Yancy Blue
Halfdwarven Ranger
"Wolf in sheep's clothing? You mean a poodle?"
Base Matrix
Ranger L1 | Alignment LN
AC 18 | HP 12 | Initiative +2 | Proficiency +2 | Size M | Speed 30 | Darkvision 60'
Abilities/Saves
STR 14 / +2 Save (+4) || DEX 14 / +2 Save (+4) || CON 14 / +2 Save (+2) || INT 12 / +1 Save (+1) || WIS 14 / +2 Save (+2) || CHA 12 / +1 Save (+1)
Fey Ancestry: Advantage on charm saves. Immune to magical sleep.
Combat
Armor Proficiencies: Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shield
- Scale + Shield
Weapon Proficiencies: All Martial, All Simple
- Battleaxe: +4 [to hit] | 1d8+2 [damage] | Versatile (1d10)
- Hand Axe: +4 [to hit melee/thrown] | 1d6+2 [damage melee/thrown] | Light/Thrown [20/60]
- Dagger: +4 [to hit melee/thrown] | 1d4+2 [damage melee/thrown] | Finesse/Light/Thrown [20/60]
Magic
Sp Att: +4 | Sp DC: 12 | Spell Slots: N/A
Feats/Features
Telepathic: 60'/LOS/Creature must know your language to understand.
- Detect Thoughts: Once per Long Rest
Deft Explorer: Canny | Favorite Enemy: Orcs/Goblins
Skills/Tools/Tongues
Str >> Athletics [+4]
Dex >> Acrobatics [+2] | Sleight of Hand [+2] | Stealth [+4]
Int >> Arcana [+1] | History [+1] | Investigation [+3/P13] | Nature [+1] | Religion [+3]
Wis >> Animal Handling [+2] | Insight [+6] | Medicine [+2] | Perception [+6] | Survival [+2]
Cha >> Deception [+3] | Intimidation [+3] | Performance [+1] | Persuasion [+1]
Gaming Set: Dice | Tools: Cartographer
Spoken/Written Languages: Common | Dwarvish | Elvish | Orcish | Gnomish | Goblin | Halfling | Orcish
Wealth/Equipment
Background
SOLDIER || Specialty: Scout | Feature: Military Rank [Sergeant]
- Trait: I'm not just a bastard by birth and inclination. I've had professional training.
- Ideal: Fight for what's important. The rest can take care of itself.
- Bond: I am the eyes that see, the ears that hear, the voice that speaks.
- Flaw: I don't particularly like killing . . . but the lure of its wisdom is pervasive.
Backstory: My mother is an elf, old by human standards, but still in her prime as her people count such things. She lies and tells me my father was a human soldier - a captain - who perished in a war on the border, and I let her believe I believe her, because I am a good son.
But my hair grows wild and paints the sky like fire in a way that no human's would, and my beard writhes earthward as if it longs to find and feel bedrock no mater how I trim it.
My eyes are black as a vein of iron before it is mined.
I joined the army as a scout as much to escape my mother's lies as to honor them, but despite my prominent elvish ears, none of my fellow soldiers call me half elf. Among them I am known as Yancy Blue, the Halfdwarven.
Not to my face. I am respected in the ranks. Blue to my peers and superiors. Sergeant to those beneath me in rank.
My life as a soldier is over, but I learned much during my time there. Not just that I ama good tracker, but that I am good with people, learning their languages and customs like one born to their kind. Even those I would as soon bury my axes in as look at.
See, I can see into their minds. I saw into my mother's mind. I know my father's name. I know why she lies about him. I know . . . well, maybe I don't know that, precisely, but I know what I intend.
Appearance
Race: Half Elf | Gender: M | Age: 58 | Height: 5'10" | Weight: 180 | Build: Stocky | Skin: Tan/Weathered | Hair: Flame Red/Long/Full Beard (no moustache) | Eyes: Black
