Rick tha ruthless, the rat alley thug
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:53 am
First Name: Rick
Last Name: Wing
Appearance: Short and small, Bald with horns.
Race: Tiefling
Age: 43
Height: 5 foot 3 inchs
Weight: 127 pounds
Eyes: White
Hair: None
Facial Hair Style: none
Personality Profile:
General Health: Average health
Deity: Faithless
Initial Alignment: neutral
Profession: Bandit
Base Class & Proposed Development: Rogue//wizard//guild thief// arcane trickster
Habits/Hobbies: Robing folks, setting up ambushes, con artisrt, murder
Languages: abyssal, cant, common, arcane, elven, orc, dwarf, gnome, halfling
Weapon of Choice: Magic
Background: *speaks in his own words* Well, lets see... where should I start? Oh! yes how about when I killed my father, I remember that day well, it was cold outside, the chattering of homeless luskan teeth could be heard from all over the rat alley... That and a few murderous screams. I was on my way to the rat restaurant to give those two retired shiphand owners a taste of what it means to not pay for protection. I snuck in the back while those sailor idiots served cooked rat to the local morons, and homeless.. I figured a nice grease fire might persuade them to think twice about my tax. Unfortunately I over estimated the intelligence of these two rat chefs when they poored water on the flaming grease.. idiots. I figured it a good time to take my leave and casually walked out onto the street while the small fire became a blazing inferno. A few where enveloped in that fire, one being my father Ross wing, a homeless coward who gained the nick name Chicken wing for fleeing when my mother was assassinated by the dead rat gang for opening her mouth when she shouldn't have. Fortunately for me I wanted the dead rat gang dead as well so I loosed a few stolen coins to the local homeless to say that two discontented wererats where seen exiting the establishment just before the fire went ablaze. *chuckles* two birds with one stone? I think so, my dead beat father dead.. how ironic, and a strike against the dead rat gang all in one night. After that I lost interest in seeking out simple protection taxes and moved on up to a more relaxed position as a fence in the cutlass inn along side the docks, most of the drunk bastards didn't know the half about magical equipment, all they cared for was gold. That was fine by me I was quickly becoming one of the richest fences in the entire city, I hired a few old friends to protect my goods amounting in near 1 million gold coins, but in a city of cutthroats, pirates, and thieves, everyone gets stolen from. On the 13th of kythom 1351 I was payed visit by a dead rat assassin, he was a short and skinny humanoid with a thin, ragged mustache this gave me cause for consern, but I was not for certain what he was until his eyes constantly darted around, and his nose and mouth began to twitch, anyone with a brain like my own would know he was a wererat. We stood silent for but a moment before he attempted to use his animalistic form that can only be described as a dire rat of massive proportion. as a wizard thief in a city known to be crawling with wererats there is one thing you never leave meditation without... the true self spell. needless to say the plans of this sorry excuse for a assassin where indeed foiled, leading to his mortal demise. After he was dead I used a spell flesh to stone, and had one of my hired hands destribute him evenly across the nearby streets, all but one of his rocky ring fingers, that I kept. The next morning I felt it to be humorous to add his stone cold *laughs at that* yes his stone cold finger to my treasury, perhaps a family heirloom to be passed down from father to son. So I strolled down the street picking up a coin here and there off the local populous and made my way into my hide away under the old Clearlight temple of Tymora. *chuckles* Above me the symbol of a Silver coin with Tymora's face, and below me lay a pile of gold with the illusion of my face on it, what better place to hide a horde of coin than under lady lucks feet... or so I thought. I arrived finding my loyal guards slain, the marks of wererats all over them, and but a single gold coin layed appon my newly found turmoil. As my chamber of empty values began to spin I felt as if pierced by a unforeseen dagger through my chest, and the volition to go on escaped me. I arose from my chamber of lost dreams hours later and carried my husk to the harbor, with my bartering skills I managed to secure myself a spot aboard a ship for the roaringshores... the ship of High Captain Karghuth "The Reaver". Karghuth started as hired muscle on a pirate ship years ago, and quickly killed his way to the top, naming himself Captain. With a ship of his own, he recruited only the most savage crewmen, good thing I know how to bluff, So I tryed to blend in with the other savage pirates.. His band is considered barbaric even by the standards of Roaringshore. He muscled his way into the Council of Five and is one of the two most powerful High Captains in Roaringshore. He holds his position with brute strength and sadistic savagery. Only Cyrano Ambrosio's well-trained men have the power to keep this rabid dog in check. On the high seas, Karghuth shows no mercy to his enemies. Tales of the sadistic treatment of his foes echoed the cutlass inn many a night when I was still a fence, and has caused many to kill themselves rather than be taken alive by his band of overly ruthless pirates, this I seen myself first hand when a captured and bound man drowned himself in a bucket of water while the crew was not looking. Fortunately for me, there is nothing subtle about Karghuth the half orc, and this makes him very easy to understand, and predict. I kept my head down and bluffed my ruthless and savage nature whenever his presents was near, and after a long journey I found myself on land once again in the roaring shores.
Goals: Become the wealthiest man on the sword coast, and most feared bandit.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Last Name: Wing
Appearance: Short and small, Bald with horns.
Race: Tiefling
Age: 43
Height: 5 foot 3 inchs
Weight: 127 pounds
Eyes: White
Hair: None
Facial Hair Style: none
Personality Profile:
General Health: Average health
Deity: Faithless
Initial Alignment: neutral
Profession: Bandit
Base Class & Proposed Development: Rogue//wizard//guild thief// arcane trickster
Habits/Hobbies: Robing folks, setting up ambushes, con artisrt, murder
Languages: abyssal, cant, common, arcane, elven, orc, dwarf, gnome, halfling
Weapon of Choice: Magic
Background: *speaks in his own words* Well, lets see... where should I start? Oh! yes how about when I killed my father, I remember that day well, it was cold outside, the chattering of homeless luskan teeth could be heard from all over the rat alley... That and a few murderous screams. I was on my way to the rat restaurant to give those two retired shiphand owners a taste of what it means to not pay for protection. I snuck in the back while those sailor idiots served cooked rat to the local morons, and homeless.. I figured a nice grease fire might persuade them to think twice about my tax. Unfortunately I over estimated the intelligence of these two rat chefs when they poored water on the flaming grease.. idiots. I figured it a good time to take my leave and casually walked out onto the street while the small fire became a blazing inferno. A few where enveloped in that fire, one being my father Ross wing, a homeless coward who gained the nick name Chicken wing for fleeing when my mother was assassinated by the dead rat gang for opening her mouth when she shouldn't have. Fortunately for me I wanted the dead rat gang dead as well so I loosed a few stolen coins to the local homeless to say that two discontented wererats where seen exiting the establishment just before the fire went ablaze. *chuckles* two birds with one stone? I think so, my dead beat father dead.. how ironic, and a strike against the dead rat gang all in one night. After that I lost interest in seeking out simple protection taxes and moved on up to a more relaxed position as a fence in the cutlass inn along side the docks, most of the drunk bastards didn't know the half about magical equipment, all they cared for was gold. That was fine by me I was quickly becoming one of the richest fences in the entire city, I hired a few old friends to protect my goods amounting in near 1 million gold coins, but in a city of cutthroats, pirates, and thieves, everyone gets stolen from. On the 13th of kythom 1351 I was payed visit by a dead rat assassin, he was a short and skinny humanoid with a thin, ragged mustache this gave me cause for consern, but I was not for certain what he was until his eyes constantly darted around, and his nose and mouth began to twitch, anyone with a brain like my own would know he was a wererat. We stood silent for but a moment before he attempted to use his animalistic form that can only be described as a dire rat of massive proportion. as a wizard thief in a city known to be crawling with wererats there is one thing you never leave meditation without... the true self spell. needless to say the plans of this sorry excuse for a assassin where indeed foiled, leading to his mortal demise. After he was dead I used a spell flesh to stone, and had one of my hired hands destribute him evenly across the nearby streets, all but one of his rocky ring fingers, that I kept. The next morning I felt it to be humorous to add his stone cold *laughs at that* yes his stone cold finger to my treasury, perhaps a family heirloom to be passed down from father to son. So I strolled down the street picking up a coin here and there off the local populous and made my way into my hide away under the old Clearlight temple of Tymora. *chuckles* Above me the symbol of a Silver coin with Tymora's face, and below me lay a pile of gold with the illusion of my face on it, what better place to hide a horde of coin than under lady lucks feet... or so I thought. I arrived finding my loyal guards slain, the marks of wererats all over them, and but a single gold coin layed appon my newly found turmoil. As my chamber of empty values began to spin I felt as if pierced by a unforeseen dagger through my chest, and the volition to go on escaped me. I arose from my chamber of lost dreams hours later and carried my husk to the harbor, with my bartering skills I managed to secure myself a spot aboard a ship for the roaringshores... the ship of High Captain Karghuth "The Reaver". Karghuth started as hired muscle on a pirate ship years ago, and quickly killed his way to the top, naming himself Captain. With a ship of his own, he recruited only the most savage crewmen, good thing I know how to bluff, So I tryed to blend in with the other savage pirates.. His band is considered barbaric even by the standards of Roaringshore. He muscled his way into the Council of Five and is one of the two most powerful High Captains in Roaringshore. He holds his position with brute strength and sadistic savagery. Only Cyrano Ambrosio's well-trained men have the power to keep this rabid dog in check. On the high seas, Karghuth shows no mercy to his enemies. Tales of the sadistic treatment of his foes echoed the cutlass inn many a night when I was still a fence, and has caused many to kill themselves rather than be taken alive by his band of overly ruthless pirates, this I seen myself first hand when a captured and bound man drowned himself in a bucket of water while the crew was not looking. Fortunately for me, there is nothing subtle about Karghuth the half orc, and this makes him very easy to understand, and predict. I kept my head down and bluffed my ruthless and savage nature whenever his presents was near, and after a long journey I found myself on land once again in the roaring shores.
Goals: Become the wealthiest man on the sword coast, and most feared bandit.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: