MOUSER First Name: Mouser
Elf Soul Name: Feldspar
Appearance: Slim build, Pierced Ears, Nasty Scar on his back from fighting the pits as Gladiator. Camouflage Light Armor with hood and cloak.
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 200
Height: 5'2
Weight: 150 lbs
Eyes: Light Green
Hair: Darkish Brown
Facial Hair Style: Long wavy hair with two long braids on each side with a Lime Green Stone ring at each end.
Personality Profile:
General Health: A Middle age elf with very good health Con 14
Deity: Mask
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
Profession: Tracker, Hunter, Warrior, Archery.
Base Class: Ranger.
Proposed Development: Divine Specialist, Archery Specialist, Perfect Two Weapon Fighting.
Habits: Would call out the word Sting after a battle was won, Spits a lot on dead bodies of that he hates or killed.
Hobbies: Flute-player, Weapons maker.
Languages: Common, Elven, Half-elf.
Weapon of Choice: Reapers, Daggers, Longbow.
FIGHTING PITBackground: Mouser had a hard life growing up without a family. He bear the name Feldspar for he was the last male born of six from a mighty Wood Elf family. Having seen his family killed and his village destroyed by a group of Hill Trolls. He was just about in his teens when he was placed in a basket covered with leaves hidden by is late mother Nightfall only to be found and tortured to near death by a Human male called Eight Fingers Bob and his band of mercenaries called The Raven. Eight Fingers was his name for he lost two fingers trying to steal ruby gems from the eyes of a lech king. He was their leader. His motto is what's mine is mine! What's yours is mine! Mousers torture lasted well into adult hood. Having lost everything Family, Friends his village he had no choice but to except this despite the tortures he served. The wood Elf became very hatred of humans. Just outside the big city of Water Deep is where the bandits Camp was. One day Eight fingers Bob noticed the Wood elf trying to escape the bondage that he had set up. The Wood Elf moved so like a mouse that Bob thought to himself that is what I shall call you. Mouser! So a new kind of torture would begin like a trained dog serving his master Mouser would obey for that is all he knew. Bob trained Mouser in the arts of thievery and stealth and use him for missions to steal information or prized items. For many years Mouser would develop his skills to become the shadows of stealth. At the age of 80 Mouser was sold as a slave fighter for 500 gold to another Human by the name of Sam. Sam story was that of making money from others fighters. Sam would put fighters into the pit and would make deals and bets on the stronger fighter. Home to West Gate. He was a mercenary fighter in the art of swordplay and was very good. The Pit. Located in the very center of town is a 30-foot wide by 20-foot deep hole that was aptly called the Pit. The Pit was a savage place where the baleful men of West Gate bet on animal and monster fights. The walls and floor of the fighting arena are lined with granite blocks and there is a metal grate in the middle for draining the blood and water. Sharp iron spikes a foot long cover the walls of the Pit and are tinged with dried red blood and rust. Monsters in the Pit are trained to fight and to cease on command. Blowing a whistle will halt the creatures allowing the caretakers to remove the animals to their cages and heal them for the next fight. All types of creatures are seen in the Pit, such as dire wolves, bears, humans, drows, orcs,
FIGHTING SKILLS WITH ONE HANDED SWORDS AND BOWSam sort to make great money from Mouser, he would enter him into pit fights of West Gate. Having gain no money from the battles he would win Mouser was forced to live in slum like places even the sewers of the city but was always under a watchful eye of Sam bodyguards. Sam trained Mouser to fight with two swords or daggers he got very good at it so good that he started thinking of ways to kill Sam and his guardsmen so he would be free to start a new life.
A broken down cottage just out side West Gate was a place for him to rest before the next match under close watch. As he enter inside He noticed blood stains lined the floor signs of an attack. A Wounded male boar with claw marks and teeth bites was attacked by some near by wolves. Thinking of his past life and the lost of his family he would helped raise the boar and they would become the best of friends.
BULLYGoals: Find the trolls that killed his family.
TROLLS THAT KILLED HIS FAMILYMany years have past Mouser would train and fight. Today was the day of the Great Boat Race Fair. All the townsmen would gather their fastest boats to race down the shore lines of the coast. Mouser thought this would be a great time to plan his escape. For Sam had gotten sick from eating what was called shellfish. First plan was to take care of the guards then Sam if the sickness didn't get him.
The sound of many foot steps can be heard coming down from the narrow dark hallway that leads to a room where Mouser and his boar pet Bully lies. Keys jingle as the door opens wide four bodies stand in the doorway one holding a torch light. Now because elves can see in the dark its was no surprise as to who it was. On your feet elf! One of the guardsmen yelled. Another guardsmen said. Yeah! Mr Sam wants to have a word with you before your next battle. Loud grunts can be heard from Bully his pet boar as he moves in font to protect him. What is this PIG! doing in here I told you to get rid of it the leader guard said. Kill it now! Hearing the word kill echoed the room. Mouser sprang to his feet! attacking the man holding the keys to his cell. Bully not so big as yet charged the man holding the torch who knocked down the other two standing beside him. With keys in hand Mouser started to cut and slice the flesh like a sword from a steel blade. He used the skills that was taught to him. Grunts and yells was all that was heard as the light from the torch went out. Leaving the guards to there dark gates to death. Mouser and Bully escaped West Gate by boarding a ship bound for Baldur's Gate to start new life.
The smell of the open sea air was the smell of a new life. Mouser pets Bully on the head and rubs the side to calm him down. He can hear the sick sounds that was coming from his pet stomach. The wild boar was not use the the massive blue water with white and green foam dancing about. Ye get that rope line tide down now you fool! A storm is coming and I don't want to be caught with my britches down so we can be swallowed like a warm to a fish. Yelled the Captain. Captain Evan was the leader of his vast crew called the Palisades. The small half-ling stood tall holding the rails of his ship smoking his pipe. The mist of the sea hits his Light Padded Armor the sun reflects the bright ruby red gem on the hilt of his Steel bastard sword.
Mouser you lazy loaf! I knew you would be trouble when I found you hiding below my ship. He mutters don't know why I let you stay. He starts to think back on that day. It was a busy morning in West Gate Ships all over can be seen down the shore line getting ready for the big race. A knock on the door. Captain Evan are you awake. Its Steward sir? His name is Steward a bright young half-ling very knowledgeable of maps, stars, and charts and first mate to the captain.
Evan turning from is bed trying to escape the sun rays from his window. Yelling ARRGH What is it you fool! Captain sorry to bother you sir but we um have a problem with the shipment steward says. A thud can be heard as if he had fell out of bed to the floor. Blimey! Groans! Ouch! What kind of problem he says as the door opens wide from his cabin room. Steward sees Evan rubbing is head as he tries to focus. I was taking inventory of the shipment when I noticed... Go on you bloody fool out with it! Well the shipment from Tar sir some of it is missing along with some food. what do you mean? I counted all stocks before we left shore Evan said. He looks at Steward with one eye and said this better not be one of them joke ye playing for I have no time for it. He grabs for his boots putting them on one at a time. Looking around for his sword. No sir! The cook Worm even mention that some of the rations are missing and the wine. Seeing the puzzle look on the captains face steward reach for the sword by the bed post to give to him.
Steward thought to himself how he always liked the captains Bastard Sword perhaps because of the giant ruby gem it held in its hilt. He imagined just how great it would be to see the look on Luna the Gnome barmaids face at the inn when he paid her a visit. He always had a crush on her but never really knew how to say the words she always went for the warrior types and found Steward rather normal but holding this sword would say plenty as he would enters in the inn to buy a drink putting one hand on the hilt of the sword and the other around Luna waist. He can hear Evan words. In all my days of sea I have never lost anything was the last words he heard waking from his dream.
Morning Captain! can be heard from the members of the crew as they pass by. Evan gave a nod with a smile to some wail Steward yelled to others as he reached for a lighter lamp on the wall as they walk the hallway of the ship. I will need to see the list order! He said. I have it right here sir. They both walk to the lower deck of the ship where all shipments would be stored.
In the massive dark storage room Mouser was just about to finished off the last piece of bread and wine he had found in one of the crates. When his ears started to move back and forth he sense something was wrong. The heavy sound of footsteps was coming closer to him he also could make out the voices that came with them was that of half-lings. He had to think fast for he knew that if caught he would be sent back to Sam or worse. Bully his pet companion was sound asleep on a bed like made of hay between two barrels. The room was dark and full of crates, barrels and chains. Mouser starts to get scared for he knows they are coming for him, he goes to armed himself with the equipment he had found earlier a long metal pipe. Well come with it open the bloody door lad I ant got all day with this. Captain Evan said. Steward was searching for the right key to open the door.
Mouser thought to himself having the ability to see in the dark really makes it easy for one to get the upper hand on its prey but when its two or more the task gets even harder. Finding the right key for the door lock device can be heard like a trap being sprung. The door opens wide the smell of stale air pass there noise. Rats can be heard running threw the isles of the shipment one even as so bold ran up Stewards leg. Ahhhhhhh Blimey! Stomp, Stomp! Captain help me! Steward said. Stop you're Woman dance mate its just a rat! The loud banging started to wake up Bully the boar. Mouser can see the light figure from the lamp moves up and down followed by screams.
Stewards Had knocked over some crates and barrels that started a chain like effect that at the end of it two big barrels had fallen on top of Bully the Boar knocking him out where he slept. Mouser saw this and wasn't able to help his companion friend in time. He began to get angry and cry out Noooooo! With the swift of his feet he ran up the isle right up on Steward and tried with all his might to bash his head in with the pipe that he had.
Captain Evan heard the sound of yelling and could see a shadow figure of a humanoid running to take a swing at Stewards head. What the bloody hell is that! Captain Evan said as he reach for his broadsword to block the in coming blow. Trying to recover from the fall Steward lift up the lamp light to see what was going on before he could focus a flash and a spark of steel and metal hit each other in front of his face and the sound of Boom! rang in his ears and in the hall of the storage room.
Mouser was in rage seeing his blow was blocked by the Half-ling holding a broadsword. Mouser then draws his attention to Captain Evan, with another hard thrust upwards he tries to disarm him. The half-ling was very skillful in hand to hand combat. Captain Evan counter the attack with a circle kick that sent Mouser flying back into crates and barrels full of wine.
Steward was able to get to his feet just in time to see Mouser fall helplessly back into the crates of wine. Oh my there goes the ale the men arrant going to be happy about that Steward thought? Wait a minute the crew! Steward said and started to call out for Help! Help the Captain is being attacked by Bandits! Gather men gather to the storage room.
Shaking off the blow and drenched in wine Mouser tried to stand up he could hear in the back behide Captain Evan Steward calling for help. When Captain Evan rushed Mouser with a front attack with his sword to knock Mouser back down. Mouser still holding the Metal pipe swung backwards and hit Evan on the shoulder. A sharp pain ran up Evans arm so painful that he almost dropped his sword. He stumbles back a bit to regain his stance.
Mouser could hear the crew yelling to the storage room! The storage room was fulling up with armed men even worm the cook entered with a pot lid with a fork. Captain are you alright? Steward and the men asked. Aye lads He said in pain holding his arm. You're just in time.. to see this one give up. Drop the pipe lad Captain Evan said in a very painful voice. Having no choice Mouser did what was asked of him. Water began to full up in his eyes as he looked over to where his companion lie. Captain Evan said to Mouser still in pain. Are you alone mate or are their more of you on my ship? Mouser began to shake his head No!
Get the chains and lock him up ill deal with him later Captain Evan said! Looking over his shoulder he could see four crew men heading towards the elf to restrain. The rest of you lazy wet backs get back to work we have a ship to sail. Aye captain! the Men shouted. What shall we do about the boar said Steward to the captain? Tight it up and get someone to clean this mess up he ordered! Looking at Worm the cook then down to what he was holding in his hands Captain Evan was about to say something but he was still in pain so he just started to shake his head as to say I don't even want to know. Perhaps Worm you could find use for it?
Just as the men was about to put the last chain cuff on the elf. Mouser got so enrage after hearing what the captain had said he tried to twist, wiggle, and pull his way free from the men. Steward and Worm went to check on the damage of the shipment and to check on the boar. Steward looked at Worm the cook as he began to put down the pot lid and fork on a crate that was next to him that he was carrying. Steward Put up a finger to say something about what he was holding but then just started to shake his head as to say why bother.
Two days passed by Mouser was chained to a pole in a small room near what was called the armory. The smell of dried wine would bring out rats to feast on the wood elf clothes.
A door opens to the room of the cell. Enters Steward holding a plate of food for the Wood Elf to eat. Here you are lad you must be hungry. Mouser hearing the door open started to look up to see who it could be. He was very weak and tired from trying to free himself. He tried with all his might to focus his sight on the half-ling. Steward began to ask a question. Who are you? why are you here mate. At first all Steward got from the Wood Elf was a nasty angry stare follow by a foam of spit to the floor.
Steward began to Shaking his head as to say still got some fight left in ya huh. Look mate. Steward said. I want to help you out here I really do but you have to meet me half way. Having said that He placed the plate of food on top of the shelve and started to walkout of the room. Seeing this Mouser spoke in common language Wait!
Mouser gave a sign then asked for some water before he began to tell his story. Steward with a half smile reached for his water-skin he carries to give him a drink. some many hours had passed as the elf poured his story and began to work on his bonds to escape. Mouser could see the shock look of fright on Stewards small rounded face to hear the words I will kill you for the death of my companion Boar! as the elf continued to talk working ever so hard to slip pass the ropes undetected. Just then an angry group of men can be heard running down the halls towards the small room. The door swung open wide and enter sword in hand was the Captain and the four men who tide him up.
You alright lad you been in here for a long time now! Looking at steward with worry. Aye Captain Steward said. The Wood Elf or Mouser is what he calls himself here was just telling me his story as to how he got here and what hes been threw. Captain Evan looked at the tide up elf then back to Steward. Mouser! Evan thought? I understand your look of puzzle sir for that's not his real name, but was one given to him as a slave. Steward a word with thee now!! Captain Evan said. As the half-ling goes to stand up Mouser breaks the bonds to his arms and lunge straight for Stewards throat. With both hands tightly secured around the soft muscle Steward can feel the air leave his body as he struggles to breath with the elf on top of him.
Seeing this Captain Evan and the four men rush to Stewards aid. With a yell Don't Move or ill snap his neck! said mouser. Just like that all five men stopped in their tracks. Alright lad don't do anything foolish now lets just talk about this. With anger in his voice and eyes of pure red. The Wood Elf goes to say. Talk about it huh like the way you up and killed my best friend! My only friend! Steward eyes started to roll in the back of his head as the room become dark. Listen Mate and trust me when I say this the wild boar is alive Captain Evan yells! Mouser becomes still as he looks down at the almost lifeless half-ling. Is what you say true? Aye lad it is true. Captain Evan points to one of his crew men to bring the boar here and be fast about it.
Mouser without looking up hears the running footsteps leave the room. Now it seems you have us by the short and cur lies but know this if my first mate dies you die with him.
Mouser started to give a rather small smirk on his face. He goes to say a word but was stopped by the sounds of grunts, squeaks and the running of footsteps. The human enters inside the room with the wild boar in his arms. The wild boar wiggles out of the humans arms and starts to run to the Wood Elf side.
With a quick swoop Captain Evan leaped on the back of the wild boar to stop it from moving. Mouser Yells No! Captain Evan looked up at Mouser with a smirk. Now what will it be lad, I can see that this here boar means a lot to ya like my first mate means to me. Mouser looks down at Steward then to his Companion. With a sad look he starts to ease the grip some to the half-lings neck and pulls himself up off of him. The color starts to come back to Stewards face as he begins to breath with a cough holding his neck the room begins to become clear as he focus to see.
The four men starts to rush Mouser. Hold lads! Captain Evan said. He lets Bully go by letting his arms free. With a sprint the wild boar runs to Mouser side then turns to protect him. Steward you alright lad? Cough and a shake of the head Yes Captain! He snaps his fingers to the men to help Steward. Captain Evan began to stand up holding his broad sword by the hip. He starts to think he studies the Wood Elf from head to toe. Steward clears his throat to speak. Captain I think he holds
Leave that beast alone and help the men tide down the sails. He looks up at the sky, the storm will be on us soon. Mouser nods in agreement gives a smile to Bully then moves to grab a rope to hold with two hands. The wind starts to pick up the sky goes black. Soon little drops of rain can be felt hitting the faces of the men. To be continued....
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Hi All!
Hope you enjoyed the read of my character.
Mouser Can you feel that its my blade in your back!
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