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Friedal the Ander
| Name: Friedal
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| Race: Human
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| Class: Fighter
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| Gender: Male
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| Level: 2
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| Description: In his mid-thirties, but looks like he's late forties. Wild, unkempt brown hair that he tries to push into shape with his fingers. Has the soiled, sunburnt look of someone living a rough life. His clothes and belongings are more patches and sewn thread than original material. Grey eyes that have seen more than most would care to know.
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| COM
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CON
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CUN
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DEX
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MAG
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PER
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STR
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WIL
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| 0
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3
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1
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3
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-1
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1
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4
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2
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| Health: 38
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| Defense: 13
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| Speed: 12
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Skills
| Mage Talent: Armor Training (Novice), Dual Weapon Style (Novice), Throwing Weapon Style (Novice)
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| Weapon Groups: Brawling, Axes (Str), Light Blades (Dex), Bows (Dex)
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| Languages: speak and read Ander + Trade Tongue
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| Foci: Constitution (Stamina), Constitution (Running), Dexterity (Stealth), Strength (Axes)
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Equipment
- heavy leather armor
- throwing axe x2, 1d6+2, range: 4/8
- dagger, 1d6+1
- backpack
- traveler's garb
- waterskin
- ratty blanket
- battered cup
- family heirloom: silver necklace and pendant from Ander, worth 55 silver
- in pocket: 1 piece of silver
Money: 1 sp
Advancement
Lvl 1 - 2: +1 Dexterity, + 4 Health, Dexterity (Stealth), Strength (Axes)
Background
Friedal has been a destitute refugee in Denerim for too long, selling his labor where he can. He hates ships, for the memories they harbor of his flight from the Anderfels. He can sometimes earn coin as a runner, for both his speed and endurance. That's fine. He'll do whatever it takes to survive.
