Body Hits | 7 |
Armour | 6 |
Fatigue | 10 |
Parries | 6 |
Dodges | 0 |
Damage | Triple |
Psyche | 10 |
Psychic Damage | Triple |
Remaining Luck | 1 |
Total XP: 242
XP Left: 0
Warrior 4
Ash 3
Name 2
Income: 45
Hexa Cash: 102
General Skills | Rank | XP Total |
---|---|---|
Empowered | 2 | 20 |
Subdual | - | 4 |
Tough | 4 | 24 |
Strong Will | 5 | 20 |
Luck | 1 | 4 |
Wealth | 1 | 4 |
Warrior Skills | Rank | XP Total |
Night Job (Hired Thug)* | - | 4 |
Learned (Goin's on of the Shinin' Order) | - | 0 |
Armour Use | 1 | 6 |
Shield Use | 3 | 18 |
Blindfighting | - | 10 |
Strength | 5 | 30 |
Weapon Master (Hammer) | 4 | 24 |
Armour Repair | - | 4 |
Ash Sorcerer Skills | Rank | XP Total |
Ash Magic | 3 | 30 |
| - | |
Rites (Glass) | 2 | 8 |
Exorcist | - | 6 |
Ordained (Rose Gardener of Folly) | - | 6 |
Rites (RGoF) | 2 | 8 |
Name Sorcerer Skills | Rank | XP Total |
Ordained (She Who Dances the Firmament) | - | 6 |
Rites (SWDtF) | 2 | 8 |
Name Magic | 2 | 20 |
XP Total | 242 |
*Temporarily Day Job (Shining Order Armourer)
Gavin has always been a thug, growing up as a slow individual in a bad neighbourhood in the white city meant that he never aspired to much in life, gradually coming to the realisation that if he negotiated right he could find people who would actually pay him to get into fights and throw his not inconsiderable weight around. After years of being paid to guard places and not ask questions he finally had the trick of it, if someone asks awkward questions about the place you're meant to be guarding they find themselves with a hammer to the head and waking up with a splitting headache in an alleyway somewhere wearing nothing but their pants, everything else being of course a perk of the job.
Life continued much as normal until one fateful night where the person asking awkward questions was some stupid bragard in a grey robe with roses sewn onto the sleeves reading something out of some sort of book, the braggard of course woke up the next morning with a splitting headache wearing nothing but his pants in one of the white city's many gutters. Unlike the other times the perks of the job ended up having a profound effect on Gavin, he started reading the book, and even more strangely kind of getting it. The next few weeks passed in some form of alchoholic daze on one very simple and strange understanding, he was a priest of the garden lords and he'd never known it. Unfortunately this belief stemmed from the understanding that it's priests of the garden lords can fight unhindered in an ashen cloud, as the book said, and when the stupid braggard had made one of them to try to stop him it certainly hadn't hindered him any… Gavin's not entirely sure what happened during those weeks but by the end of it he was sure that there was certainly something far more spiritual in his life than there'd ever been before and a very basic understanding of the workings of ash magic, which certainly seems to make hitting people over the head a lot easier when all they do is flail about.
With this new understanding he's started to follow his exceptionally literal readings of the contents of the book, though been sensible enough to avoid the temple of ash itself on the basis that the braggard is liable to hang around there and whatever people say there's always hard feelings about a few hard hits round the head.