0

Perform> 0

Bluff> 0

Forgery> 0

Ride> +4

Boating> 0

Gather Information> 0

Search> 0

Craft> 0

Handle Animal> +4

Sight> 0

Concentrate> +4

Intimidation> 0

Stealth> +4

Disguise> 0

Investigation> 0

Survival> +4

Escape Artist> 0

Listen> 0

Tracking> +4

Knowledges

Academics> 0

Foreign>  0

Occult> 0

Appraisal> 0

Hearth> 0

Poison> 0

Architecture> 0

Law> 0

Religion> 0

Areas> 0

Languages> 0

Rituals> 0

Business> 0

Medicine> +4

Street> 0

Cultural> 0

Nature> +4

Spell Craft> +4

Domestic> +4

Negotiate> 0

Inventory

Leather Cap 4% Armor (E)

Travel Gear 12% Armor (E)