Theren

Description:

Theren, level 1
Drow, Assassin|Rogue
Hybrid Assassin: Hybrid Assassin Will
Darkfire: Darkfire Charisma
Background: Reformed Villain, Drow – Outcast (+2 to Perception)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 12, Dex 18, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 16.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 12, Dex 16, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 14.

AC: 16 Fort: 11 Reflex: 15 Will: 14
HP: 23 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 5

TRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +9, Streetwise +8, Bluff +8, Perception +8, Stealth +11, Thievery +9

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +1, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +1, Heal +1, History +1, Insight +1, Intimidate +5, Nature +1, Religion +1, Athletics

FEATS
Level 1: Ruthless Hunter

POWERS
Hybrid at-will 1: Sly Flourish
Hybrid at-will 1: Executioner’s Noose
Hybrid encounter 1: Unbalancing Shot
Hybrid daily 1: Targeted for Death

ITEMS
Accurate Ki Focus, Hand Crossbow, Leather Armor, Thieves’ Tools, Dagger

Bio:

I’ve been in this hell hole of a city for a long time now. An outcast from my home only to be any outcast here. At least I’ve been able to survive on my wits and a natural skill in using the shadows of the night. I arrived here about ten years ago, fleeing for my life. A drows life is not for me, Lloth be damned.

Work was hard to find being a drow so I used the darkness to support myself. It was about 6 years ago I met Gaeden, the leader of a small group of pick pockets. We crossed paths one night and after a short “discussion” it became obvious to me that joining his group would be beneficial to us both. As time went on I climbed the ranks of the guild to be second in command and that’s when Gaeden started to change his tactics. He wanted to be more brutal in acquiring goods. He felt fear in his victims would be a benefit to his long term plans, namely starting a protection racket.

It was going well for a time with me being able to avoid the most brutal of the heists until one night I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone died, someone rather more important than a commoner. I had nothing to do with it yet I took the fall and was thrown in jail. Gaeden, that rat bastard sold me out. He was the one that did it yet there I was, rotting in jail, waiting for the noose.

Five years I waited. No one came to string me up. Then, all of a sudden, I’m let go and told I served my time. I asked no questions as I walked from the jail yet my mind was reeling with them. How?, why?, who?. I’ve been free for a month now with papers saying I’ve served my time for the crime I didn’t even commit. I wander the streets, no money in pocket, some gear that I’ve found and only two goals keeping me fed.

Hear me now. Before I die, two things will happen. My name will be cleared and Gaeden, that son of vermin spawn will pay the ultimate price.

Theren

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