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===HP===
 
===HP===
  
'''Permanent Max HP:''' 30
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'''Permanent Max HP:''' 29
  
'''Temporary Max HP:''' 30
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'''Temporary Max HP:''' 29
  
'''Current HP:''' 30
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'''Current HP:''' 29
  
 
'''Hit Dice:'''
 
'''Hit Dice:'''
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'''Bond:''' I entered seclusion to hide from the ones who might still be hunting me. I must someday confront them.<br>
 
'''Bond:''' I entered seclusion to hide from the ones who might still be hunting me. I must someday confront them.<br>
 
'''Flaw:''' I’d risk too much to uncover a lost bit of knowledge.
 
'''Flaw:''' I’d risk too much to uncover a lost bit of knowledge.
 
'''The Beginning'''
 
 
Never knowing where his next meal was coming from or whether he was to survive a beating this day or the next from his family of orphans or his supposed care takers, Hondo could no longer afford to suffer the injustices that were his life.  Hungry and afraid, he developed a tenuous relationship with the marks he had been forced to steal from.  Each tavern owner and merchant with which he supped for mere minutes of each day owed him for small bits of information or tasks that he was available to provide which they gladly traded for what he needed to get by.
 
 
After a few years, he had developed a solid relationship with the local monastery for whom he ran errands, and things started to line up for Hondo.  He was tired of running and not belonging, the street life was simply not the way he wanted to live.  The Way of the Eternal Flame had for him structure, a dry and safe place to sleep every night and the possibility of a crucible moment every day in which he could burn away the tattered beginnings of his life and serve a purpose.
 
 
'''The Turn'''
 
 
He never gave thought to whom he served above and beyond his teachers.  They were learned and just.  In all their hearts was a bright ember that could be fanned to burn away the chaff that surrounded them.  A singular cleansing purpose.  Hondo excelled in his instruction and took to the orders philosophies in equal stride.
 
 
The dawn of his initiation into the order came shortly after his 18th summer and to usher him in, he was given his most important task to date.  Hondo's target was one that had caused great harm to the order.  He would bring the person to justice, he swore to his elders.
 
 
As the mission unfolded, several things occurred to him.  As one of his dearest confidants growing up on the streets life's blood soaked his garments, Hondo realized he was a pawn.  He was not an instrument of justice, but a tool of ignorance that had been told to strike and he had done so without the benefit of knowledge.  What was his friends crimes?  The support of a cause to overturn the iron control of the magrocracy and even his base desire to see him tried justly for his ill intent was denied him as he was killed in cold blood.  A wrong that now sat on his conscience.
 
 
'''Righting Wrong'''
 
 
He fled.  There were no words that given to him had eased his disposition.  Hondo knew that he had invested too much time in the ranks of those that cared not for the craft that they pursued with heart soul and body.  With him was the pack on his back and his sword at his side.  In his scroll case was every document he could lay his hands on that could possibly be incriminating though he doubted it.  He was watched every where he went in that blasted compound he realized after the mission.
 
 
He knew how to survive on little and he had learned much even in his short time with his former order.  As he wondered the lands to the east of his former home, he found signs of civilization.  He diligently did all that he could to find the source to no avail.  He waited where he knew they must come, but even his patience was bested.  So he pushed his physical boundaries of endurance one time too many and found himself in a spartan cell with water and flatbread of sorts at his elbow.
 
 
The next year could be summarized by his former life as remedial and 'at a stand still.' Even so, he learned more about himself and reaffirmed his beliefs in that short time frame than he had even during his trials on the streets.
 
 
Hondo, after proving his character and ethics, counted himself as what appeared on the outside a rag tag group of misplaced members who really had fled from persecutions of a finer sort.  His own flight that of moral imbalances that had threatened to sink him into an empty existence.  Their elders were the Elven folk and their martial arts was one of the purest forms focusing on the perfect balance of self.
 
  
 
==Feats==
 
==Feats==
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* Short Sword
 
* Short Sword
  
* Explorer's pack: has built in sheath for a short sword and is crafted of the finest material.
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* Explorer's pack  
 
** Backpack
 
** Backpack
 
** Bedroll
 
** Bedroll
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** 50 feet of hempen rope
 
** 50 feet of hempen rope
 
** a scroll case stuffed full of notes from your studies or prayers
 
** a scroll case stuffed full of notes from your studies or prayers
*** one piece of unrefutable evidence
 
 
** a winter blanket
 
** a winter blanket
 
** a set of common clothes
 
** a set of common clothes
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==Appearance==
 
==Appearance==
Very light blonde
 
Brown eyes
 
Light tan to olive skin tone
 
Hondo has been in more fights than he can count and his face shows it.  His septum can be pushed into several different unique angles.  He is missing a handful of teeth.  Scar tissue under his lip from punches make it look like he has a mouth full of gravel.  He is missing the upper half of his right ear.  He has an odd roll to his shoulders and slight undulation to his back when he walks though it does not hinder him.
 
 
 
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