Character Information    Name: Craw XP/Next lvl: 0 / 300 Class: Fighter HP:curr/max 13 / 13 Alignment: Neutral AC:reg/rear/no shield 17 / 17 / 15 Race: Human Level: 1 Age: 26 Height: 5.77 Weight: 202 lbs Gender: Male Encumbrance: Movement: 30ft Languages: Common, Halfling

Ability Scores    STR: 17 (+3) INT: 12 (+1) WIS: 15 (+2) DEX: 9 (-1) CON: 16 (+3) CHR: 9 (-1)

Saving Throws   

Death, Paralysis, Poison:	Petrification, Polymorph:	Rod, Staff or Wand:	Breath:	Spell:
Notes: *Strength +5*, Intelligence +1, Wisdom +2, Dexterity -1, *Constitution +5*, Charisma -1

Description and Background    Description: Craw is a slightly short human in his middle twenties, with a strong but also definitely chubby body. He has a pale complexion and a round face somehow hidden by his unshaved beard and goatee and topped with dark, slightly curled hair shoulder-height cut. Two greyish-blue eyes are inlaid somewhere in the middle of his rotund face, often looking around cautiously, at least when he is not squinting in the sunlight. He has a strong, although a bit sagging, posture and a fast gait. He does not stand out for his cheerfulness and good-humour, often walking or camping in silence and never minding it, although he can be caught in an eventual wide laughter, especially when enjoying (good) food and wine. Background: Craw's parents were poor and had quite a few children beside, and before, him. And that's how the decision of 'letting him go' with the mercenaries of the Legion went almost unopposed. Soldiers bearing the stitched purple, blue and red banners of the Legion became his new family and home. He grew up amongst them as a porter, a cook, a gambler, a fighter, and almost a corpse the day the Legion met its doom in the battle of the Deep Hills. Now he treads on land and water looking for another opportunity to sell his sword, another home, or perhaps just a tavern to comfort his rumbling stomach. Personality trait: I’ve lost too many friends, and I’m slow to make new ones Ideal: I’m loyal to my friends, not to any ideals, and everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all I care. Bond: The shield I carry is not mine. Maybe one day I'll come upon its rightful owner, or its rightful owner's grave. Flaw: Hunger and thirst never leave me alone, and I can't resist them, no matter how hard I try. Do you happen to have some wine, by the way?

Weapons

Weapon	Att/Rnd	Range	Speed	Damage sm/l	Spec.	Dbl. spec.	THAC0	Projectiles Left	Notes
Longsword	1	--		1d8+3/1d10+3 (2h)	y	n	+5		Versatile weapon
Handaxe	1	20/60		1d6+3/	y	n	+5	2	Light, thrown
Dagger	1	20/60		1d4+3/	y	n	+5		Finesse, light, thrown

Equipment Qty Item Location 1 Ring Mail 1 Notched shield of the Legion 1 Longsword 2 Handaxes 1 bedroll 1 mess kit 1 tinderbox 9 torches 7 rations (days) 1 waterskin 1 rope (44 ft) 1 set of dark clothes with hood 1 crowbar 1 dagger 1 battleaxe of dwarven origin (?) Wealth   Enter negative number to subtract PP GP EP SP CP 0 291 0 0 0

Magic Items Qty Item Location Gems and Jewelry Qty Item Location

Memorized Spells

Spell Book

Notes

Skills Acrobatics (Dex) -1 *Animal Handling (Wis) +4* Arcana (Int) +1 Athletics (Str) +3 Deception (Cha) -1 History (Int) +1 *Insight (Wis) +4* *Intimidation (Cha) +1* Investigation (Int) +1 Medicine (Wis) +2 Nature (Int) +1 *Perception (Wis) +4* Performance (Cha) -1 Persuasion (Cha) -1 Religion (Int) +1 Sleight of Hand (Dex) -1 Stealth (Dex) -1 Survival (Wis) +2 Features & Traits Second Wind: you have a limited well of stamina you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. You can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again. Fighting Style (Defense): while you are wearing armor, you gain a +1 bonus to AC Proficiency Proficiencies: All armor and shields simple weapons and martial weapons playing dice vehicles (land) Proficiency bonus: +2 Initiative & passives Initiative: -1 Pass. Perception: 14 Pass. Insight: 14 Hit dice: 1d10