Jin (character for Karolak)

Incarna hosted content does not necessarily represent the values, views, and perspectives of the Incarna Gaming Network. Hosted content exists as a favor to select players (and can be taken down without notice).
Character - Jin
Jin – Human, monk of Chained Fists of Mizras Monastic Order

Background (outlander)

Description: blone hair, green eyes, 5’10, wears baggier clothes and sleevless shirts; Sleeps in hammock, wears classic japenese wood sandles.

Strength: 10. (+0)
Dexterity: 16. (+3)
Constitution: 12. (+1)
Intelligence: 10. (+0)
Wisdom: 16. (+3)
Charisma: 13. (+1)
Hp:9
AC:16

PROFICIENCY: bonus(+ 2)
Armor: none
Weapons: simple weapons, shortswords
Tools: voice(whistle),wittle
Saving Throws: Strength, Dexterity
Skills: Acrobatics, Athletics,survival,stealth
Language: gladnorian(common), merkat(merchant speak)

Powers:
Martial arts
Unarmored defence

Equipment

A staff, a hunting trap, a trophy from an animal you killed, a set of traveler’s clothes, and a pouch containing 10 silvers

Chain of the Order: (Monk Weapon specific to his order) d4+1; 3/5/10 + Dex = 6/8/13 @ +5 attack
> heavy chain of the order @1st = 1 Resilience (+ base)

Companions:

History

Jin’s Background: The Last Guide

Jin was not born to a monastic life. He was born to the Swift-Trail clan, a small, nomadic family of guides who made their living on the rugged borderlands between the settled farms and the vast, untamed Ryhl Forest. They knew the safe paths, the hidden streams, and the moods of the great woods. Jin learned to track, to survive, and to read the land from the time he could walk. His world was one of wind, leaves, and the quiet wisdom of the wild.

That world ended in fire and blood. When he was just a boy, a brutal bandit company – more like a small army – swept through the borderlands, pillaging and burning everything in their path. His family, skilled in evasion but not open warfare, was caught in the slaughter. Jin only survived by hiding in a hollow log, listening to the sounds of his world being destroyed.

He was found days later, half-starved and in shock, by a traveling patrol of the Chained Fists of Mizras. They saw in the boy not just a victim, but a survivor forged in hardship. They took him in, and the discipline of the order became the vessel for his grief. He learned to bind his rage and loss into the heavy chain he now wields, each link a memory of those he lost, each swing a promise to protect others from the same fate.

The Hook: The Echo and the Whisper
Years have passed. Jin is now a full member of the Order, his skills honed, his purpose clear. His superiors have seen the reports coming from the lands east of Karolak, rising food prices, cancelled shipments, rumors of unnaturally aggressive beasts. They see the pattern: this is how social rot begins.

The Order’s Mission (The Whisper):
Jin is officially sent on his “walkabout,” a traditional journey for a newly ordained monk. His mission is to return to the lands of his youth, to walk among the people as one of them, and to act as the Order’s eyes and ears. He is to use his guide’s knowledge to assess the true nature of the threat, is it just beasts, or is something more sinister at play? He is to gather intelligence and, if necessary, act to preserve stability.

The Personal Mission (The Echo):
Before he left the monastery, an elderly monk who helps archive records approached him. “I remember the reports from when your clan was lost, son,” he said, handing Jin a small, charcoal rubbing of a bandit’s shield insignia. “It was the emblem of the Red Tusk Marauders. They were broken up years ago, but survivors were rumored to have scattered east, towards the coast. They took everything from your people… keepsakes, heirlooms. If any of your family’s legacy survives, it might be found in a pawn shop or bandit camp in the very lands you travel to.”

The Family Heirloom: The Survivor’s Knot

Jin wears a single, intricate armlet on his left bicep, the last remnant of his clan’s artistry. It is the Survivor’s Knot, a thick braid of three metals: gleaming silver for the moon’s wisdom, warm copper for the blood of the tribe, and sturdy bronze for the unyielding earth. The metals twist and weave in a complex, unbroken knot pattern unique to the Swift-Trail clan, forming the stylized image of a wolf circling a mountain. The wolf represents the clan’s skill in tracking and survival, while the mountain symbolizes their resilience and deep connection to the land.

The craftsmanship is remarkable, far beyond what one would expect from a nomadic tribe, hinting at a more prosperous and settled past. It would be worth a significant amount to a collector (at least 100 silver crowns), but to Jin, it is priceless. It is the last physical piece of his history, the proof that his people existed.