Children of the Night
Brutish Caliban raised by Orcs
Male Caliban from the Amaans
6’1" 270lb. Disfigured as all caliban are, to some he appears like a giant toad. His skin is pallid with greenish tones and sometimes secretes a mucus giving him a sheen. His eyes are completely black and bulge as if they might pop from his skull at any moment. He has a frog-like tongue and a large mouth. From the neck down he just looks like a fat pale noble who sweats too much.
Attributes: Agility d8, Smarts d6, Spirit d8, Strength d10, Vigor d6.
Skills: Fighting d8, Intimidation d6, Streetwise d4, Healing d6, Climbing d4, Survival d4, Guts d8, Notice d4 Knowledge (Occult) d6, Knowledge (Religion) d4
Derived Stats: Pace 6, Parry 8 (6 + 1 shield +1 Arminger), Toughness 7 (5 + 1 armor +1 brawny), Charisma -2.
Hindrances: Weak-Willed(major), Mean(minor), Bad Eyes(minor), Yellow(veteran of the dread realm)
Languages: Common(native), Orc (speak/read/write), Dwarven (speak)
Weapons/Armor: Leather Armor (full body, +1 armor) 7.5lb (15/2), Medium shield (Metal, +1 to Parry, +2 to armor vs ranged attacks) 6lb (12/2), Axe (str + d6) 2lb, Kukri (curved Dagger) 1lb, Masterwork Battleaxe (str + d8) 8lb
Items: Clothes, Prescription goggles 1lb, Shaggy Fur Cloak 1lb, 1 trail Rations 5lb, Backpack 2lb, Whetstone * 2 2lb, Waterproof bag * 2 1lb, Blanket 5lb
Current Total Weight: 33.5
Current Gold: 8
Racial Traits: Deformed (-2 to charisma), Unnatural (-2 to all checks with animals), Powerful (d6 starting strength), Terrifying (+2 to all intimidation), Low Light Vision
Veteran of the Dread Realm
Agility to d8
XP Per session:
- Session 1: 2
- Session 2: 3 + bonus = 4
- * Writeup: +1
- Session 3: 2 + bonus = 3
- Session 4: 2
- Session 5: 3 + bonus = 4
- Session 6: 1 (from previous + 3 (for storytelling) = 4
Total = 20
Insecure about his own strength and fear he tends to lash out against anyone who would suggest otherwise, assuming that they appear weak enough for him to beat in a fight. He often comments about other’s weaknesses to draw attention away from his own.
While he is an abrasive person a large part of him is just seeking some type of acceptance and he will go to great lengths to gain any approval. Although, his “great lengths” are typically limited to smashing and taking.
His worship of Lamashtu and loss of family early on imparted large appreciation for the familial unit, especially care for mothers and children. He would never kill a child, but he certainly would protect them from harm in the only way he knows how, because of this none of the nobles with families have been killed. Nobles living the bachelor lifestyle have not been so lucky.
Primary Motivator: Familial love/belonging
Emotional Disposition: Angry and anxious
Moodiness: Quick to change, labile.
Integrity: Disorganized, and deceitful. He’ll lie to “protect himself” but he’s not very good at it.;
Tries to make friends with certain animals, especially reptiles and amphibians. That said all animals are afraid of him.
Major Life notes:
Born to a viscount in Armaans Vargan was a stain on the family from the moment he was brought into this world. The only reason his father didn’t cast him out of the household immediately was because he felt that Vargan was sent as a punishment for some misdeed that his wife had committed.
Disliked by his entire family he was abused and pushed around. His brother, 3 years his senior was one of his principal tormentors. Unable to best Vargan physically he contented himself to mocking and berating him, knowing that the guards would always come to his aid.
At the age of 5, Vargan’s father was sent to battle as an officer. While it was meant to be a simple matter, quelling some goblin uprising, his father perished during the fighting. Now, with no reason to allow Vargan to stay, his mother took him out into the wilderness where she left him to die.
He was picked up by a roving band of orcs from the Rotten Tongue tribe. His unusual appearance stayed their blades. He was brought back to the camp as a slave, but eventually he became a mascot because of his tongue. He fought with the Rotten Tongues, learning to wield an axe, wear armor, and use his strength to his advantage. He learned their religion, finding particular comfort in Lamashtu and the idea that even monsters have a caring mother.
The Hungry mountains were his home and the orcs his family for the next 14 years of his life. He would have stayed with them for the rest of his life, had they not held the ritual. The Rotten Tongues shaman attempted to do something so incomprehensibly terrible that Vargan’s mind broke. Fear entered into his body and he fled. He ran until he could run further and he found himself out in the woods alone again.
Now filled with self-loathing and insecurity he made his way to the nearest town, determined to wreak vengeance on those who had first rejected him, his original family. He stole what he needed from noble households, out of spite and to find out more about his mother and brother’s locations. This is where he remains, moving from city to city, smashing and plundering his way through households.