Overcompensating impotent Tiefling warlock, out to impregnate, replicate, or bud. As long as it's a way of reproducing, he'll bite.
Level 1 Tiefling Warlock
HP: 30; Bloodied: 15
Healing Surges: 7 per day, recovers 7 hp
Initiative: +1 (1/2 level) +1 DEX = +2
AC: 10 + 1 (1/2 level) +3 INT +2 Armor Bonus = 16
Fortitude: 10 + 1 (1/2 level) +1 CON +0 class +0 racial = 12
Reflex: 10 + 1 (1/2 level) +3 INT +1 class +0 racial = 15
Will: 10 + 1 (1/2 level) +4 CHA +1 class +0 racial = 16
Senses: Perception +0
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Trained Skills: Arcana, Bluff, Intimidate, Streetwise, Stealth [Multiclass Skill]
|Skill||Level Bonus||Ability Bonus||Training/Racial/Misc Bonuses||Total|
|Bluff||+1||+4 CHA||+5, +2 Racial Bonus||+12|
|Stealth||+1||+1 DEX||+5, +2 Racial Bonus||+9|
At-Will Powers: Eyebite [class], Eldritch Blast [class]
Encounter Powers: Witchfire, Hunter’s Quarry [multiclass], Infernal Wrath [racial]
Daily Powers: Armor of Agathys
Utility Powers: Ethereal Stride
Feats: Multiclass | Warrior of the Wild, Lethal Hunter
Racial Abilities: Bloodhunt, Fire Resistance, Infernal Wrath
Class Abilities: Prime Shot, Shadow Walk, Warlock’s Curse, Eldritch Pact [Fey Pact]
Gear: Leather armor, Dagger, Hand Crossbow, backpack, bedroll, flint and steel, belt pouch, trail rations (10 days), hempen rope (50 ft.), sunrods (2), waterskin, 34 gp
Dagger Attack Bonus (vs. AC): +0 1/2 level +0 STR +3 Prof. Bonus = +4
Hand Crossbow Attack Bonus (vs. AC): +0 1/2 level +1 DEX +2 Prof. Bonus = +4
Eldritch Blast (vs. Reflex) = +1 1/2 level +4 CHA = +5
Eyebite (vs. Will) = +1 1/2 level +4 CHA = +5
Mommy was an Eladrin, and daddy was a Pit Fiend. That’s the short of version of my epic story-so-far. What? You want to know more?
Years ago, mom wanted to perform some ritual and bestow immortality to herself. Things didn’t turn out as planned. Blood was spilled the wrong way, some ritual got screwed, then dad showed up all of a sudden, pissed he was whisked away from his bro’s Abyssal stag party… I’ll let your imagination fill in what happened next.
The result? You’re looking at it.
So fast forward a few years; mom vanished around the time I hit seven. I think the Feywild finally ate her, or was it the Abyss? My uncle Erevan’s kinda bad at explaining what happened there exactly, so I’m not entirely sure where she is. It’s not like we’re totally separated. I get to talk to her every now and then, but it requires I slip into the mists she’s part of – it’s a Warlock thing. I make a pact, I get power, I get to see her, etc.
As for my uncle, as useless as Erevan was at teaching me the things I needed to know, it was a good thing that he was a competent tracker. He kept us alive in the wild practically by his onesies. Pretty handy, since we had to stay isolated. As if any Eladrin community would tolerate a horned little bastard like me.
Erevan and I eventually parted ways. That’s the way things go. You just can’t keep living of a weird pointy-eared woodland hermit, that’s just common sense. (That, and I think it was his non-stop blathering about his god, Leeroy Jenkins.) So, here I am now. Alone in this city. Stuck in this pub, talking to you.
What now you ask? Listen! I’m here to make it big, be the alpha predator, and live like nobility! I’m here to bully, bluff, and con my way to the top. Uncle always said that’s what the ladies liked. Watch it little whatever-your-name-is-town, I’m here to party!