Mannerisms: Generally seen as too simple to lie, dislikes cruelty, and alcohol.
Role Play: Afraid of large armored horses, kicked in the head as a small child by a dickhead noble’s dickhead warhorse, for being ‘in the way’.
Race: Human
Class: Fighter 1
Background: Soldier (Infantry)
Alignment: Lawful Good (His law is simple: protect the innocent, punish the cruel.)
Ability Scores:
Strength: 16 (+3)
Dexterity: 16 (+3)
Constitution: 16 (+3)
Intelligence: 9 (-1)
Wisdom: 9 (-1)
Charisma: 9 (-1)
Combat Stats:
AC: 18 (Leather Armor + Shield + Defense Style)
HP: 13 (1d10 + 3 Con)
Speed: 30 ft.
Proficiency Bonus: +2
Initiative: +3
Passive Perception: 11
Proficiencies:
Saves: Strength, Constitution
Skills: Athletics, Animal Handling, Intimidation, Perception
Armor: All Armor, Shields
Weapons: All Simple & Martial Weapons
Languages: Gladnorean (Common) – Spoken only.
Features & Traits:
Fighting Style: Defense. You gain a +1 bonus to AC while wearing armor.
Second Wind (1/Rest): As a bonus action, you can regain 1d10 + 1 hit points.
@Brother Eulogy – Corey The Man Behind the Fist: Backstory & Hooks
Personality:
Personality Trait: “I’m a simple man. I say what I mean, and I protect those who can’t protect themselves.”
Ideal: Greater Good. “Folks should be safe. If I can make that happen, I will. It’s my job.”
Bond: “My pa told me to be a soldier and make him proud. I’ll do right by him and my village.”
Flaw: “Cruelty makes my blood boil. When I see a bully, especially a rich one, I forget my orders and my training.”
Skills: Athletics, Intimidation, Animal Handling, Perception.
Communication: Language: Gladnorean, (uh…) Mercat? No literacy. Knows enough letters to write his 1st name. ‘Strugled wif skool, I kann fite tho! Pa sed go b a soljer! Tooo dumm for mutsh elzz! Salutes Sur yess sur!’ (Wish I could type some of those letters backwards.
2nd Wind, Defense fighting style.
(Soldier background things) Leather armor, longbow 20 arrows, warhammer and shield, 2 handaxes, Explorer’s pack.
Companions:
The Story:
Bruckwell Orwell’O BartSon—”Lefty” to his friends, for his powerful left hook—is a son of the Greenmeadow soil. He grew up strong and simple, the son of a farmer who always had more work than coin. He wasn’t made for books, but he could lift more hay and chop more wood than any two boys his age.
His life’s direction was set by a childhood trauma. A visiting noble, resplendent on a massive, armored warhorse, galloped through the village. Bruckwell, a small child, was too slow to get out of the way. He was struck by the horse, the blow to his head leaving a scar and a deep, abiding fear of the great beasts. The noble never even looked back. That day, Bruckwell learned a simple truth: some people are cruel because they can be, and it’s up to good folk to stand in their way.
His father, seeing his son had little aptitude for farming but a strong body and a good heart, encouraged him to join the regional militia. “Go be a soldier, son,” he’d said. “They’ll feed you, and you can do some good.” And he did. He wasn’t a leader, but he was the most dependable man in his unit—strong, fearless (of anything but horses), and utterly loyal.
The Hook: The Soldier’s Return
Your adventure begins as Bruckwell himself arrives in the region. He’s on a month’s leave from his post and has walked the long road home towards Greenmeadow for the first time in over a year. He expects a warm meal from his parents and quiet nights listening to the crickets.